Saturday, July 21

Kurt quickly took stock of the situation.  He was naked.  With Blaine.  In the shower.  He sensed definite possibilities here.

“If you wash my back, I'll wash yours,” he offered.

Blaine immediately grabbed a bottle of citrus-scented bath gel and lathered up a washcloth.  “Turn around,” he ordered.

Kurt was quick to comply.  Now that he'd started this, he could feel a blush creeping into his face, and he was glad not to have to look Blaine in the eyes.

Blaine began at his shoulders, rubbing circles with the soapy washcloth before gradually working his way lower.  Kurt leaned into his touch, his whole body craving more.  But Blaine seemed reluctant to push his luck, stopping when he reached Kurt's lower back and handing over the washcloth.  “Your turn to do me,” he said.

Both boys turned around under the gently falling water, and Kurt took a moment to note that the special shower head really did make him feel like he was in a rainforest.  Adding a little more bath gel to the washcloth, he began to stroke it up and down Blaine's back.

Blaine hummed contentedly, and Kurt stepped closer, pulling the washcloth out from between them.  He reached around to the front, holding Blaine against him with one arm while running the washcloth across his chest.  The touch of Blaine's warm, wet, naked body was intoxicating, and Kurt could feel himself growing hard.

Setting the washcloth – and his inhibitions – aside, Kurt began to explore Blaine's body with his hands.  He ran his fingertips along his boyfriend's collarbones, then down over his pecs, before tracing around his nipples.  Blaine shuddered against him, breath hitching.

“Is this okay?” Kurt asked.

“This is so okay,” Blaine answered, leaning his head back onto Kurt's shoulder.  Kurt kissed his boyfriend's outstretched neck, allowing his hands to continue their exploration.

As he gradually worked his way lower, Kurt thrilled at the sense of power he had, feeling Blaine's muscles quiver under his touch and hearing his boyfriend's ragged breaths, punctuated by little moans.  Taking Blaine's cock in his hand, he began slowly pumping up and down.

“Oh my god,” Blaine gasped, “Please don't stop!”

Kurt had no intention of stopping.  He stroked faster, clutching Blaine hard against his chest.  Blaine thrust forward into his hand, his hips stuttering as he came.  Kurt stroked him through his orgasm before gently turning him around and pulling him into an embrace.

Blaine half-collapsed against him, and Kurt staggered a little, supporting his weight.  He kissed frantically at the side of Blaine's face where it was buried against his shoulder.  Blaine took a few more shuddering breaths before tipping his head to return the kisses.

“That was unbelievable,” he breathed.  “Please let me return the favor.”

Kurt smiled.  “Well, since you asked nicely.”

Blaine kept one arm around him, stepping back slightly to give himself room to run his other hand down Kurt's belly to his aching cock.  Kurt had half a second to marvel at how different it felt to have Blaine's hand wrapped around him than his own, before all conscious thought was driven from his head.  

Blaine's grip around his cock was firm and confident.  He gave a few tugs before swiping his thumb over the head, causing Kurt to cry out in pleasure.  Blaine brought their mouths back together, kissing him deeply as he quickened the pace with his hand.  Kurt barely had time to register what was happening before he felt his orgasm overtaking him.  He clung to Blaine as he came.

“Unbelievable,” he agreed.