fic: a taste of your sticky sweet
Title: A Taste of Your Sticky Sweet
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2640
Summary: Kurt wants to make dessert for him and Blaine and Blaine wants to help. A food fight ensues. And sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Hummingbird Heartbeat by Katy Perry
Warnings: frott, handjobs, language. really, these are more incitements than anything.
A/N: This was prompted by The Glee Project's version of Teenage Dream. I have no shame. Not beta'd so please point out any typos to me.
It all started out innocently enough.
Finn was sleeping over Puck’s house (read: sleeping over Rachel’s while Puck and Kurt covered for him) and Burt had taken Carole out for a ‘romantic evening’, most of which Kurt himself had planned out. That meant it was Friday night and Kurt Hummel had the house to himself.
And he also had Blaine.
Blaine who would be coming by later on and they could spend the evening together without prying parents and annoying step-siblings.
Everything was going to be perfect. From the food they ate to the movies they were going to watch, Kurt had it all planned out.
He was just taking out the eggs and the flour to get an early start on making dessert when the doorbell rang.
Kurt scrunched his eyebrows before putting everything on the counter and walking down the hall.
“Yes-Blaine?”
Kurt didn’t know who to expect when he opened the door, but it wasn’t his boyfriend, who, after looking down at his watch, was two hours early.
“Hey.” Blaine said grinning.
“Hi.” Kurt breathed out, giving the boy in front of him a onceover.
Kurt never really liked the summer, with its sticky heat and glaring sun. He much preferred the autumn and the winter, when he could wear layers and boots and scarves.
But since dating Blaine, with his cuffed-up jeans and endless short-sleeved shirts, Kurt could certainly see the appeal of the hot summer days.
Blaine was standing in front of him now with beige pants rolled up to mid-calf (“Those are capris, honey. Stop trying to say otherwise.”) and a navy blue polo shirt, the buttons on the top left open.
The best part, in Kurt’s opinion, was Blaine’s hair. Since the summer began, Blaine started using less and less gel until one day, he just stopped altogether. “It starts to melt and gets really gross when it’s too hot.” He explained.
So now his normally gelled-down hair was free and messy, soft curls on the top of his head blowing with the hot July breeze.
Kurt secretly loved it.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Kurt asked after a moment, fingers still on the doorknob.
“You uh…invited me. I-I can go, if you had like, other plans or-”
Kurt brought up his free hand to place it over Blaine’s mouth, effectively cutting him off mid-ramble.
“Yes I invited you over, dummy, don’t be silly. Just…what are you doing here now, hours before I expected you?”
Blaine pursed his lips to kiss the center of Kurt’s palm still over his mouth before reaching up to take Kurt’s hand in his, shrugging, “My mom’s out of town for the weekend and my dad’s…well, I don’t really care where he is, so I was home alone. I figured I might as well make a good use of my freedom and come over early to spend even more time with you. I…I hope you don’t mind?”
“N-no, not at all.” Kurt said smiling.
“Good.” Blaine replied, returning the grin before stepping forward and into Kurt’s space, his other hand coming up to stroke Kurt’s waist through his light blue button-down shirt, the sleeves cuffed up to his elbows.
“Hi.” Blaine mumbled again, his face inches from Kurt’s.
“Hi.” Kurt repeated quietly, closing the short distance between them to kiss Blaine gently, all but melting into the other boy’s embrace.
Blaine broke the kiss, squeezing Kurt’s side gently and leaning over to kiss his cheek before leading them back into the house, Kurt closing the door behind them.
They walked into the kitchen and Blaine smirked at everything on the table, “Aww, babe, were you gonna bake for me?” He asked, grinning cheekily.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he muttered before moving behind the counter to where all the ingredients sat.
“Can I help?” Blaine asked, coming up behind him, sliding his arms around Kurt’s waist and dropping his chin onto Kurt’s shoulder.
“What?”
“Can I help.” Blaine repeated again, tilting his head.
“I…really?” Kurt asked, turning his head to face Blaine’s.
Blaine nodded, eyes lit with excitement.
