It was just a day. As with most teenagers free of school, they weren't entirely sure what day of the week it was, but that hardly mattered. What mattered was the late morning sun trickling through the partially-drawn blinds and the luxury of an empty house and the whir of the central air conditioning and the beating of their hearts.

Their bodies were strewn carelessly across the haphazardly-made bed, limbs tangled slightly. They stared up at the eggshell ceiling as though it were a star-spangled night sky, reminiscing aimlessly about a perfect year. Occasionally, one of their heads would whip to face the other in the excitement of remembering some scene, or one or both of their backs would bow of the bed in hysterical laughter, or a hand would reach out to shove a shoulder playfully, or a pair of eyes would sneak a glance at a face or a body or an unintentionally revealed strip of skin. The air was light. Carefree. Fun.

Eventually, after a thousand jokes and a thousand stories and a thousand remember-whens were shared, they fell silent, breathing in the airy scents of the cool breeze from the cracked window and the light cologne each was wearing and the sun and the summer. The hands between them fell together as naturally as puzzle pieces. They lay breathing until one of them rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his unoccupied hand. "You're beautiful."

The other boy wrinkled his nose and laughed brightly. "Well thank you. You're not so bad yourself, hot stuff."

"So, I was thinking..." Blaine smiled coyly from beneath his lashes. "...since you're so beautiful, I should like to kiss you."

"Oh should you?" Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "And what makes you think I would let you do such a thing?"

"Oh please," Blaine scoffed. "Like you can say no to this." He lifted his head to gesture to his body.

Kurt rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. "Your wiles have no effect on me."

"Mm, we'll see about that." Blaine leaned down to leave a light, lingering kiss on Kurt's lips. Just before he broke away, he suddenly twisted so his body hovered above Kurt's, hands propped on either side of his head, eliciting a shriek of laughter from the boy below.

"I believe your intentions are rapidly becoming less honorable, Mr. Anderson," Kurt chuckled breathlessly, finger toying the hem of the shirt that hung from Blaine's torso.

Blaine dipped down to initiate another kiss, this one deeper and decidedly less innocent, but broke away harshly when an idea struck him. A huge grin stretched across his face. "I know what we need." He crawled forward a bit and stretched out toward Kurt's nightstand. Before he could reach his goal, he felt two sets of fingers tickling his exposed sides and a mouth blowing roughly into the skin of his stomach. "Aah!" He collapsed, cackling uncontrollably as Kurt used his weakness to straddle him and tickle him mercilessly. "Stop!" he gasped, tears flowing through his laughter. "Oh g-god, you m-monster!"

After a few moments, Kurt, too, was giggling so hard he crumpled, laying side-by-side with his boyfriend, chest heaving with exertion. "Sorry," he said breathlessly, "but you can't leave such a pretty stomach right in front of my face and expect me not to do something about it."

"I fell in love with the devil." They lay together for a short while before Blaine popped back up again. "Hey, I was doing something!" He twisted to fiddle with Kurt's iPhone where it was nestled in an iHome.

"You better not be sending any dirty texts," Kurt warned with an absentminded swat toward Blaine's rear. A second later, music filled the room. Kurt cocked his head to the side, shooting his boyfriend a curious look as the younger boy turned back to him, walking upright on his knees until he was up against Kurt's side. "We've got the afternoon," he mouthed, smirking.

"Oh no."

"You've got this room for two."

"You are too much."

"One thing I've left to do..."

"I can't even with you right now—"

"...discover me discovering you."

"Oh my god," Kurt breathed as Blaine stopped mouthing the words and started mouthing along Kurt's jawline.

"One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain..."

Kurt wasn't sure how he did it, but Blaine managed to whip his shirt over his head, shucking his own right after, in a matter of seconds. Suddenly Blaine's mouth was exploring Kurt's bare torso, teeth purposefully dragging over the older boy's sensitive spots lightly to send him into shrieking laughter.

"...one pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue."

"Stop, I hate you!"

Blaine ignored Kurt's hysterical yelp and latched their mouths together, grinning through the kiss as he sucked on Kurt's tongue. Blaine's lips then left Kurt's to explore the porcelain boy's nose, cheeks, ears, neck, shoulders, arms, earning all sorts of delicious reaction noises that ranged from needy groans to ticklish giggles.

"'Cause if you want love,
We'll make it.
Swim in a deep sea
Of blankets.
Take all your big plans
And break 'em."

"This is bound to be a while..." Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear. His lips trailed a direct line to Kurt's lower stomach, licking just about the waistband of his skinning jeans. He reveled in the way Kurt squirmed, arms splayed carelessly to the sides as his eyes squeezed shut to allow for just feeling. As the chorus played into the second verse, Blaine slowly peeled back Kurt's lower layer, lips and tongue and teeth exploring the newly exposed flesh as it appeared.

