Sunday, August 19

By the time the boys made it back to the main camp for lunch, Kurt was ravenous.  His stomach was complaining loudly about the fact that it had received nothing except a single bite of a bagel that morning.  He grabbed an apple and crunched into it as Blaine started making sandwiches.

“Do you need any help?” Kurt asked around a mouthful of apple.

“No, that's okay.  You just sit there and look pretty while I do all the work,” Blaine teased.

Kurt shoved him playfully in the shoulder, causing him to smear mayonnaise across his hand.  

“Hey!” Blaine warned.  “You do not want to get into a food fight with me, mister.  Because A – I will win, and B – Ian and Brad will totally kill us.”

Kurt laughed.  “Okay.  Let me make it up to you.”  

He brought Blaine's hand to his mouth and licked off the mayonnaise.  Blaine's breath hitched, and Kurt was about to lick him again when he heard Chord's voice from the doorway.

“Did somebody say food fight?  Because I want in on that!”

“No!” Kurt said quickly.  “We said we're not going to have a food fight, because Brad and Ian would literally murder us in our sleep if they came back and found the kitchen trashed.  Sorry to burst your bubble, but I want to live.”

Chord laughed.  “Yeah, you're probably right.  We do have to survive one more week here.  But maybe next weekend, right before we leave…”

Kurt turned on Blaine.  “See what you've started?”

“Me?  Who made me smear mayonnaise all over my hand?”

“Um, I think that was just you, being clumsy.”

Blaine paused for a second, glaring at Kurt.  Then he slowly and deliberately stuck his finger in the mayonnaise and swiped it down Kurt's nose.  “Oooops.  Guess I was clumsy again.”

“You did not just do that.”

“Oh yes he did,” Chord said from the doorway.  “Get him!”

“Oh, I'll get him all right.  But I'll wait ‘til there are no witnesses,” Kurt replied darkly.

Blaine paled, and Kurt winked at him.  “I'm too hungry to fight.  Are you almost done with those sandwiches?”

Blaine quickly slapped some turkey, lettuce, and cheese on a sandwich and handed it to Kurt.  “You're a little scary when you haven't eaten.  Did you know that?”

Kurt gave him an enigmatic smile, before taking a bite of the sandwich.  “Well, then it's a good thing that you know how to keep me fed.”

After lunch, the boys headed back to the bunkhouse.  Kurt took Blaine's hand as they walked.  “We didn't get to have our usual Sunday morning cuddle time.  Think I can talk you into Sunday afternoon, instead?”

“I was counting on it.”

Once they reached the bunkhouse, Kurt said, “I did laundry this morning and changed the sheets.  Would you mind if we showered before getting in bed?”

“No problem.  Oh – you did mine, too.  Thanks!”

“You're welcome.  I figured it would do me good to keep busy, instead of sitting around worrying.”

“I'm sorry about that.”

“I know.  It's okay,” Kurt said, giving him a kiss and pulling off his shirt.  “Now go get in the shower, so my freshly washed sheets don't end up smelling like a horse.”

Soon both boys were clean and dry, cuddled up naked on Kurt's bunk.  Kurt rolled onto his back, and Blaine settled on top of him.  Kurt raised his head, bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Suddenly Kurt got a wicked gleam in his eyes.  Wrapping his arms tightly around his boyfriend, he rolled them over, then grabbed Blaine's wrists and pinned them above his head.

“You didn't think I'd forget about the way you smeared mayonnaise down my nose, did you?” he growled.  “It's time to continue that food fight, and you're going to be the food.”

With that, he gave Blaine a sharp little nip on the shoulder.  Blaine let out a faint noise of protest, but Kurt could tell he didn't mean it by the way his pupils had dilated and his cock had instantly hardened between them.  

Gripping his boyfriend's wrists more tightly, Kurt nipped his way up the side of Blaine's neck.  Blaine squirmed beneath him, rubbing their cocks together.  Kurt ground his hips down, sucking Blaine's lower lip into his mouth, and causing his boyfriend to moan and thrust up against him.  

Releasing Blaine's lip, Kurt nibbled his way down the other side of his boyfriend's neck to his collarbone.  Looking up through his eyelashes, Kurt asked, “Is it okay if I give you a hickey?”

Blaine's next moan sounded like assent, so Kurt went to work, sucking a mark into his boyfriend's skin.  Pulling back to admire his handiwork, Kurt smiled down at Blaine before lowering his head to lick over the dark patch he'd created.  

Blaine struggled to free his wrists, but Kurt held fast.  “Kiss me,” Blaine panted out.

Kurt brought their lips together, kissing Blaine deep and slow.  He began rocking his hips in a steady rhythm, sliding their cocks together, until he felt his boyfriend come apart beneath him.  That was all it took to push Kurt over the edge as well.

Finally releasing Blaine's wrists, Kurt brought his hands to his boyfriend's face as he dipped down to kiss him.  Raising himself back up, he asked teasingly, “See what happens when you challenge me to a food fight?”

Blaine grinned back up at him.  “I told you I'd win.”