“Okay…yeah, sure.” Kurt said, watching as Blaine’s grin grew impossibly wide, like a child who was just told Christmas was coming early.
“What’re we making?” Blaine asked, moving away and standing on Kurt’s right.
“Tiramisu.” Kurt replied, moving to the refrigerator to gather the rest of the ingredients.
“Uh…what?” Blaine asked, laughing.
Kurt sighed but smiled as he turned to face his boyfriend, “It’s Italian, babe. It’s pretty much a sort of…cake-but-not-really made of ladyfingers soaked in coffee with cocoa powder and mascarpone cream.”
“Oh.” Blaine said, scratching the back of his neck. His baking skills began and ended with making cupcakes out of a box. Most of which still ended up being burned sometimes.
Kurt laughed but nodded his towards the ingredients, “We’ll go slow.”
Blaine nodded and listened to Kurt’s careful instructions, soaking the ladyfingers in the coffee Kurt had brewed earlier in the day.
He watched as Kurt made the mascarpone cream layer, mixing the yolks and sugar as effortlessly as blinking.
“Blaine, honey, can you get me the-” Kurt started as he continued mixing the ingredients in the bowl in his arms, turning towards Blaine but freezing when his elbow knocked into the soaking cakes, toppling them off of the counter and onto Blaine’s legs, the dark liquid and mushy cakes staining his pants, shoes, and skin in seconds.
Everything froze for a moment, both of them looking down in shock before Kurt broke the silence, “Oh my god, Blaine, I-I’m so sorry. I-”
He was cut off by fistful of flour thrown onto his face, the bag open on the counter next to Blaine who was grinning widely, “There. Now we’re even.”
Kurt’s jaw hung open, no sound coming out as he stared at Blaine in shocked disbelief, “You…”
Blaine was fighting back a laugh, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth to keep it in, poorly suppressed giggles escaping as he continued to watch the various degrees of shock cross his boyfriend’s face.
Kurt narrowed his eyes before grabbing the shaker on the counter full of cocoa powder and flinging it in Blaine’s direction, his laughter dying out quickly as he looked down, his polo shirt now covered dark brown.
“Oh, it is on.” Blaine said quietly, looking up with a smirk, giving Kurt just enough time to put his bowl down before Blaine was grabbing the bowl full of egg whites and dumping it on his head.
Kurt gasped loudly, wiping the egg out of his face to see Blaine doubled over in laughter. Blaine knew, he knew, since day one that there were very few things on Earth that were more important to Kurt than his hair.
Blaine was still laughing when Kurt grabbed a handful of the cream in the bowl and slathered it over his head, his hand coming down to streak Blaine’s face with it as well.
They both looked at each other a moment, the room eerily quiet, before they both set off, grabbing anything they could get their hands on and launching it at each other.
Egg yolks and flour and chocolate syrup (Blaine convinced Kurt to add the syrup, saying everything was better with it) flew across the room and onto them, dirtying their clothes and making a complete and utter mess of the kitchen.
Kurt cracked an egg and dropped a handful of flour over Blaine’s head and Blaine retaliated by pouring chocolate syrup and crumbled ladyfingers and sugar over his hair and down his shirt.
They chased each other around the kitchen, dodging things and laughing the whole time until Blaine sneaked up behind Kurt, taking a smack of the mascarpone cream over his chest but still backing him up until Kurt’s back hit the fridge.
Blaine had one arm extended above Kurt, gripping the top of the fridge, bracketing him in while the other held a handful of flour next to Kurt’s head. Kurt held up an egg next to Blaine’s head in a stalemate.
They were both still grinning; the room was once again silent except for the huff of laughs in between puffs of air, their chests close enough to touch on each intake of oxygen.
They looked into each other’s eyes, happiness still dancing in both of their gazes. Flecks of flour clung to Blaine’s eyelashes and smears of chocolate were under Kurt’s eyes and across his cheeks.
Both of them thought that they had never seen the other look so beautiful.
It was like an invisible force took them over because the next thing either of them knew, they were dropping the contents in their hands on the floor and were gripping each other, kissing and sucking and biting and groaning into one another like their lives depended on it.
