Here we are again, earlier than anticipated. What is it about this story that is making it impossible for me to write my nice, sweet, smut-free fic?

Chapter 7

Blaine continued to lap at Kurt's ass as the man under him squirmed. He gradually worked his way from the small of Kurt's back, down the syrupy laden round cheeks one at a time. He then worked in from the edge of Kurt's butt, until the only thing left on Kurt's ass was a stripe of whipped cream running up his crack.

Blaine groaned as he parted Kurt's cheeks and slowly lapped his way from Kurt's balls all the way to his hole. He spent a long time there, licking and sucking at the cream. Kurt writhed underneath him, groans gradually getting louder and louder.

Blaine let out a small chuckle into Kurt's centre. Kurt spun his head over his shoulder as fast as lightning.

"Okay mister," he panted, "if you're going to do things like that, you better be prepared for the consequences." Blaine didn't even move, but chuckled once more. He felt Kurt spasm beneath him. Blaine didn't think he'd ever felt quite so alive.

Blaine got off again, and Kurt howled. He'd been so close! It didn't take long before Blaine was back. He grabbed Kurt by the hands and pulled him up off the sofa. Kurt looked at him doe-eyed and smiled shyly.

"Bathtime?" he whispered. Blaine chuckled and shook his head. He led Kurt into the bedroom, where he had covered the bed in towels.

"Lie down on your tummy, babe," Blaine waited while Kurt wriggled a little and got himself comfortable. Blaine took a cool soapy cloth and cleaned Kurt of the sticky residue. Kurt bit his lip and closed his eyes again to try and maintain a modicum of self control.

Once Kurt was clean, Blaine sat carefully on the small of Kurt's back. He picked up a bottle from the nightstand and poured a small amount of liquid into his palm. He started kneading Kurt's back in long, languid strokes, going up his back, over his shoulders, and down the graceful arms. Kurt's nose twitched.

"Oh my God! Blaine, what is that?" Kurt asked, relaxing into Blaine's touch.

"Edible massage oil – cinnamon apple," Blaine said, leaning over to whisper into Kurt's ear.

"Mmm, tasty," Kurt said collapsing his head back onto the pillow.

Blaine took his time caressing Kurt's upper body, easing out the tension knots from his shoulders and back, before turning himself around. He reached down and picked up each of Kurt's feet in turn, massaging each 'little piggy' individually, kneading the soles of Kurt's feet and gradually working up his shins. Kurt could feel himself gradually going boneless, Blaine's touch, combined with the heady apple aroma, put him into a state of deep relaxation.

Blaine worked behind Kurt's knees, first one, then the other before moving up to his thighs. Knowing he was approaching 'painful territory', Blaine eased up on the amount of pressure. He slowly and carefully massaged Kurt's thighs, and started to sooth the pained, red flesh. He spread Kurt's legs slightly to allow him better access and ran his hands firmly up Kurt's inner thighs. Kurt moaned quietly.

Blaine continued his gentle ministrations to Kurt's thighs while trying to ignore his own ever growing situation. He finally got off Kurt's back and relocated himself to between Kurt's thighs to concentrate on his most prized possession, Kurt's red, hot ass. He spread Kurt's legs wide around him. Blaine then oiled up his hands again gently started to slowly rub Kurt's bright red cheeks. He started from the small of Kurt's back where he had previously been seated and worked his way around the outside of both cheeks, down to the top of Kurt's thighs, and returned to the top in the reverse direction. On each pass, Blaine allowed his hands to veer slightly closer to the 'holy grail'. Until he slipped both hands between Kurt's butt cheeks and slid them slowly down. Kurt shifted himself a little, his erection uncomfortably pressed into the mattress underneath him.

Blaine felt a slight twang of guilt as he saw how red and sore even Kurt's crack was, so he took plenty of time to pay it a lot of attention. Sliding his oily thumbs up and down carefully, he felt Kurt tense under his touch.

"Are you okay?" he asked huskily.

"Mmm," hummed Kurt and wriggled slightly.

