Kurt leaned in and kissed him, “Well we don’t have to worry about any lurking here so no excuse for rushing through dinner or anything else. No one expects us anywhere tonight or until late tomorrow. We can just relax and enjoy each others company.”

They talked about friends and family, laughed, ate, and when they had eaten all they could Kurt got up to clear their plates, “There’s dessert, if you want.”

“Will it keep until later? I’m stuffed. Thank you so much for that again B.B., you’re a magician in the kitchen.”

“It will keep. You got get comfy on the sofa, I’ll be in in a second.”

Kurt cleaned the kitchen quickly; putting things away so they wouldn’t spoil then went to the living room. “I rented “When Harry Met Sally, since it’s sort of our movie. You want to watch?”

Blaine beamed at him. “That’s perfect. Come sit with me.”

Snuggled into each other they watched the movie, each reciting their favorite lines, stopping to share meaningful glances, kissing, chatting about the outfits, the hairstyles, or what they’d do differently, and just luxuriating in the fact that they had hours and hours on end to just be alone, together. By the time the movie was over they felt way less full and much more cozy.

Kurt slid off the couch to the floor.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“Game time.”

“Game time? On the floor?”

Kurt just smiled and reached under the couch, pulling out a checker board.

Blaine joined him but was clearly puzzled. “You want to play checkers.”

“Special rules.”

“Okay…”

“Strip checkers. Every time you lose a piece, you lose clothes.”

Blaine’s eyes darkened immediately, but still he teased, “You never heard of poker?”

“Poker takes too much concentration, this gets us naked quicker.”

“We could just get naked.” Blaine offered.

“We could.” Kurt acted like this was a reasonable solution worth exploring.

“This is more fun though.” Blaine began setting up the board.

“Agreed. Especially when I’m sitting here fully clothed and you’re begging to hang on to your bow tie.”

“And matching socks.”

“I’m not leaving you with the socks.”

“Then I’m not lending you the bow tie when it’s all you have left.”

Blaine took an early lead. After losing a skirmish about whether taking a pin off of his sweater amounted to losing a part of his “ensemble” Kurt lost his sweater vest, boots, socks and belt pretty quickly.

Kurt came back but swallowed hard as Blaine stripped off his sweater, dock shoes and yes, the bow tie. For some reason watching the bow tie come undone had a profound effect on Kurt’s ability to concentrate and soon he was without a shirt.

“You’d have better luck if you spent more time watching the board.” Blaine coached.

“It’s not my fault you have a very sexy throat.” Kurt purred.

“Nice try, I’m keeping my eye on the prize.” Blaine flicked his eyes briefly to Kurt’s pants and went back to studying the situation of the game.

“I’m calling a time out.” Kurt sat back.

“There are no time outs in checkers Hummel.”

“I told you, special rules.”

“Fine. Time out. Now what?”

Kurt crawled around the board and placed his hands on either side of Blaine, leaning against the sofa and began to suck rough kisses at his Adam’s apple and down the collar of his shirt. Blaine laughed and pushed Kurt back, “Uh-uh, you want lower you gotta earn it Beautiful Boy, however, since you’ve called this little time out, and I’ve earned a lot more skin…”

Blaine made to nip at Kurt’s shoulder but he scuttled away back to his side of the board. “Oh no, only the person who calls the time out can use their mouth.”

Blaine groaned, “Special rules. Fine, I call a time out.”

“Sorry, only one time out per play.”

Blaine moved his piece without looking away from Kurt. “I moved, time out.”

He stood and took one step over the board, lowering himself between Kurt’s outspread legs. He took Kurt’s face in his hand and kissed him tenderly while allowing his fingers of his free hand to play feather light patterns up Kurt’s spine. When they broke apart both were slightly breathless. Blaine made to move back to his spot but Kurt growled, “Don’t bother.” and knocked his piece another space, directly into Blaine’s trap. “Time out.”

He slipped his fingers into Blaine’s hair and licked gingerly at the shell of his ear. “Go.”

Blaine skipped Kurt’s most recent move and reached for his jeans, “Off.”

“Okay, okay, they’re going. Hang on, they’re really tight.”

“I noticed.”

Kurt managed his way out of his jeans then turned to the board before Blaine could call another time out. He didn’t mind being behind but this was ridiculous. As he studied the board he could feel Blaine’s breath hot on his shoulder. “Back up there pal, you should have called a time out.”

“I was distracted by those black boxer briefs. Screw this, come here.” He reached for Kurt’s hips but his hands were batted away.

“You’re cheating. Stop.”

Blaine huffed but sat back and let Kurt examine his options. They were severely limited but he moved as best he could then let Blaine to the board without calling his time out.

Blaine made a stupid move, called his time out and kissed Kurt’s chest while allowing his hands to caress his thighs, his fingers edging closer to the bottom of his briefs, but Kurt pushed them back sighting the terms of fair play.

Kurt took his next move, jumping Blaine’s stupid one and called his time out before Blaine’s buttons were completely undone. He pulled the shirt from Blaine’s shoulders and kissed them, murmuring into his skin, “You got a tan today; it’s like someone dripped honey all over you.”

“Please Kurt, no more game.” Blaine begged, groaning at Kurt’s touch.

“Do you concede?” spoken into a kiss.

“I was winning.”

“Then we play.”

“Fine, I concede.” Blaine’s voice was thick with lust.

Kurt’s eyes sparkled, he pushed Blaine back to the floor, pinning his arms over his head. “Say Kurt is the King.”

“Fat chance. The King still has his pants.” Blaine rolled them over, pinning Kurt beneath him.

“Which he’s about to come in.” Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine’s thighs.

“That right? New game, we’ll see who comes first.”

“You’re going down Blaine Warbler.” Kurt struggled to regain dominance.

“That’s only the beginning of my strategy.”