I was sitting in my dorm room, listening to my iPod when I heard someone knock on the door. I looked up from Vogue and called, "Come in!" I saw that the person outside the door was Kurt. "Hey, you," I said to him.
"Hey," Kurt replied, giggling.
"What's up?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Oh, nothing. I just finished my homework and decided to come see you," Kurt said.
"Come and see me, then," I said, opening up my arms to him.
"With pleasure," Kurt said as he walked over and sat down gracefully in my lap. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug.
"So, what are we going to do today?" Kurt asked as he turned slightly to look at me. I shrugged.
"I don't know," I said. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, I could do a lot of different things," he said with a seductive smile on his face.
"Oh, really now? What kinds of things?" I asked.
"Well I could do this..." Kurt said, before placing an open-mouth kiss to my neck.
I tilted me head back while he kissed down to my shoulder. Then he suddenly jumped off of me.
"Or we could go bake a cake!" he said excitedly. I raised an eyebrow at him as he took my hand and pulled me out of the room.
Kurt led me downstairs and stopped at the large double doors leading to the kitchen. He unlocked the doors and pulled me into the room my tie.
"How'd you get a key?" I asked quizzically, and nearly tripped over my own feet as he yanked me through the doorway.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I have connections..." Kurt trailed off as he went to work looking for the ingredients
"I'm not sure I want to know," I said, watching him. He flounced out of the pantry shaking his hips in a way that made me go weak at the knees. I didn't notice he was carrying a bag of flour until he scooped some into his hand and blew it at me, laughing. I tried to cover my face, but was too late. White powder was everywhere.
"Kurt!" I yelled. "What was that for?"
"You looked all flushed from kissing earlier," the slender boy said, shrugging. I went to the cabinet and took out the cocoa powder.
"Well, since you can't get any paler..." I threw some of it into his face.
"You did not just do that," he said, glaring at me. Then, he took the whole bag of flour and poured it over my head. I stood there in shock for a moment, blinking.
"How are we going to make a cake now?" I asked.
"There is another bag of flour, darling," Kurt said, smiling sweetly as he walked back into the pantry.
While he was preoccupied, I opened the fridge and pulled out the can of whipped cream. I hid behind the door, and when he came out I sprayed it into a nice, big mountain on top of his hair. When he stood there with his mouth agape, I squirted more in between his lips.
"Oh that's it... THIS MEANS WAR," he said, grabbing a small tub of vanilla yogurt and ducking behind the kitchen island.
I pulled out some orange juice, leaned over the counter, and cornered the hiding boy, threatening him with the jug. He could not escape me.
"No!" he yelled, cowering beneath me. Nonetheless, he grabbed a hand full of yogurt and it hit me full force in the face. I licked my lips and dumped the juice all over his blazer.
"You're paying for dry cleaning!" Kurt screeched, trying to move away from the corner he was now backed up into. I set the orange juice on the counter and grabbed some frosting out of a cabinet. I tackled Kurt to the ground and pinned him beneath me.
"Don't you dare!" he said, knowing what I was about to do. I still took the icing and rubbed it throughout his hair, making sure to get behind his ears. Then I smeared it on his face for good measure, smiling the whole time. I took his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head, leaning in close.
"I think I win," I whispered into his ear. Then I kissed him, licking the whipped cream still left on his lips. He started to kiss me back, but then pushed on my chest, glaring at me as I pulled away a little.
"Don't take advantage of me in my weakened state," he growled.
"I wouldn't say you're weakened necessarily," I said to him. "Just yummy-looking."
"Well when am I not?" he asked jokingly. I leaned down and kissed the small boy underneath me, but suddenly felt a cold substance on the back of my head. Kurt had managed to grab the tub of yogurt, and coat my hair in the dairy product. My lips froze against his as the substance oozed down the sides of my face and over my ears.
"This is quite the cake we've prepared," I said with a laugh.
"Yes, we are just so creative," Kurt said. He started struggling slightly against my grip, but I held him firmly to the ground. He resisted more.
"Blaine, let me," he whined.
"Let you what?" I asked.
"Let me get up, off this filthy floor."
"But I like you being held underneath me against your will, unable to do anything about it," I whined.
"Please? I have to go to the bathroom, Blaine."
I looked at him skeptically for a moment, then stood up, pulling him with me.
"HAHA! SUCKER!" he screamed, running to the other side of the room.
"Damn you!" I yelled, scooping up the yogurt from the ground and flinging a fist full at Kurt, hitting him square in the chest. I ran over to dump the jar of sugar onto his head. He ran to the sink and grabbed the hose.
"Don't come any closer, or you'll get drenched from head to toe," he warned.