Kurt was in heaven. A light, carefree song about making love warbled beside his head as a beautiful boy worshipped his body. His mind fogged over with happy lust, the absolute biggest smile lighting up his face. This moment was never allowed to end.

"I'll never let your head
Hit the bed
Without my hand behind it."

Blaine tangled one hand in the back of Kurt's hair as the other fumbled with his own jeans. With a derisive snort, Kurt's deft fingers undid the button and zipper, earning Kurt a thank-you kiss from Blaine, who quickly wriggled from the denim prison. In seconds, both boys were clad solely in boxer briefs, and Blaine eased his hips down to brush Kurt's teasingly. Kurt gasped in pleased surprise, his own hips chasing Blaine's as they danced away.

"Damn, baby,
You frustrate me.
I know you're mine, all mine, all mine,
But you look so good it hurts sometimes."

Blaine's fingers tripped along the top of Kurt's briefs. Kurt seized the younger boy's face and pulled him down for a searing kiss, a silent demand to hurry up. Blaine broke away laughing. He finally relented and carefully peeled back the light blue fabric, revealing a more-than-half-hard, leaking cock. Kurt sighed at the relief in pressure, but that sigh was quickly choked into a groan as a thick pink tongue teased the head. "You're the damn devil, you know that?" Kurt moaned, lacing his fingers through Blaine's lightly gelled curls.

The boy in question smirked up at his boyfriend, refusing to fully wrap his lips around Kurt's aching member. Just as Kurt bucked up again, searching for Blaine's mouth, Blaine lifted his head up, shucking his own boxers. When they were both finally, finally naked, Blaine pressed their entire bodies together, chest to chest, cock to cock, nose to nose. The song drifted to a close, but Blaine had set it to repeat, a fact that elicited a chuckle from Kurt, even through his mind-fogging pleasure.

Blaine reached over toward the nightstand once more and pulled a bottle and a foil packet from the drawer. He set the latter on the comforter and squeezed some cold lube onto his finger. Gently circling Kurt's hot entrance, Blaine traced his lips all over Kurt's flat stomach for a few moments before slowly pushing past the ring of muscle. Kurt's back arched off the bed in pleasure and pain as Blaine stretched him carefully, sucking marks into his neck and shoulders and belly.

"God you're beautiful," Blaine breathed, sliding a second lubed finger in beside the first. He scissored the digits, brushing teasingly against the tight bundle of nerves that made Kurt mewl deliciously. Gasping, Kurt's legs fell open even wider. He grabbed Blaine's face once more and pulled it closer to his lips, sucking some bruises of his own into the slightly shiny skin.

A third finger joined the first two, and Kurt was fully prepared. Blaine quickly rolled on the condom, and as he lubed up his throbbing cock, the pads of Kurt's fingertips traced ever-so-softly up his sides, causing him to shiver and giggle. "You are making this extremely difficult," Blaine laughed, temporarily forgoing the lube in favor of pressing a sloppy kiss to his boyfriend's lips.

"My apologies," Kurt snickered. Blaine laced his fingers through Kurt's, pressing their joined fists into the mattress as he slowly, gently, achingly pressed into Kurt's entrance, linking their bodies with a gasp. With a smile, Blaine latched his lips onto a spot just behind Kurt's left ear as he began to rock in and out of Kurt's entrance, both boys groaning and laughing senselessly with the feeling.

Then, without warning, Kurt kicked his legs around Blaine's waist and rolled them over, hands still linked. He grinned down at his surprised boyfriend. "I'm not the only one who can tease," Kurt murmured, voice husky. He rolled his hips ever-so-slightly, earning a choked whine from the boy below. Kurt rubbed his leaking cock against Blaine's stomach, eyes rolling back into his head with the sensation.

The song played three more times as the boys made love, slipping and laughing and rolling and panting and sweating and connecting in every way imaginable. Their orgasms snuck up on them, Blaine erupting first into Kurt with a faint gasp, Kurt following moments later into Blaine's firm fist. Blaine collapsed onto Kurt, both boys giggling through the passion. As the song dwindled to a close for the fourth time, Kurt reached a hand back and smacked the music off. "That was one of your best ideas yet," he said, pulling his boyfriend closer so his curls rested on Kurt's chest.

Blaine's fingers danced absentmindedly along Kurt's pectoral. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I, for one, had a grand time."

Kurt rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "Well you can grand yourself all the way to the bathroom and get me a washcloth. I don't want to be covered in come for the rest of the afternoon."

"Fine then." Blaine craned his neck down and licked the white substance from Kurt's stomach, eliciting a shocked shriek from his boyfriend. He then removed the condom and tossed it away before settling back against Kurt's body. "There. All clean."

"You're impossible."

"Ah, but that's why you love me."

"Unfortunately."

Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of Blaine's head, and within minutes, both boys were sound asleep.