Chapter 39: Cupcakes
"You know," Sam said, placing his hand on Kurt's feet, picking one up and massaging it. "I like the look of you right now."
"What do you mean?" Kurt said, his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling of Sam's strong hands rubbing the arch of his foot.
"I mean, not all decked out like when you're at school. You always wear those fancy designer clothes. Right now, you look like any other teenage boy; down to Earth."
"I look like a slob." Kurt said, opening his eyes and looking down at the clothes he was wearing in disgust. "I could have put something better on for you."
Sam's expression grew serious and he stopped rubbing Kurt's foot. Kurt let out a whine at losing the sensation Sam had been giving his foot. He looked up and saw Sam's gaze darken as he gazed intently into his.
"You are beautiful just as you are, Kurt." Sam said.
Heat rose in Kurt's cheeks, and to his horror, he felt the sting of tears.
'Heck, this man is lethal to my composure.' Kurt thought.
"Hey, are you okay, Baby?" Sam asked, concerned.
Kurt sat up and drew Sam in for a kiss.
"I love you." Kurt said once he let go.
"I love you, too." Sam nudged Kurt's nose with his.
"Want a cupcake?" Kurt said, taking a sip of his milk.
"Sure." Sam smiled to himself, a plan forming in his head.
Kurt handed him a cupcake and picked up one for himself. As Kurt picked up a cupcake for himself, Sam dipped his finger along the outside edge of his own cupcake to capture some of the icing. When Kurt turned back, Sam smeared just a little onto his boyfriends' soft lips. Kurt jumped a bit and his tongue immediately came out of his mouth to lick the sweetness away.
Sam returned to the cupcake, dipped more of the icing and then smudged a little on Kurt's cheek. Kurt's eyes widen in surprise but then half closed to a sleepy, drugged state of awareness when Sam leaned in to nibble at his frosting covered skin.
Sam swept his tongue over the spot and then kissed Kurt's cheekbone until all the frosting was gone.
"You're sweeter than the icing," Sam murmured against Kurt's porceline skin.
Kurt placed his untouched cupcake back on the tray and reached over without breaking their gazes, dipped his finger through Sam's cupcake and then spread the sweetness over Sam's lips. A moment later, he swooped forward and captured Sam's mouth against his.
The warmth of Kurt's tongue rasped over his lips, tasting, licking away the sugary treat. Sam could taste the frosting on Kurt's lips as they nibbled at his.
To his surprise, Kurt rose over him and leaned his weight into Sam's body so that he was forced back against the couch. He straddled Sam's lap and dug his knees into the cushions on either side of him.
Sam cupped his boyfriend's hips in his hands and let his fingers splay out possessively over Kurt's ass. Yeah, he liked that feeling.
'Mine.' He thought. 'My man.'
He knew he could totally get carried away if he didn't control himself.
Kurt fit his hands, like his ass was fashioned just for him. Sam cupped and squeezed through the thin material of Kurt's plaid pajama bottoms. Then he pulled Kurt forward just enough so that the bulge that had formed in the crotch of his sweatpants was straining up against the bulge in Kurt's pajama's.
"Take your hoodie off." Sam rasped out. "And give me that damn cupcake!"
Kurt laughed and turned, pulling the hoodie off with one hand, reaching backwards for the cupcake with the other. The hoodie came over Kurt's head and Sam tossed it across the room. Kurt held the cupcake up, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watched his boyfriend.
Sam swiped at the frosting, careful to leave plenty still on the cupcake. He decorated one of Kurt's nipples with the sweet icing until it was red. He had to force himself to lavish the same attention to the other nipple as well.
Kurt fidgeted and sighed, strained up, but Sam pulled him back down onto his lap. Kurt's chest was in front of him, decorated like two delectable treats were on him, and Sam never, ever turned down sugar.
He licked up Kurt's chest, up over his pectoral muscles, where he reached Kurt's decorated nipple. Kurt was tense all over, and he braced his hands on Sam's shoulders. His fingers dug into Sam's skin as Sam flicked his tongue over the tip.
Sam's tongue had barely brushed over the sensitive peak, and each time he got only a hint of sweet.
"Sam!" Kurt gasped. "You're killing me here!"
One corner of Sam's pillowy mouth lifted. Kurt slid one hand up the column of Sam's neck, around to his nape and then into his soft shaggy hair. His fingers twisted and he pulled impatiently at Sam's head, guiding Sam back to his nipple.
Sam lapped one more time and then pulled the nipple hard betwen his teeth, sucking avidly at the frosting. He held Kurt's nipple captive and flicked his tongue repeatedly over the point until Kurt twisted and squirmed damn near off Sam's lap.
Sam pulled away, but he couldn't resist swiping his tongue over the taut nipple again.
Kurt sighed and flexed his fingers over Sam's scalp. Sam's erection pushed upwards, cradled against his at the juncture of his legs. It frustrated Sam that there were so many barriers between them.
As if sensing Sam's irritation, Kurt rose up on his knees and began sliding his bottoms down. Sam swallowed hard and stared in shock as Kurt backed off the couch and stood before him as he let the material fall down his legs.
