Kurt sprays all over her

Kurt rolled his eyes as Heather led his dick down the leg of his trunks. It was never about sex, he thought. The pranks, the teasing, the lewdness? That's what the real world was like! Thanks to him, she'd grown a thick skin long before anyone told her that stuff and actually meant–

His teeth clenched. Her soft fingertips were grazing his length, her palm cupping his sensitive cap. Damn, but she had a good touch.

Well. Despite all his lessons, Ashley must've got under her skin, and this time her temper dragged them both into trouble. What if they somehow didn't get into trouble? Why, she actually got rewarded for it! Fuck that!

All I wanted, Kurt fumed, grabbing another hamburger, was to be shown a little more respect than you show your dildo. He tore off the bun and rained mustard onto it. You want to use my dick, Heather? You do it on my–

Her fingers slid around him in a perfect ring. He went crosseyed. He couldn't wait any longer for that juicy goodness.

Heather jumped as a thick gout of mustard splattered on her arm. Kurt leered from around a mouthful of burger. You do it on my schedule.

“You pig ew ew ew!” The offending hand released him, but it didn't leave his trunks. She just wouldn't take the hint, huh?

“Allow me, cousin.” Kurt took Heather by the elbow and cleaned away the mustard with a broad-tongued lick. Softly he whispered, “Now back the hell off.”