"Blaine.... Have you never thought to tell me before how good your massages are? Kurt breathed. He was face down on Blaine's bed, stripped down to his underwear, and his body basically felt like it was floating. Blaine had disappeared off while Kurt had been undressing and had arrived back with a 'secret ingredient' - massage oil which had a gorgeous masculine scent, the smell of which so far Kurt had been unable to place. Blaine's hands cut through the tension Kurt didn't know he had in his back and shoulders in gentle, but firm movements, leaving him relaxed and sated, but definitely not sleepy, just comfortable. Every few minutes Kurt would hear the cap of the massage oil pop open as Blaine applied a little more to a new area, and Kurt could feel his body thrumming in anticipation of where Blaine's hands were going to take him to heaven next.

Blaine seemed to breathing in time with Kurt, as if he had completely tuned in with Kurt's body. "I don't like to reveal all my cards at once," Blaine said gently, still keeping his breathing pattern in time with Kurt's. " I didn't want you dating me just for my massages." Kurt felt the soft denim of Blaine's jeans rub on his thigh as he leant further over Kurt to reach a forgotten area of skin, from where he knelt at the side of him, and somehow the breathing and the rhythmic brush of denim kept Kurt feeling grounded and safe. "You have a beautiful body Kurt," Blaine soothed quietly as his hands circled the planes of his back, still pressing firmly, but at the same time as light as a feather. Kurt wasn't sure how that could be. Perhaps it was something to do with the heady scent which was surrounding him..... He definitely wasn't tired though - and even as his eyelids drifted closed, he definitely wasn't tired...

He'd only dozed for a few minutes he could tell, even though he could have sworn he wasn't tired. He blinked himself awake to a new feeling - his toes, the arches under his feet, who knew foot massage could feel so good? His ticklish feet survived under Blaine's warm steady hands, and the probing and rubbing didn't miss a beat as it moved beyond his feet to his calves. "Hi there," Blaine said softly, "welcome back."

Kurt breathed out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. "Your hands are magic," Kurt sighed, spreading his legs a little as Blaine's hands moved to the inside of his calves. "You are magic." He was almost delirious in his soft limbed state. He twisted his head to look round at Blaine, still fully clothed, bent low on his knees. Blaine smiled up at him, running both thumbs across the back of Kurt's knees. Kurt's toes curled into the mattress.

"Do ...Do your massages cover everywhere ?" Kurt's voice came out as a rasp, like he'd forgotten how to speak. "On me...oh ....Oh!" Blaine's fingers swooped up his thighs, dipping just inside the legs of his boxer briefs to the curve of his buttocks before running back down again.

"Oh you know," Blaine began nonchalantly, keeping his hands moving along the same route as before, "my brother... he usually likes neck and shoulders. Most people neck and shoulders. That's where most people are knotted up when they're stressed." Blaine took a few steady breaths. "I may just have a special 'Kurt Hummel' version of my massage, which is not officially all massage as such..."

"Well... if there's a massage specially for me...." Kurt sighed. Blaine flopped down on the bed next to Kurt, keeping one hand round his waist. He pressed a few gentle kisses to Kurt's lips and as Kurt began to respond, their kissing grew breathy and deeper. "You always seem to know how to make me feel better..."

"It's my job....as your boyfriend." Blaine moved back to where he'd been before, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Kurt's underwear as he spoke.

"Lucky you," Kurt sighed, an edge of bitterness in his voice as he lifted his hips for Blaine to peel his underwear down and off. "Your job shouldn't have to be picking up the pieces every time."

"O..k..ay. That's perhaps not what I meant." Blaine began massaging the beautiful ass cheeks in front of him, sighing as he did so. "All I want to do is make you feel good. Show you how much I love you. It's not a job or a chore, it's what I want and it's definitely not just when you're feeling down or insecure. It's always, all the time."

"You love me?" Kurt whispered, peering round to look at Blaine.

"I do." Blaine kissed one of Kurt's ass cheeks, causing Kurt to clench his buttocks in surprise. "Very much."

"I love you too," Kurt grinned, reaching for Blaine's arm to pull him back down for a much needed kiss.

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Kurt didn't have much time to think too deeply about it, but he was amazed how one minute he'd felt too relaxed and sated to move and the next minute he was up on his hands and knees, Blaine's tongue eagerly circling his hole, licking inside teasingly every now and again. Whereas Blaine's massage had been relaxing this was completely the opposite, in a good way - every muscle taut and thrumming. They'd hardly got started and already he was wondering how long he was going to last as his cock dripped unceremoniously as he rocked against Blaine's tongue. He heard Blaine hum in amusement at the many different ways Kurt seemed to be saying his name - in varying degrees of desperation, at varying volumes, depending on the intensity of Blaine's teasing.

Then the teasing stopped, the lube was snapped open and three fingers in, Kurt was reeling out of control. His shaking legs were spread wide, still on his knees although his arms had given out some time ago. He panted his way through each time Blaine hit his prostate. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine," between short sharp breaths, "pleeease Blaine."

"Just fingers?" Blaine asked, rubbing a soothing hand over the small of Kurt's back. He was desperately hard himself and still fully dressed - but he could wait. This was all about Kurt and he desired nothing more than to make him feel good.

