Kurt staggered into the apartment, dropping his gym bag and slumping onto the sofa. "I think I'm dead." He moaned, listing over onto his side. 

Chuckling, Blaine sat down beside him and looped his arms over him in a loose hug. "What did they have you doing today?"

Groaning, Kurt shut his eyes tight. "After a killer session in the gym, where not one by TWO guys ended up vomiting from the intensity, we did sword and spear practice. My arms feel like they are going to fall off."

Passing him a huge glass of ice water with slices of lemon in it, Blaine kissed his cheek and got up. "Drink that. Everything I've researched said you'll feel best if you stay hydrated. I'll run you a hot bath."

"You are a saint." Kurt managed a small smile, shifting to set his heavy legs onto the ottoman.

He was almost asleep when Blaine got back, and didn't resist when he pulled him up to help him into the bathroom. Didn't resist when Blaine stripped him and helped him into the tub. The hot water was the perfect temperature.

Blaine stepped into the bath, settling behind him. "Lie back against me. I'll wash your hair."

Sighing, Kurt relaxed back, moaning when Blaine's strong fingers worked into his scalp with firm circles. There were advantages to being in a relationship with a musician.

The bubble bath had a refreshing woodsy smell and the candles flickered in the darkened room. There was even mellow music playing, and Kurt felt himself unwinding, the tension inside him melting away.

Blaine rinsed his hair, finger combing through it. "Your hair is getting so long."

"Yeah, it feels weird to have it like this." Kurt admitted. "The hair and make-up people asked all the Spartans to stop shaving and cutting their hair. A couple weeks before opening, they are going to work with what we have by then."

Picking up the sponge, Blaine lathered it up. He ran it over Kurt's chest. Already, he could see the weeks of the diet and intense workouts were having an effect. The muscles he had for years were showing more as he lost fat and gained muscle. His pecs and arms were larger, his stomach flatter.

When they were both washed, they relaxed in the bath until the water started to cool. After drying off, Blaine led Kurt into the bedroom, lying him on the bed and snuggling against his side.

Kurt chuckled when Blaine kissed his neck and ran his hand over his chest. "Mmmm that feels good, but I don't think I have the energy for sex." After being together so long, he knew how Blaine initiated things.

The kisses moved to the spot on his neck that always had Kurt responding, as Blaine's hand slid further down. "It seems like not every part of you is that tired."

Groaning, Kurt arched his hip upwards into Blaine's touch, but dropped back into the bed. "Ugh. I can't believe how much I ache right now. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm just not up for it tonight."

"How about you just lie there and I do all the work? Use you as my fuck toy for the night?" Blaine's eyes were darker with arousal as he kissed along Kurt's whisker-rough jaw.

The words had Kurt nodding in agreement, turned on by his partner's eagerness, watching avidly as Blaine prepped himself.

Having Blaine straddle him, easing down slowly, was a very erotic sight. Kurt cupped his hips with his hands, his eyes closing halfway as he watched his beautiful man ride him slowly, taking his pleasure.

They hadn't had sex as much since Kurt had started training for the role. His days were full of rehearsals and intense gym sessions. He got home exhausted, rarely doing much but showering and sleeping.

"You feel amazing..." Kurt groaned, as Blaine moved faster, closing his eyes and shifting his hips to hit the best spot with each stroke.

Blaine was in great shape, riding Kurt harder and faster, his dark eyes locking on Kurt's. Knowing he was getting close, Kurt wrapped a lubed fist around Blaine. It sent him into a fast pace that soon had them both shuddering in pleasure.

Hugging Blaine close, Kurt panted into his neck. "So good, baby. So fucking hot."

It was a few minutes before Blaine sat up again. He gave Kurt a soft kiss, and went to the washroom to clean up. Coming back, he had a warm washcloth for Kurt.

He handed Kurt another glass of water. "Keep hydrated, Kurt." With a quick kiss, he went back into the living room.

It wasn't that late, but Kurt felt himself getting drowsy as he finished off the water. As he snuggled into the pillow, he wished Blaine was with him, but it was too early for him to go to bed. He had some deadlines he was working on.

Even though he was busy, Kurt loved how he had taken such good care of him since he got the role. Packing him huge lunches full of food on his diet plan, never complaining about Kurt's crazy schedule, and always encouraging him to go to bed early to get the rest he needed.

Tonight had been incredible, and Kurt fell asleep, thinking about how lucky he was to have Blaine in his life.

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-A/N: This is a fairly schmoopy fic...