A/N- (barricades door) FINE FINE THIS IS THE FRICKIN TWO-SHOT! Don't kill me! Sweet Grilled Cheesus, you guys. Thank you all so much for the luff! Please review, and if I owned Glee, stuff like this would happen all the time. And that would be weird. This isn't as lemony as the last chapter; the smut that is there is very very very graphic, not for the kiddies, but it has more plot and fluffage. But... oh my glee! You guys... this is now tied for my second most popular story in reviews, my third most popular in hits, and has the most favorites out of all 19 of my stories. I seriously love you guys. GROUP HUGGLE! I don't own The Body Shop either, but I do own bottles of the items mentioned. Oh, and if you haven't read the awesomesause stories of one Emily Maddox, you need to. Seriously. Like, right now. But please R&R this one first! I'll stop rambling now. Enjoy!
XOXOXOXO
The only sound in the room was two heartbeats, synchronizing with each other, and heavy breathing, each boy trying to regain their breath. Kurt lay, spent, in Blaine's arms, and the countertenor sighed in content as Blaine began to stroke the small of his back. "Mmmph..." he moaned softly.
"I love you, Kurt. Honestly, I love you." Blaine whispered softly in his ear.
Kurt felt his heart swell. "I love you, too." He whispered back. They lay like that for a long time, happy just to be surrounded by each other.
"Maybe we should go take that shower now...?" Blaine trailed off.
Kurt giggled, still delirious and giddy. "We?"
"C'mon, help save the planet. If we take a shower together, we can save water. I know how much you love Mother Nature," Blaine untangled himself from his protesting boyfriend. "If you don't hurry, I'll use all of your stuff you just got from The Body Shop."
"Not my Satsuma Body Polish!" Kurt gasped, sitting straight up.
"And the Hemp Hand Scrub." Blaine said.
"Alright, alright! Hold onto your panties. I'm coming," Kurt got out of the warm bed reluctantly.
"Not yet, you're not." Blaine whispered as he passed. He saw a shiver travel down Kurt's back and smirked, knowing the younger boy had heard him. He followed him into the bathroom, turned on the shower, stepped inside, and beckoned the countertenor in. Kurt, still blushing slightly, strode into the shower, gasping quietly as the hot water hit his responsive skin. The second he shut the curtain, Blaine all but shoved him against the tile wall, kissing him deeply. Kurt's moans were lost in Blaine's mouth as hands began to grope up and down his body, squeezing. When he began to kiss his way down Kurt's neck, his boyfriend gasped and pushed him away gently.
Seeing Blaine's confused look, he explained, "My turn now." With that, Kurt began to kiss and suck at the older boy's neck with ferocity.
"Mmmph... Kuuuurt," The sounds that Blaine was making went straight to the countertenor's hardening cock, which was leaking. Kurt traveled his kisses, licks, bites, and sucks down Blaine's neck, chest, and stomach, stopping to flick his tongue over a nipple as he cried out. When Kurt finally reached his rock hard cock, he took it into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it. "Unng, fuck, Kurt. Yes. Don't stop, oh god, right there," Blaine moaned feverishly as Kurt bobbed his head up and down, deepthroating the whole thing. Blaine tangled his hands in damp hair, his knees going weak. It felt so good, he was about to come...
Kurt pulled off with an obscene pop just before Blaine could reach his ultimate peak, and Blaine whimpered in loss. "Shh... you'll be had soon enough, baby." Kurt whispered, standing up and capturing his lips in a deep, rough kiss. It was full of passion and pure want, pure need to be physically closer to each other. Suddenly, Blaine spun the smaller boy around, pressing him against the wet shower wall. His erection brushed the tiles and Kurt let out a low hiss.
"You like that?" Blaine purred in his boyfriend's ear. In no time at all, his cock was pushing in to Kurt, almost harshly. The two boys moaned in want.
"Blaine, please, fuck me harder, oh god, yes. Right there, keep fucking me right there!" Kurt cried out as his prostate was abused. Blaine's grip on his hips tightened and he pounded in roughly, sure to leave bruises. But, frankly, Kurt liked it rough. He loved how the pain only heightened the pleasure, and the satisfying hickeys on his neck could be covered with a scarf later. He was almost melting in the shower, the hot water was still rushing above them, but the boys paid it no attention. All that mattered was that they went faster and harder and deeper and kept hitting that spot right there.
Blaine's hand moved from Kurt's hip to his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts and moving his thumb over the tip. "Fuck, Blaine, I'm so close, oh," Kurt breathed.
"Mmm, come for me, baby," Blaine whispered directly in his ear, and Kurt did just that. With a high pitched scream, he exploded in Blaine's hand and over the shower wall. The tightness that accompanied his orgasm was too much for Blaine, he was pulled over edge as well, moaning Kurt's name like a mantra. Pulling out, he spun Kurt around and captured his lips in kiss less aggressive than the last. This once was sweeter, calmer, and full of love. As they broke away, panting heavily, they seemed to realize they were still in the shower.
"I guess we should clean up," Blaine concluded, grabbing a washcloth and gently wiping Kurt's stomach.
They washed each other, reveling in every inch, every nook and cranny of the other's body, memorizing it. Blaine took particular pleasure in rubbing and washing Kurt's shoulders, for some reason. And when they were clean, they stepped out together, feeling not much cleaner than when they got in. If anything, they felt dirtier.
"I'm cold now," Kurt complained, shivering slightly as they left their warm, wet haven reluctantly. Blaine wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's damp torso, resting his chin on the dimpled, flushed shoulder. "Let's dry off."
Once they were dry and decently clothed, Blaine and Kurt didn't have enough strength to do anything more than pop in Hairspray and cuddle, with their legs tangled softly together, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's chest, and Blaine's hand idly tracing patterns on Kurt's skin. It was pure bliss to both of them. And no one would disturb that bliss, as Blaine's parents were out of town, so they had the house to themselves. It was a good thing, because they'd probably been very vocal.
"Blaine."
"Mmm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you love me?"
"Why are you asking silly questions? I love you because you're you, Kurt. You're sweet, kind, witty, funny, and the most beautiful person I've ever had the fortune to meet. I love every inch of you, I love your bitch-face when you get pissed off, I love how intense you get about fashion of any kind, and I love how you never smile with teeth and look even more adorable. I told you, you move me, Kurt. You make me better, and you are amazing-" Blaine was cut off as his favorite pair of lips crashed on his, kissing deeply and filled with enough love to carry the world on.
XOXOXOXO
A/N2- Well there you have it. I finally finished it. Filled with smut, fluff, and a bit of light humor. I hope you liked it! Please tell me in review form! I love reviews. They make me flail with happiness.