Blaine licked a strip along Kurt’s jawline, groaning at the taste of chocolate and sugar crystals and Kurt.
Kurt had his arms tight around Blaine’s neck, fingers twisting in his hair and mouth by his ear, letting out breathy noises and not-quite-moans that were just downright obscene according to Blaine’s mind.
“Blaine.” Kurt groaned out breathlessly, pulling the other boy closer to him, as close as he could, pulling as if he could defy the laws of physics and have them both share the same space.
“Yeah.” Blaine mumbled, letting out a ragged breath when their hips slanted together and finally, finally they got the friction they were looking for.
Blaine pushed his hips into Kurt’s, sucking whatever skin he could get to into his mouth to leave hickies on Kurt’s neck and collarbone, not caring about the flour or the egg or anything else they were both currently covered in, the need to have Kurt invading all of his senses far outweighing anything else.
Kurt whined again, a high, breathy sound, his fingers grappling in the curls at the base of Blaine’s neck, on the back of his shirt, on his arms.
Moremoremoremore Kurt’s brain chanted, but he couldn’t connect the thoughts to his vocal chords.
Blaine seemed to understand without needing words because the next thing Kurt knew Blaine’s hand was on the button on his jeans and tearing his fly down. Kurt got with the picture quickly and moved to do the same for Blaine, both of them moaning and sighing when they got a hand on each other’s dicks.
“M-more, Blaine, please.”
Blaine nodded dumbly before reaching down to pick up Kurt’s legs, the boy instantly wrapping them around Blaine’s waist.
“Oh my God.” Kurt groaned, head falling back to slam against the refrigerator at the change, chest rising and falling, trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could.
Blaine took advantage of the new position, leaning forward to kiss down the line of Kurt’s neck, their hips finding a sloppy but perfect rhythm.
Kurt moved Blaine’s head until Blaine’s lips were on his again, shoving his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, the faint taste of chocolate still on the other boy’s tongue.
Kurt gasped when he felt Blaine’s arms around him tighten and suddenly they were moving, Blaine turning them without breaking the kiss and dropping Kurt down onto the counter, a loud clatter resounding around the room when Blaine swept his hand over it, knocking over various plastic bowls.
Kurt kept his legs tight around Blaine’s waist, moaning loud and deep when the other boy wrapped a hand around both of their cocks without preamble, hand moving tight and quick over both of them.
“Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck.” Kurt yelled out, rocking his hips forward into the tight circle of Blaine’s hand, their kissing regressed to panted breaths and broken moans into each other’s mouth.
Blaine swiped his thumb over the head of Kurt’s dick, smearing the precome over both of them.
Kurt’s breaths were ragged, moving away from Blaine’s mouth to kiss down his neck, pulling aside the material of Blaine’s shirt roughly, exposing where his neck met his shoulder to lav at the skin there.
“Kurt, god, I-I’m close.” Blaine panted out, knees buckling when Kurt simultaneously sucked harder on the dip of his collarbone and brought one of his hands up to join Blaine’s around their dicks, doubling the pressure as they both continued to jack themselves off.
“Oh shit. Blaine, god, come with me.” Kurt groaned when he moved his face away from Blaine’s neck, bringing his head up to look his boyfriend in the eyes.
Blaine nodded as Kurt brought his free hand up, arm wrapping tightly around Blaine’s neck.
Blaine’s eyes traced a bead of sweat falling from Kurt’s temple down his face, groaning when Kurt’s fingers wrapped themselves into his hair and tugged, pleasure-pain coursing through him.
“K-Kurt.”
“Yeah. God, Blaine, y-yeah. Come. P-please, just-” Kurt cut himself out with a moan, body spasming as he came hard over their hands.
Blaine followed right after, free hand gripping the edge of the counter as he legs threatened to give out, groaning long and low in the back of his throat; his come splashing over them as well and onto their clothes.
Kurt held his hand and jacked them both slowly through it, holding until it was too much and letting go slowly, both sucking in ragged breaths, heads low, leaning on each other’s shoulders.
Blaine kissed Kurt’s shoulder through his shirt before turning his head and kissing Kurt’s neck, the other boy doing the same until they looked at each other.