Blaine slid a solitary finger down the centre of Kurt's ass until it reached its goal. Blaine applied a small amount of pressure on Kurt's hole and then continued his journey south. As his finger made its way back up, Blaine increased the pressure slightly, almost entering Kurt. He took his own penis in his other hand and started to gently pump himself. On his third trip down Kurt's crack, he finally allowed himself to push through the tight ring a little. Kurt gasped, while Blaine pumped.

Kurt turned his head over his shoulder and saw Blaine with his very stiff penis in hand.

"Sorry," said Blaine, and let go of his dick.

"No," said Kurt, "Do it...it's hot!"

Blaine raised his eyebrows, but took his penis back into his hand and resumed his previous activity. Kurt groaned as Blaine pushed his finger a little further inside Kurt's hole. He added a second finger shortly after, increasing the speed of his strokes to himself at the same time. Kurt pushed his head deep into the pillow to suppress the volume of his moaning, as Blaine found that tiny bundle of nerves he was looking for. Kurt thrust hard into the mattress as Blaine pumped his shaft with one hand and massaged the inside of Kurt with the other. In a few short moments, they were both coming. Kurt into the towel on the mattress while Blaine left pale streaks over Kurt's oiled red cheeks.

Blaine didn't stop to let himself come down from his high. As Kurt panted, Blaine rubbed the cum into Kurt's ass gently.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Kurt asked, not really caring if the world outside had spontaneously combusted.

"Semen is meant to be good for the skin," Blaine chuckled. Kurt shrugged, giving Blaine silent permission to do whatever he wanted to do with him at that moment in time.

Once he'd finished, Blaine fell down on his side beside Kurt, exhausted.

Kurt rolled toward Blaine, looked at his lover and smiled. As traumatic as some of their activities were, Kurt loved this. Just gazing into each other eyes as if nothing else existed. Kurt hooked his calf over Blaine's leg entwining their two bodies. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him close, he chuckled quietly.

"What?" asked Kurt curiously.

"You're all slippery," chuckled Blaine. He picked up one of Kurt's arm, still covered in the massage oil, and held it to Kurt's mouth.

"Taste it," Blaine whispered, Kurt laughed out loud and shook his head.

"I don't want to taste myself," he admonished.

"I'm about to taste myself," Blaine smirked, Kurt raised an eyebrow questioningly and Blaine gave Kurt's ass the lightest tap to get the message through, Kurt blushed once he realised what Blaine meant.

"Taste it, Kurt," Blaine said authoritatively, holding Kurt's arm back up to his mouth. Kurt gulped and hesitantly licked his own arm. He tasted like apple pie! He let out an unconscious moan of delight.

"That's what I thought!" Blaine said excitedly as he got up to reposition himself. He gently rolled Kurt back onto his stomach.

"Spread 'em, Sailor," Blaine said nudging Kurt's legs apart to give himself somewhere to kneel.

"Oh! The romance..." Kurt sighed dramatically, "be still my beating heart!"

Blaine suddenly lay directly on top of Kurt, pinning Kurt to the mattress, his mouth right beside Kurt's ear.

"Never let me hear you say that again," Blaine said seriously. Kurt froze.

"Never, ever even joke about your heart stopping," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, before sucking lightly on his earlobe, "if your heart stops, then mine only has a single beat left...please...just don't."

"Alright...sorry," said Kurt quietly, "I was only..."

"Joking, I know," finished Blaine, "but I can never joke about losing you, Kurt. I want you to be mine, forever."

"I am yours, Blaine...only yours," Kurt tried to reassure Blaine. Blaine ran his hand up the full length of Kurt's sides, raising Kurt's arms above his head as he went. He pinned Kurt's arms to the pillow and sighed.

"Good!"

Blaine knelt up between Kurt's legs and gently rubbed Kurt's thighs and ass. He bent down as he opened Kurt's crack wide, and licked a wide stripe quickly over Kurt's hole. He proceeded to slowly lap every square inch of Kurt's ass.

"Mmm," Blaine hummed, "apple pie and cum!" He watched Kurt's ass jiggle with laughter.

