Sunday, July 22 

When Blaine stepped out of the bathroom on Sunday evening clad only in a towel, Kurt had to remind himself that it was okay to look.  He was about to see his boyfriend naked for the second time, and the thought gave him a fluttery feeling in his stomach.  He wondered whether he was overdressed in his pajamas, but decided that if he was actually going to give Blaine the back rub he'd promised, then it was probably a good idea for him to keep his clothes on.

“C'mere,” Kurt said, patting the bed.  “I seem to remember you won our little bet this afternoon, and I guess it's time for me to pay up.”

Blaine tossed his towel casually over the back of a chair and flopped down on his stomach.  “The thrill of victory,” he gloated.

“More like the thrill of being a cheater,” Kurt shot back.

“You said proper names were allowed.  It's not my fault you're a heathen.”

“Hey!  Look who's talking!  I'm not the one who lied to my mother.  And on a Sunday, too.”

“I didn't lie to her.  I may have misled her a little bit, but everything I said was true.”

“Now you're just arguing semantics.  I was a Speech and Debate champion in high school, Blaine.  You're not going to win this one.”

“But I am going to get a back rub, right?”

“Yes,” Kurt relented, “you are going to get a back rub, even if you don't really deserve one.  And do you know why?”

“‘Cause you're the best boyfriend ever?”

“Got it in one.”

Kurt straddled Blaine's waist and brought his hands to his boyfriend's shoulders, which were warm and still a little damp from the shower.  He began to knead, marveling again at how muscular Blaine had become.  Blaine let out a sigh and relaxed under his touch.

Kurt gradually worked his way down Blaine's back, varying his touch from gentle caresses to deep pressure, and reveling in the pleased little noises his boyfriend was making.  He scooted back until he was sitting against Blaine's ass, so that he could reach his lower back.  As Kurt rolled his knuckles into the tight muscles there, Blaine let out a low moan.  Kurt could feel himself growing hard.  

Leaning down over Blaine's back in a way that pressed his erection into the curve of his boyfriend's ass, Kurt kissed the back of Blaine's neck, murmuring, “Now I know why you leapt up like the bed was on fire that time you gave me a back rub.  This is incredibly hot.  Is it okay if I move a little lower?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Blaine smiled, tipping his face up for a kiss.  Kurt obliged, before shimmying himself down Blaine's back, rubbing his throbbing cock against Blaine's ass for a tantalizing moment.  He forced himself to sit back on his heels, coming to rest on Blaine's thighs.

Kurt leaned forward and brought his hands to Blaine's shoulders, sliding them slowly down until they came to rest on his ass.  Blaine squirmed a little at the touch, and Kurt placed his left hand firmly in the middle of his boyfriend's back, steadying him as he would one of the horses.  With his right hand, he began rubbing leisurely circles around first one cheek, then the other.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a magnificent ass?”

Blaine let out a bark of laughter.  “Now, who would have told me that, other than you?”

“Um, anyone who's seen this magnificent ass.” 

Blaine snorted, and Kurt brought both hands to the ass in question, squeezing at the firm flesh. 

Blaine swiveled around, coming to rest on his back.  He brought his hands up to grip the hem of Kurt's pajama top.  “Off.”

“You want me to get off?”

“No – yes – that's not what I meant…”

“Blaine, you're babbling,” Kurt giggled.

Blaine grinned up at him.  “I meant that I want your clothes off.”  Kurt nodded, and Blaine swiftly pulled off his shirt.  “And then I don't want you to get off of me, I want you to get off with me.”

Kurt could feel himself flushing as he hastily scrambled out of his pajama bottoms and boxers.  The moment he'd kicked his legs free, Blaine reached up and dragged him down into a kiss.

Kurt moaned, letting his body sink into Blaine's embrace.  He realized with a slight thrill that this was yet another thing they'd never done before – lying together naked, his weight pressing Blaine into the bed.  The feeling of Blaine's hard cock, snug against his own, trapped between their overheated bodies, sent little jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

Kurt's hips began to move of their own accord, grinding down against Blaine, who lay writhing beneath him.  Blaine clutched reflexively at Kurt's ass, finally finding his rhythm.  The boys surged together, panting into their kiss.

Kurt pulled his lips away from Blaine's as he came, biting his boyfriend's shoulder.  Blaine thrust up against him a few more times before he, too, came.  Cradling the back of Kurt's head, Blaine rolled them over and resumed their kiss.

Kurt felt breathless, boneless, and blissfully content.  He barely had the energy to kiss Blaine back, passively allowing his boyfriend to lick into his mouth, smiling against his lips.  He loved the sensation of Blaine's body covering his own, solid and real.  

Blaine finally broke the kiss and lay his head down on Kurt's shoulder.  “Best boyfriend ever,” he sighed.