Kurt’s hair was sticking up in a million different directions and so did Blaine’s, the curls around his hairline sticking to his face, his neck, drips of sweat forming on both their foreheads.
Kurt was the first to move, untangling his legs from around Blaine’s waist and tucking them both back into their pants before picking his head up, blinking a few times as he looked around the room.
“Holy shit.” Was all he mumbled, making Blaine look up and around as well.
The kitchen was in total chaos, cream and chocolate and various pieces of eggs were everywhere and every viewable surface of the room was covered in flour.
Blaine expected Kurt to freak out, but instead he just laughed.
He stared at Kurt for a moment, eyebrows raised, wondering if his boyfriend had completely lost it.
But then Kurt reached up and shook his hand through Blaine’s hair, making a layer of flour rain down.
Blaine did the same with Kurt before he broke out laughing also.
Kurt was still laughing when he leaned forward and kissed Blaine soundly, both of them grinning into the kiss.
“God I love you.” Kurt mumbled when he broke away, smile radiant.
“Love you too.” Blaine responded in a heartbeat.
“Good,” Kurt replied, nudging Blaine with his leg as signal to be let back down onto the floor, “Because I totally had everything planned out for tonight and you ruined it. So you’re totally helping me clean all this up.”
Blaine rolled his eyes before grabbing Kurt around the waist, “Ruined it, huh? Well, frankly, I just don’t think you seem to mind all that much.”
Kurt smirked but said nothing, turning in Blaine’s grip and looking around, wondering where to start with the cleanup.
“And if you do a good job,” Kurt started again, “I might just reward you.”
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asked in his ear quietly, arms still tight around his waist.
“Mhm, after all, with all the work we’re gonna be doing, we’re going to need to take a nice, long shower afterwards.”
“We better get cleaning then.” Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt’s cheek before moving away to grab the broom from closet.
Kurt watched him walk down the hall before looking down to see his clothes ruined, completely, totally 100% ruined.
But damn if it wasn’t worth it.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2640
Summary: Kurt wants to make dessert for him and Blaine and Blaine wants to help. A food fight ensues. And sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Hummingbird Heartbeat by Katy Perry
Warnings: frott, handjobs, language. really, these are more incitements than anything.
A/N: This was prompted by The Glee Project's version of Teenage Dream. I have no shame. Not beta'd so please point out any typos to me.
It all started out innocently enough.
Finn was sleeping over Puck’s house (read: sleeping over Rachel’s while Puck and Kurt covered for him) and Burt had taken Carole out for a ‘romantic evening’, most of which Kurt himself had planned out. That meant it was Friday night and Kurt Hummel had the house to himself.
And he also had Blaine.
Blaine who would be coming by later on and they could spend the evening together without prying parents and annoying step-siblings.
Everything was going to be perfect. From the food they ate to the movies they were going to watch, Kurt had it all planned out.
He was just taking out the eggs and the flour to get an early start on making dessert when the doorbell rang.
Kurt scrunched his eyebrows before putting everything on the counter and walking down the hall.
“Yes-Blaine?”
Kurt didn’t know who to expect when he opened the door, but it wasn’t his boyfriend, who, after looking down at his watch, was two hours early.
“Hey.” Blaine said grinning.
“Hi.” Kurt breathed out, giving the boy in front of him a onceover.
Kurt never really liked the summer, with its sticky heat and glaring sun. He much preferred the autumn and the winter, when he could wear layers and boots and scarves.
But since dating Blaine, with his cuffed-up jeans and endless short-sleeved shirts, Kurt could certainly see the appeal of the hot summer days.
Blaine was standing in front of him now with beige pants rolled up to mid-calf (“Those are capris, honey. Stop trying to say otherwise.”) and a navy blue polo shirt, the buttons on the top left open.
The best part, in Kurt’s opinion, was Blaine’s hair. Since the summer began, Blaine started using less and less gel until one day, he just stopped altogether. “It starts to melt and gets really gross when it’s too hot.” He explained.
So now his normally gelled-down hair was free and messy, soft curls on the top of his head blowing with the hot July breeze.
