Jan. 27, 2013, 1:49 p.m.
The Great Escape : Chapter 3
T - Words: 872 - Last Updated: Jan 27, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 3/? - Created: Jan 14, 2013 - Updated: Jan 27, 2013 200 0 1 0 0
By the time they arrived at a place that Kurt deemed safe enough for rest, the sun was rising. The surrounding scenery was a sight to behold - a river ran before them, deep, but with a light current. Kurt dismounted his horse, landed softly and began untacking his and Blaine’s steeds. He knew Blaine was in no condition to help care for the animals.
Blaine, physically and emotionally exhausted, flung himself to the ground. He burrowed his face into the grass and was asleep before he knew it. Visions of his family littered his dreams, making tears stream down his cheeks even in sleep.
When he finally awoke, he opened his eyes slowly and glanced around. The horses were nowhere to be seen. Judging by the ache in his back and legs, he realized he must have been asleep for a quite a few hours. Regis was pressed against his side, and Blaine ran his fingers through the wolf’s hair. He sat up carefully, stretching and yawning.
After glancing around a bit more, he spotted him. Kurt was submerged in the crystal clear water of the lake, facing Blaine. When he rose up from the surface, he was running his fingers through his hair, no doubt scrubbing the night’s travel away. His clothes were a few feet away, sitting on a rock, drying in the midday sun.
Blaine gulped hard at the implication of the clothes’ distance from Kurt himself, and felt his cheeks flush. He was unable to look away though, captivated by the sight of Kurt’s lean, pale body before him.
After pulling his head out of the water, Kurt rubbed his eyes and finally caught sight of Blaine’s stirring body. He felt a blush coming on as well, and smiled awkwardly down at the water. Of course Blaine woke up. Of course the clothes hadn’t dried yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine smile and couldn’t hold back the small laugh that peeped out.
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Inside the castle of Boden, a grizzly, brute-looking man sat upon the royal throne. His brow was furrowed and his eyes distant, deep in thought.
Across the room lay a smaller man, fresh wounds from beatings covering his body, and chains binded him to the spot.
“We’ll have your brother soon, you know,” the larger man whispered.
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He hadn’t the slightest idea how it happened, but Blaine somehow ended up in the river as well, his clothes strewn across the rocks on the wayside. Trying to remember how he’d gotten there, Blaine must have decided, after they were finished laughing, that now was as good a time as any to bathe. All he knew for sure was that Kurt was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t believe that this man with smooth, pale skin covering lean, defined muscles was the most feared assassin in the region.
Kurt had always known he was attracted to men, so the fact that his naked self was merely inches away from Blaine’s uncovered body was a bit hard to handle. He watched Blaine playfully splash the water towards him and dive around the river, always swimming back to Kurt, and he felt himself grin.
Blaine was feeling weightless and carefree, as one often does when their life’s purpose has suddenly vanished. He imagined he was a fish, twirling through the water then throwing himself up above the surface. After rising up out of the water, he threw himself down onto Kurt’s back, pulling them both under and tangling their bodies together.
When they resurfaced, Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes, glancing back and forth between the two. Kurt stared back, emotionless. One moment they were standing there unmoving. The next, Blaine had pushed Kurt against the riverbank and was pressing his lips on the taller man’s.
Kurt closed his eyes tightly and returned the kiss. He pulled back, avoiding Blaine’s gaze, and insisted that they really ought to get some food, then turned away to pull himself up to the riverbank. Blaine, speechless, swiftly dunked himself back under the comfortably cool water.
Kurt couldn’t believe what he’d just let happen. He must be delirious from lack of sleep. He climbed out of the water and awkwardly made his way over to his clothes. Ignoring the water dripping from his skin, he dressed quickly and called for Serio. Regis sat up and looked into Kurt’s eyes. “Keep an eye on Blaine,” Kurt whispered to the wolf so the other man wouldn’t hear, wondering if the beast understood. Kurt knew that, though most were unaware, white wolves were the wisest animals in the region. He was mounted and armed within seconds, riding off into the woods in search of food.
Blaine pulled himself out of the river. Without the comfort of the water’s weightlessness, the burden of his problems came rushing back onto his shoulders. Exhausted yet again, he pulled his pants on and went over to Regis, hoping to give and receive some comfort from his brother’s pet.