You can tell when I started writing a certain fic by how much it sucks. This one, for example, was late.
Hot Sex, Massage and Pizza
"I'm so sorry," says Kurt again when Blaine winces under the pressure of his hands. "It's just, usually when you curse during sex it's a good thing, and-"
"Kurt, relax. I just pulled a muscle- ngh, yeah, it's right there, ow," he says, letting Kurt gently massage the sore spot.
"Sorry," Kurt mutters for the billionth time.
"Baby. Stop," Blaine says, freeing himself from beneath Kurt and rolling onto his back. "It's really just a pulled muscle. Also, it's not your fault."
Kurt sighs and lies down next to him. "I still feel guilty. I don't like hurting you. Sex is supposed to be fun, not hurting!"
Blaine carefully lifts himself up to kiss Kurt softly. "You didn't do it on purpose. I'll live, baby."
Kurt plants his face in the bed. "Ugh."
Blaine rubs his shoulder, and lays another kiss on his neck. "Come on. I'm starving, you seriously tired me out with all that hot sex," he says, grinning, and Kurt chuckles. "Let's order a pizza."