Kurt secretly loved it.
“Wh-what are you doing here?” Kurt asked after a moment, fingers still on the doorknob.
“You uh…invited me. I-I can go, if you had like, other plans or-”
Kurt brought up his free hand to place it over Blaine’s mouth, effectively cutting him off mid-ramble.
“Yes I invited you over, dummy, don’t be silly. Just…what are you doing here now, hours before I expected you?”
Blaine pursed his lips to kiss the center of Kurt’s palm still over his mouth before reaching up to take Kurt’s hand in his, shrugging, “My mom’s out of town for the weekend and my dad’s…well, I don’t really care where he is, so I was home alone. I figured I might as well make a good use of my freedom and come over early to spend even more time with you. I…I hope you don’t mind?”
“N-no, not at all.” Kurt said smiling.
“Good.” Blaine replied, returning the grin before stepping forward and into Kurt’s space, his other hand coming up to stroke Kurt’s waist through his light blue button-down shirt, the sleeves cuffed up to his elbows.
“Hi.” Blaine mumbled again, his face inches from Kurt’s.
“Hi.” Kurt repeated quietly, closing the short distance between them to kiss Blaine gently, all but melting into the other boy’s embrace.
Blaine broke the kiss, squeezing Kurt’s side gently and leaning over to kiss his cheek before leading them back into the house, Kurt closing the door behind them.
They walked into the kitchen and Blaine smirked at everything on the table, “Aww, babe, were you gonna bake for me?” He asked, grinning cheekily.
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Shut up,” he muttered before moving behind the counter to where all the ingredients sat.
“Can I help?” Blaine asked, coming up behind him, sliding his arms around Kurt’s waist and dropping his chin onto Kurt’s shoulder.
“What?”
“Can I help.” Blaine repeated again, tilting his head.
“I…really?” Kurt asked, turning his head to face Blaine’s.
Blaine nodded, eyes lit with excitement.
“Okay…yeah, sure.” Kurt said, watching as Blaine’s grin grew impossibly wide, like a child who was just told Christmas was coming early.
“What’re we making?” Blaine asked, moving away and standing on Kurt’s right.
“Tiramisu.” Kurt replied, moving to the refrigerator to gather the rest of the ingredients.
“Uh…what?” Blaine asked, laughing.
Kurt sighed but smiled as he turned to face his boyfriend, “It’s Italian, babe. It’s pretty much a sort of…cake-but-not-really made of ladyfingers soaked in coffee with cocoa powder and mascarpone cream.”
“Oh.” Blaine said, scratching the back of his neck. His baking skills began and ended with making cupcakes out of a box. Most of which still ended up being burned sometimes.
Kurt laughed but nodded his towards the ingredients, “We’ll go slow.”
Blaine nodded and listened to Kurt’s careful instructions, soaking the ladyfingers in the coffee Kurt had brewed earlier in the day.
He watched as Kurt made the mascarpone cream layer, mixing the yolks and sugar as effortlessly as blinking.
“Blaine, honey, can you get me the-” Kurt started as he continued mixing the ingredients in the bowl in his arms, turning towards Blaine but freezing when his elbow knocked into the soaking cakes, toppling them off of the counter and onto Blaine’s legs, the dark liquid and mushy cakes staining his pants, shoes, and skin in seconds.
Everything froze for a moment, both of them looking down in shock before Kurt broke the silence, “Oh my god, Blaine, I-I’m so sorry. I-”
He was cut off by fistful of flour thrown onto his face, the bag open on the counter next to Blaine who was grinning widely, “There. Now we’re even.”
Kurt’s jaw hung open, no sound coming out as he stared at Blaine in shocked disbelief, “You…”
Blaine was fighting back a laugh, bottom lip bitten tightly between his teeth to keep it in, poorly suppressed giggles escaping as he continued to watch the various degrees of shock cross his boyfriend’s face.
Kurt narrowed his eyes before grabbing the shaker on the counter full of cocoa powder and flinging it in Blaine’s direction, his laughter dying out quickly as he looked down, his polo shirt now covered dark brown.