"Nnngh," was about the nearest Kurt could get to answering Blaine coherently. He thrust himself down on Blaine's fingers hoping he would get the message. Much as he wanted Blaine inside him, there was no way he could last that long. Even if Blaine stopped what he was doing right now, Kurt could probably just come from thinking about Blaine pounding his gorgeous cock into him.

"Baby?" Blaine asked gently, sensing Kurt was close. "I hope you're going to be up for round two shortly... only I'm so hard for you. So hard." He reached round and grasped Kurt's dripping cock, fisting him up and down in time with his fingers thrusting in and out.

Oh yes. ... Blaine was hard forhim. Kurt grasped the pillow so tightly his knuckles turned white, crying out Blaine's name as he came, spurting over Blaine's hand and the sheets below him. Ignoring the mess, Blaine lay down next to Kurt, pulling him close and holding him until he came back round, all the while placing small kisses in his hair and gently stroking up and down his arm.

"Hey!" Kurt said suddenly, his head shooting up off the bed. "You.... You've still got all your clothes on!" It had taken him a few minutes to realise that Blaine's erection pressing against his hip was indeed still tucked inside his jeans.

Blaine chuckled. "Good observational skills Mr Hummel.. oh." He hisses slightly as Kurt deftly pops his button and pulls down his zip in a swift one handed movement, reaching inside his briefs to stroke his aching cock. The relief of being released from the confines of his clothing should make him feel better, but with Kurt's hand attending to him he felt twice as desperate.

"What would you like?" Kurt growled quietly close to Blaine's ear, squeezing his cock firmly.

"Huh.. shower," Blaine gasped, as Kurt rolled his balls through his underwear. "I... I love it when you blow me in the shower..."

"Oooh. Kinky," Kurt smiled, jerking his hand up and down over Blaine's erection several times. "We can do shower. Oh we can definitely do shower."

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"So.." Kurt announced, "Thanksgiving."

Blaine looked up at Kurt. "Thanksgiving? I mean I obviously know what Thanksgiving is... " They were sitting at their usual evening table at Kurt's shop having just finished eating dinner.

"It's only a couple of weeks away. I was wondering if you have any plans?"

Blaine had been dreading this coming up. He knew he should have said something to Kurt before now, and he honestly had tried, but the time had never been quite right. "Are you going back to Ohio?"

Kurt nodded. "Probably - haven't booked the flight yet or anything... but do you want to come with me?"

Blaine couldn't even look at Kurt. "I can't. I'm sorry."

"Oh okay. Are you going to stay with your brother.. or your parents?" Although they hadn't discussed it in great detail, Kurt knew Blaine's relationship with his parents wasn't particularly good, and he'd be surprised if Blaine was going back to stay with them.

"I'm staying here in New York." Blaine prepared himself for the backlash which was to follow.

"New York. Oh."

"We've got the college production just after Thanksgiving, and everyone has to stay and rehearse, practice you know." Blaine swallowed. "We're so far behind.. a lockdown has been declared. Nobody who's involved is allowed to go home."

"Right." Kurt knew what this meant. Blaine would be spending full days running through the production in college... full days with Sebastian trying to get into Blaine's pants. Kurt would be nowhere in sight. Sebastian would relish the opportunity to charm the pants off his beautiful boyfriend. "When did they decide this?"

Blaine wasn't going to add lying to his list of failures. He boldly looked Kurt in the eye, a little scared at the look his was getting back. "A couple of weeks ago....I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for Blaine?" Kurt's defences were up. "I know we hadn't spoken about it or anything, but I kind of imagined I might be able to spend Thanksgiving with my boyfriend - Or if they weren't free maybe my boyfriend might have told me what his plans were..."

"I wanted to tell you..."

"Sure you did Blaine." Kurt's eyes were like steel. "I could see you were desperate to tell me..."

Blaine had never felt more like crying in his life. "I knew you'd be upset.. but you have to trust me. I can't help that Seb is in the college production."

Kurt scraped his chair back loudly, grabbing his plate and cup to take through to the kitchen. "I want to trust you, but if you didn't feel like you could tell me about it, I can't help but question why..."

Blaine got up following Kurt. "No Kurt.. you're wrong. I was scared... scared of what you'd say. I didn't know how to tell you.."

Kurt leant against the kitchen counter, his back to Blaine, refusing to turn round and look at him. "It's so good to know you're scared of me..."

"Of course I'm not scared ofyou. I just knew how it'd be if I told you. This is my career Kurt. I can't drop out. I'm doing half the music, I'm performing in it..." Blaine raised his voice in frustration.

"Blaine." Kurt said firmly. "The only thing I'm hurt about is the fact that you didn't feel like you could tell me." He took a big breath. "I'm not sure that's a basis for a good relationship."

Blaine couldn't help the tears that welled up in his eyes. His stomach churned.. he knew what was coming and he didn't know what to do.

Kurt still refused to turn round. Blaine desperately wanted to go to him but knew he wouldn't be welcomed. "I think you should leave.." Kurt said coldly.

"Kurt..." Blaine sobbed.

"Go Blaine. Please just go.."

Blaine grabbed up his bag and jacket, tears free falling down his face.

As soon as Kurt heard the door close he let a loud sob escape his mouth as he slumped down on to the floor.

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