"Kurt-" Sam started to say.
Kurt leaned in as Sam took in his naked body, from his chest, still having one nipple covered in icing, down to his cock, which stood out and upwards at a proud eight and a half inches. Kurt braced his hands on the back of the couch behind Sam's shoulders, leaning over his boyfriend; his chest close to Sam's face again.
"Go ahead. I want it." Kurt said.
Sam looked at Kurt's chest before fastening his lips around the one nipple still covered with icing, sucking it into his moth as if he was starved. Kurt trembled from head to toe and pulled back abruptly.
He let his gaze drift down to the bulge between Sam's sweatpant covered legs.
A gleam entered Kurt's eyes. Sam knew that look. It was the look of a man with a plan.
A very evil, delicious plan.
Sam held his breath as Kurt got down on his knees and settled himself between Sam's legs. Then he reached out and untied the drawstring of the sweatpants and drew it down a bit before his soft hand delved within, finding Sam's cock.
When Kurt reached for the cupcake, Sam damn near lost his mind.
With exacting precision, Kurt trailed a finger throught the sticky confection and then proceeded to smooth it over Sam's straining erection.
"You okay?" Kurt said, not stopping what he was doing. Sam nodded his head as Kurt continued.
Sam's breaths came out in tortured huffs. Kurt took his time, smearing the frosting up and down Sam's length until he was completely coated. The he wrested Sam's sweatpants down around his hips and there he sat, his cock jutting upward like a frosted popsicle.
Kurt leaned over and touched the tip of his tongue to the swollen head. He followed it by sucking the head between his lips. Kurt teased Sam with his tongue, circling and lapping at the tip.
Sam slid his hand around to the back of Kurt's head and his fingers tangled in Kurt's hair. Carefully Kurt lowered his mouth, taking more of Sam as he licked every bit of frosting from his skin.
Kurt exerted pressure and hollowed his cheeks as he slid up Sam's cock. The head fell free from Kurt's lips with a pop and he turned his gaze up to Sam, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You know, more people wouldn't mind giving blow jobs if we could all have frosting flavored dicks." He said.
"Kurt, Baby, if you'll keep your mouth wrapped around my cock, I'll buy you a whole fucking tub of frosting."
Kurt leaned down and dragged his tongue up the back of Sam's erection, taking more frosting with him. Then he swallowed Sam up and took him deep until he butted against the back of Kurt's throat. Kurt swallowed again, the softness of his mouth convulsed around Sam's dick. Sam shuddered uncontrollably and felt semen leak from the tip.
Kurt slowly backed away but held Sam in his hand, caressing up and down as he licked his lips.
"Mmmmm, there's a very interesting flavor," he purred. "I must admit, I never thought the taste of cum could impress me. But now? Yum."
Sam reached for the back of Kurt's neck again and forced himself back into his boyfriends' mouth. He arched his hips and closed his eyes as Kurt's heat surrounded him.
He was pretty much assuming Kurt would allow him to come in his mouth.
'Hell, his mouth?' Sam thought, as he bit back a moan. 'I wanna come down his throat. I wanna thrust as deep as Kurt will allow and come like I've never come before.'
Kurt allowed Sam to hold his head, though Sam was careful to make sure Kurt wouldn't be holding his fingerprints later. Not the way he was sporting Karofsky's.
With every thrust, Kurt seemed to open wider and allow him to go as deep as he could.
"Oh Christ, Kurt." Sam strained out. "If this isn't what you want, tell me now. I'm so damn close."
Kurt paused, and Sam thought he was going to stop. He went completely still as he waited. Kurt merely glided his lips over Sam's hardness, trailing his tongue along the underside of his cock where Sam was most sensitive.
When the head of Sam's dick rested on Kurt's bottom lip, Kurt licked lightly at the seam and glanced up at him with those beautiful, sexy eyes. Kurt sent him a lazy smile and then he took Sam hard and deep.
Sam nearly bolted off the couch. Kurt sucked back and forth, his hand working the base of Sam's nine inch cock in perfect rhythm with his mouth.
Lightening gathered in Sam's balls and streaked upward with such force that his vision blurred. His release tore through him, painful and relentless in intensity.
Semen shot from Sam's cock and filled Kurt's mouth, bathing Sam in its sticky warmth. Still, Kurt didn't waver. He sucked and swallowed and all the while kept his silky, sweet mouth closed around Sam's pulsing erection.
On and on, in a seemingly unending orgasm. Sam was still jerking spasmodically when the last of his release spurted into Kurt's mouth.
Kurt released Sam's cock and climbed back on top of him, Kurt's body quivering and shaking as he straddled Sam. He gripped Sam's head and bent to nip at his neck. Kurt was everywhere, twisting restlessly as he sucked and bit at the column of Sam's neck.
Sam could tell Kurt was close to his own orgasm and all from sucking Sam off. It stunned Sam and inflated his male ego about ten more pounds. Not willing to let his man remain unfulfilled, Sam slid his fingers between them, down to Kurt's soft yet hard as rock dick and said:
"Now it's your turn, Babe."