"You are so gross!" Kurt chuckled.

Blaine slurped noisily on Kurt's ass cheek, he alternated between blowing raspberries and messily slurping them up, making Kurt laugh harder. Blaine suddenly jumped off the bed and knelt down beside Kurt's head.

"Kiss me," Blaine said, a tiny bit of spittle dripping from his lips.

"You've just kissed my ass, literally! And now you want me to..." Kurt was cut off by Blaine's lips on his own. Blaine's tongue quickly forced its way inside Kurt's mouth to claim it as its own. Kurt sucked gently on Blaine's tongue, tasting the mix of cinnamon apple oil and the familiar taste of Blaine's cum. Just as he started to feel himself go hard again, Blaine pulled back.

He grabbed Kurt's hands, and pulled him toward the bathroom.

"Bath?" Kurt asked.

"Shower tonight," Blaine replied, "it's getting late and we've got your father coming tomorrow...I'm guessing you don't want to see him with your ass covered in cum and oil!" Kurt shook his head, giggling at what his father would say to that idea!

Blaine ran the shower for a moment to get the right temperature, not too cold for him and not too hot for Kurt's ass. Kurt hung off him from behind, arms tightly wrapped around Blaine's middle and his head resting on Blaine's shoulder.

Once satisfied with the temperature, Blaine led Kurt into the cubicle. He picked up a soft sponge and soaped it up. He took his time carefully soaping Kurt's shoulders, arms, chest and back.

"Bend over, beautiful," Blaine said, pushing Kurt gently between the shoulder blades. Kurt complied willingly, bending over from the hip, almost putting his head between his knees. Blaine marvelled, not for the first time, at his boyfriend's flexibility, before he moved Kurt around awkwardly until the stream of water was aimed directly at Kurt's ass.

Blaine stood a little to the side and soaped up the sponge again. He ran the sponge lightly over Kurt's now bright pink cheeks, and watched as the soap slowly ran down Kurt's crack, down his leg and into the drain. Blaine felt himself harden again. Kurt twisted his torso and, without warning, swallowed Blaine's cock straight down his throat. Blaine shuddered in shock as Kurt quickly bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard and fast.

Something caught Blaine's eye and he looked outside the glass cubicle. He saw their reflection in the bathroom mirror and his breath caught in his throat. Kurt's long straight legs, his lithe muscular frame, his pale flawless skin and his lips stretched around Blaine's dick. Blaine's body, darker in contrast to Kurt's, his wide strong shoulders and his face the picture of ecstasy. Blaine thought for a moment that he could have been looking at some high brow artistic pornography. The realisation that it was them, Kurt and Blaine that he was watching was enough to send him over the edge. He spurted his milky load into Kurt's mouth, who eagerly drank it up.

Blaine pulled Kurt back up and spun him around, they explored each other's mouths with their tongues and explored the well recognised tracks of each other's bodies with their hands, until the water became decidedly cool.

Blaine turned off the water, and helped Kurt out of the shower. They took time drying each other off in turn. Kurt batted away Blaine's hand when he tried to return Kurt's favour in some way. They walked back to the bedroom naked together, hand in hand, as casual as if they were two teenagers walking through the high school halls.

Blaine quickly removed the towels from the bed, and they both clambered in, each immediately seeking the other out. Blaine kissed Kurt on the forehead, and pulled him on top of his chest. Kurt snuggled his head under Blaine's chin and they both shared a contented sigh.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked in little more than a whisper, "Please promise you'll look after me forever?"

"Forever, " Blaine mumbled his agreement before they both fell into an exhausted, almost comatose, sleep.

And...there we go! A bit shorter than normal, but what can I say...the boys have had a big night, they need some rest, and as the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm!

There'll be something new to look forward to in the next chapter...
a little something I like to call PLOT...Oh, there'll still be 'activities'...Blaine can't keep his hands off Kurt for too long!

Next chapter is almost done, and ready to go...but...lots of reviews make it go public VERY quickly (hint, hint)