Instead of moving closer, I moved away to the refrigerator. I took out a bottle of chocolate syrup and popped the lid open, pointing it towards him. I squeezed with all the strength I had, and the sauce flew all the way over to Kurt, covering his face and torso.
"Oh no," I said. "Now your face is all dirty. How are we supposed to fix that?"
"Hmm, I've got an idea," Kurt said. But before I could walk all the way over to where he was standing, he had already licked his lips clean. Then, the small countertenor turned the faucet on.
"No way," I said, taking a step back. "I'm backing away now." I put down the chocolate syrup and held up my hands to show I wasn't armed.
"Put it on the floor," he said. He put the sink hose down and and walked towards the bottle of liquid chocolate. "It dosn't seem explosive..." he said, touching the bottle. "And it's milk chocolate! Milk chocolate's my favorite!"
"Mine too..." I said, a little worried for my life.
"Oh thank you, Blaine!" he said, picking up the bottle of chocolate syrup and hugging to to his chest.
"You're welcome?" I said. I was still wondering when he was going to open fire. I hesitantly took a step towards him. He dropped the bottle and ran back to the sink, grabbing the hose.
"I said one more step!" he screamed, letting the water squirt out and soak my shirt and pants.
"I'm sorry!" I scurried backwards, slipping on God knows what and falling on my ass.
He ceased fire and walked over to were I was still sitting on the ground. I looked up at him worriedly.
"Don't hurt me!" I begged, falling into a fetal position. I didn't hear him say anything for a while, but when I looked up he was standing there unarmed. I unraveled my arms and legs and stood up. We looked at each other until Kurt doubled over in a fit of laughter.
I burst into contagious laughter as well and fell over again. More of the yogurt getting into my hair. Kurt maneuvered himself, so that he was sitting in my lap, among all of the cooking ingredients. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his waist and he leaned back into me.
"Well, that was fun," I said, smiling at him. "Not really what I thought when you said 'bake a cake,' but it works." I licked some of the chocolate sauce off of Kurt's jaw, and he tilted his head to the side to allow more access to his neck.
I took the invitation eagerly, sliding my tongue down his throat and back up again. I smiled at him.
"I wasn't kidding when I said milk chocolate was my favorite," I said to the little countertenor.
I started to nibble on Kurt's ear, but heard, "What the hell?"
Our heads snapped up as we looked towards the doorway where our house prefect, Joey, was standing. He looked from us, to the mess all over the room, and back to us.
"Wow, I come in to make a sandwich and find two boys licking each other among a huge mess. Just clean up when you're...erm...finished," he said, shaking his head and leaving the room.
When Joey was out of earshot, the two of us started laughing again.
"But now we have to clean up..." Kurt said.
"Yes, we do. But it can be fun," I replied.
"How so?" he asked me.
"Oh, I can think of a few things..."
I stood up, pulling Kurt along with me. He crushed his lips to mine, and I lifted him up, sitting him on the kitchen island. This way, I was perfectly level with the neck that was still partially coated in chocolate sauce and sugar. I licked and sucked most of the chocolate syrup off of him, sucking on a particular patch of skin long enough that he'll probably have a hickey tomorrow.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my torso. My hands moved down from his waist to rub his thighs slowly. I tore my lips away from his for a moment.
"Maybe we should close the door," I suggested.
"Well it wouldn't do much, since we still have to clean up," he said, jumping off the counter and almost slipping on the massive amounts of food.
After we spent the hour that was necessary to clean the kitchen, Kurt appraised himself and his attire.
"I really need a shower," he laughed. I smiled seductively at him and gripped his waist, pulling him close.
"I could help with that," I whispered in his ear. Kurt's face flushed at the though, but nonetheless he agreed.
"That's not such a bad idea," he said, smiling a little. He grabbed my hand and jogged out of the kitchen.
Other boys gave us weird looks when we passed them in the halls, but we ignored them, running straight to Kurt's room, which was closer than mine. Kurt's roommate was also on vacation with his family, so that was a plus.
I attached my lips to Kurt's as we stumbled into the bathroom. He started undoing the buttons on my shirt until it was hanging open. He pushed the fabric off my shoulders and took a step back to look at the newly exposed skin.
I pushed him back until he was pressed up against the closed door, kissing him again and hating any distance between us as I yanked his blazer off and loosened his tie, throwing it across the room.
Not breaking the contact between our lips, he undid my belt and removed it from around my waist. I unbuttoned his shirt alarmingly fast, and soon it was forgotten on the ground with our other clothes. Soon enough all of our clothes were on the ground, forgotten, and we were under the flow of the water
The water was hot, but Kurt was more so. I was starting to think that maybe milk chocolate wasn't my favorite flavor. Maybe it was 'Kurt.'