I’m absolutely fantastic. And far too long, Mr. Anderson-Hummel. How are you?
That’s great to hear! Yes, we need to get together soon. That’s what this reunion is for after all. I’m amazing, thanks.
ralphchristian-andersonhummelYeah! There’s a Glee club reunion and we both wanted you meet all of our great friends from HS and be able to see them all again. Lima isn’t as horrible as we’ve made it out to be, if that’s what you’re worrying about.
ralphchristian-andersonhummel:
I don’t know how or when, but they found out my secret. They called me and told me they were disappointed and if I ever show up to them, they will beat me up.
Oh Ralph. If that’s how they acted then they weren’t good to have around anyway. If they ever threaten you again or harass you then you come straight to your dad or I, got it? We’ll handle it.
Blainey!
How are you, Mrs. Pierce-Motta? Its been too long.
“Well then… Allow me to make you feel better without you touching a finger.” Kurt kissed him once and pushed him gently down on the bed and bent his legs. He smirked up at his husband, praying that the kids were asleep so they wouldn’t walk in on their dads like this. Kurt leaned down and kissed him hard on the lips, as he snaked his hand down to his crotch and pulled down his pajamas pants and then his boxers. Kurt palmed his cock and started carefully rubbing, before he deepened the kiss and got a hold on his cock as he started stroking.
“I can do that.” Kurt said with a smirk, still holding his husband close. “But you need to sleep soon, baby.” He turned on the TV and it started on an episode of Hoarders. “Ooh! You know I love Hoarders. Is that okay to watch?” He smiled and ran his hand up and down Blaine’s side, sighing contently. “Do you need anything before you doze off? Another glass of warm milk.. Maybe a handjob? Since a BJ is out of the question, even though your fabulous cock isn’t infested with germs. Let me know.” Kurt shrugged it off like it was nothing. Over the years, the two of them had experimented a lot in the sex department and it had made Kurt more open to it and now he could talk about as much as he wanted.
“Kuuurrt,” Blaine near whined- not an easy feat for most adults to accomplish but Blaine wasn’t most adults after all- and turned back to face his husband. He frowned, stopping Kurt’s hand in his track down Blaine’s side. “You can’t tell me I need sleep and say stuff like that. It’s teasing.” Blaine remembered a time when Kurt saying any of that would have mortally embarrassed the taller boy. Thirteen years of marriage, and plenty of time in the bedroom, seemed to gradually pull Kurt out of his shy nature and Blaine found himself consistently tormented by the little, teasing things Kurt would toss out as if they were having a normal conversation. “I’m sick,” He pouted, resting his hand on Kurt’s hip and squeezing gently, “It isn’t fair to make me want to fuck you when it hurts to move.” He muttered, leaning down to capture Kurt’s lips once more.
Are you all better, baby?
I’m feeling a lot better than I was yesterday, even if it isn’t all gone. Thanks to your magic touch of course.