“Oh, it is on.” Blaine said quietly, looking up with a smirk, giving Kurt just enough time to put his bowl down before Blaine was grabbing the bowl full of egg whites and dumping it on his head.
Kurt gasped loudly, wiping the egg out of his face to see Blaine doubled over in laughter. Blaine knew, he knew, since day one that there were very few things on Earth that were more important to Kurt than his hair.
Blaine was still laughing when Kurt grabbed a handful of the cream in the bowl and slathered it over his head, his hand coming down to streak Blaine’s face with it as well.
They both looked at each other a moment, the room eerily quiet, before they both set off, grabbing anything they could get their hands on and launching it at each other.
Egg yolks and flour and chocolate syrup (Blaine convinced Kurt to add the syrup, saying everything was better with it) flew across the room and onto them, dirtying their clothes and making a complete and utter mess of the kitchen.
Kurt cracked an egg and dropped a handful of flour over Blaine’s head and Blaine retaliated by pouring chocolate syrup and crumbled ladyfingers and sugar over his hair and down his shirt.
They chased each other around the kitchen, dodging things and laughing the whole time until Blaine sneaked up behind Kurt, taking a smack of the mascarpone cream over his chest but still backing him up until Kurt’s back hit the fridge.
Blaine had one arm extended above Kurt, gripping the top of the fridge, bracketing him in while the other held a handful of flour next to Kurt’s head. Kurt held up an egg next to Blaine’s head in a stalemate.
They were both still grinning; the room was once again silent except for the huff of laughs in between puffs of air, their chests close enough to touch on each intake of oxygen.
They looked into each other’s eyes, happiness still dancing in both of their gazes. Flecks of flour clung to Blaine’s eyelashes and smears of chocolate were under Kurt’s eyes and across his cheeks.
Both of them thought that they had never seen the other look so beautiful.
It was like an invisible force took them over because the next thing either of them knew, they were dropping the contents in their hands on the floor and were gripping each other, kissing and sucking and biting and groaning into one another like their lives depended on it.
Blaine licked a strip along Kurt’s jawline, groaning at the taste of chocolate and sugar crystals and Kurt.
Kurt had his arms tight around Blaine’s neck, fingers twisting in his hair and mouth by his ear, letting out breathy noises and not-quite-moans that were just downright obscene according to Blaine’s mind.
“Blaine.” Kurt groaned out breathlessly, pulling the other boy closer to him, as close as he could, pulling as if he could defy the laws of physics and have them both share the same space.
“Yeah.” Blaine mumbled, letting out a ragged breath when their hips slanted together and finally, finally they got the friction they were looking for.
Blaine pushed his hips into Kurt’s, sucking whatever skin he could get to into his mouth to leave hickies on Kurt’s neck and collarbone, not caring about the flour or the egg or anything else they were both currently covered in, the need to have Kurt invading all of his senses far outweighing anything else.
Kurt whined again, a high, breathy sound, his fingers grappling in the curls at the base of Blaine’s neck, on the back of his shirt, on his arms.
Moremoremoremore Kurt’s brain chanted, but he couldn’t connect the thoughts to his vocal chords.
Blaine seemed to understand without needing words because the next thing Kurt knew Blaine’s hand was on the button on his jeans and tearing his fly down. Kurt got with the picture quickly and moved to do the same for Blaine, both of them moaning and sighing when they got a hand on each other’s dicks.
“M-more, Blaine, please.”
Blaine nodded dumbly before reaching down to pick up Kurt’s legs, the boy instantly wrapping them around Blaine’s waist.
“Oh my God.” Kurt groaned, head falling back to slam against the refrigerator at the change, chest rising and falling, trying to suck in as much oxygen as he could.
Blaine took advantage of the new position, leaning forward to kiss down the line of Kurt’s neck, their hips finding a sloppy but perfect rhythm.
Kurt moved Blaine’s head until Blaine’s lips were on his again, shoving his tongue into Blaine’s mouth, the faint taste of chocolate still on the other boy’s tongue.
Kurt gasped when he felt Blaine’s arms around him tighten and suddenly they were moving, Blaine turning them without breaking the kiss and dropping Kurt down onto the counter, a loud clatter resounding around the room when Blaine swept his hand over it, knocking over various plastic bowls.
Kurt kept his legs tight around Blaine’s waist, moaning loud and deep when the other boy wrapped a hand around both of their cocks without preamble, hand moving tight and quick over both of them.
“Oh fuck! Fuckfuckfuck.” Kurt yelled out, rocking his hips forward into the tight circle of Blaine’s hand, their kissing regressed to panted breaths and broken moans into each other’s mouth.
Blaine swiped his thumb over the head of Kurt’s dick, smearing the precome over both of them.
Kurt’s breaths were ragged, moving away from Blaine’s mouth to kiss down his neck, pulling aside the material of Blaine’s shirt roughly, exposing where his neck met his shoulder to lav at the skin there.
“Kurt, god, I-I’m close.” Blaine panted out, knees buckling when Kurt simultaneously sucked harder on the dip of his collarbone and brought one of his hands up to join Blaine’s around their dicks, doubling the pressure as they both continued to jack themselves off.
“Oh shit. Blaine, god, come with me.” Kurt groaned when he moved his face away from Blaine’s neck, bringing his head up to look his boyfriend in the eyes.
Blaine nodded as Kurt brought his free hand up, arm wrapping tightly around Blaine’s neck.
Blaine’s eyes traced a bead of sweat falling from Kurt’s temple down his face, groaning when Kurt’s fingers wrapped themselves into his hair and tugged, pleasure-pain coursing through him.
“K-Kurt.”
“Yeah. God, Blaine, y-yeah. Come. P-please, just-” Kurt cut himself out with a moan, body spasming as he came hard over their hands.
Blaine followed right after, free hand gripping the edge of the counter as he legs threatened to give out, groaning long and low in the back of his throat; his come splashing over them as well and onto their clothes.
Kurt held his hand and jacked them both slowly through it, holding until it was too much and letting go slowly, both sucking in ragged breaths, heads low, leaning on each other’s shoulders.
Blaine kissed Kurt’s shoulder through his shirt before turning his head and kissing Kurt’s neck, the other boy doing the same until they looked at each other.
Kurt’s hair was sticking up in a million different directions and so did Blaine’s, the curls around his hairline sticking to his face, his neck, drips of sweat forming on both their foreheads.
Kurt was the first to move, untangling his legs from around Blaine’s waist and tucking them both back into their pants before picking his head up, blinking a few times as he looked around the room.
“Holy shit.” Was all he mumbled, making Blaine look up and around as well.
The kitchen was in total chaos, cream and chocolate and various pieces of eggs were everywhere and every viewable surface of the room was covered in flour.
Blaine expected Kurt to freak out, but instead he just laughed.
He stared at Kurt for a moment, eyebrows raised, wondering if his boyfriend had completely lost it.
But then Kurt reached up and shook his hand through Blaine’s hair, making a layer of flour rain down.
Blaine did the same with Kurt before he broke out laughing also.
Kurt was still laughing when he leaned forward and kissed Blaine soundly, both of them grinning into the kiss.
“God I love you.” Kurt mumbled when he broke away, smile radiant.
“Love you too.” Blaine responded in a heartbeat.
“Good,” Kurt replied, nudging Blaine with his leg as signal to be let back down onto the floor, “Because I totally had everything planned out for tonight and you ruined it. So you’re totally helping me clean all this up.”
Blaine rolled his eyes before grabbing Kurt around the waist, “Ruined it, huh? Well, frankly, I just don’t think you seem to mind all that much.”
Kurt smirked but said nothing, turning in Blaine’s grip and looking around, wondering where to start with the cleanup.
“And if you do a good job,” Kurt started again, “I might just reward you.”
“Oh yeah?” Blaine asked in his ear quietly, arms still tight around his waist.
“Mhm, after all, with all the work we’re gonna be doing, we’re going to need to take a nice, long shower afterwards.”
“We better get cleaning then.” Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt’s cheek before moving away to grab the broom from closet.
Kurt watched him walk down the hall before looking down to see his clothes ruined, completely, totally 100% ruined.
But damn if it wasn’t worth it.
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