Oh darling, who needs the rain? Who needs somebody that can feel your pain? Who needs the disappointment, of a telephone call, not I. Im, tired of love, Yeah, sick of love - Ive taken more than enough

Who Needs Love? - Razorlight

                He had spent the whole of the bank holiday Monday helping out his family at their business so she had spent time with her father.  She was looking forward to seeing him in the afternoon – they had spent the weekend with friends over so they had had no time alone together.  He arrived home with a headache and tired feet.  They'd had dinner with her father then headed back to their house to spend some time together.

It has started so well.  He'd been given a new Xbox game for his birthday, and he'd had a long day so he had wanted to play his new game.  But the Xbox memory was full.

                ‘Why don't you use my account and save on the cloud?'

But he had not wanted to.  He had wanted to use his own profile so he had used the external hard drive.  He did not check that the drive was formatted and played for an hour until the autosave failed.  She had tried to see if there was another way to save but he had been angry and frustrated.  He had unplugged the external hard drive and that had caused the game to exit. 

                ‘Try turning it on again so see if it will let you continue?'

                ‘What's the point?'

His temper is rising.

                ‘I said to use my Gold account so you could save on the cloud.'

                ‘I want to use my own account.'

                ‘Get Gold then.'

                ‘You said to use the hard drive.  I've just wasted an hour!'

‘Don't be snappy with me – it is only a game.  You can always do that level again.' 

                ‘You're using that tone again - where you talk to me like I'm an idiot.'

                ‘I'm not.  Don't take your frustration out on me.'

She hates confrontation so she goes to leave the room.

                ‘Yes, that's right – run away.'

                ‘I'm not running away.  I want to go and read.'  And give you time to calm down and stop being an ass.

She heads up the stairs.

                ‘One day I'll leave!'

                ‘One day I'll leave.'

The jingle of keys as he picks up his car keys.  The door opens.  Closes.  The rumble of a diesel engine.

She sits and waits.  Vibrating with nervous energy.  She cannot read.  She cannot think.  This reminds her of a childhood spent listening to her parents row – to her mother threatening to leave.  Spending hours in the car refusing to come back inside on a Christmas Eve where she had to convince her mother to come out of the cold for her younger brother's sake.  So she cannot argue.  She has to wait.

The door opens and he comes back.  She is paralysed while she waits.

Eventually he climbs the stairs and enters her room.  If she smiles or laughs nervously now it is all over – instead she waves.

                ‘Hi, baby.'

                ‘All I want is a little sympathy sometimes.  For you to care.'

                ‘I'm sorry, baby.  I know it's annoying for you...'

He sits down next to her and rests his head on her shoulder.

                ‘I don't get any sympathy from my parents so all I want is for you to understand.'

                ‘I know.  I'm sorry.  I do understand – it is frustrating.'

Silence.

                ‘Where did you go?'

                ‘For a walk to clear my head.'

                ‘I love you.  I hate fighting with you.  I'm not running away.'

                ‘It feels that way though.'

                ‘I love you.'

                ‘I love you.'

January

                He wakes, his legs tangled in the sheets, in a room he does not recognise at first.  He blinks the sleep from his eyes and goes to roll when he realises that he is not alone.  He turns as slowly and as gently as he can – he needs to see that He is real.  That He is really there.  He manages not to wake the man sleeping peacefully beside him and satisfies himself watching the other man sleep – tracing the outline of his jaw, his hair, his eyelashes, his nose with his eyes.  It is an attempt to commit them to memory and to compare the details to the version he keeps stored in his heart, anxiously checking for any changes.  Kurt stirs and Blaine frowns slightly – he would give anything to let him rest, to let him sleep so he remains as peaceful as he does at that moment.  Blue eyes flicker open and Blaine freezes.

                What if he has changed his mind?  What if he doesn't want me here?  What if he is angry that I ambushed him?  What if this did not mean to him what it meant to me?  What if…

His internal train of thought is derailed by Kurt's smile.

                ‘Good morning, handsome.'  Kurt's voice is gravely with sleep and goes straight to Blaine's crotch.  He grins as Kurt pulls him down for a kiss.

                ‘If that's how they say “Good morning” in France I never want to leave.'

                ‘That's only the first part…'  Kurt gives him a wicked grin as he hooks one leg over Blaine's hips drawing him closer.  His lips find Blaine's neck and he playfully nips him.

                ‘Oh, is that right?  I'm not familiar with these foreign customs of yours.  I think you may have to teach...' 

Kurt's mouth on his steals the end of his sentence and Blaine kisses him back, his hands sliding under the covers, claiming Kurt's naked skin.  They break the kiss and Blaine trails playful nibbles and kisses along Kurt's jaw as Kurt's hands find their way down Blaine's naked sides.  Kurt rocks his hips and their erections brush eliciting a low moan from Blaine as Kurt's hands trail further down his back.  Blaine's lips find Kurt's neck and shoulder and he peppers them with kisses before reclaiming Kurt's lips with his own.  He trails one hand down to squeeze one of Kurt's muscled ass cheeks, then drags his fingers between Kurt's cheeks, one finger skimming his hole.  Kurt whimpers as he kisses Blaine back, his own hands reaching Blaine's balls.  Kurt runs his fingers around the base of Blaine's cock, brushing his balls and the inside of his thighs as Blaine's finger circles his rim.  Kurt presses back against Blaine's finger as Blaine's hips jerk forward, his cock straining for friction.  Kurt takes both of their members in his hand and palms them together, his thumb sweeping first over the head of Blaine's cock and then his own, using their precum to lubricate his hand.  Blaine's hips buck against Kurt at the sudden sensation and he presses his finger inside Kurt.  Their moans mingle with pants of pleasure as Kurt builds them both up.  Blaine's lips explore Kurt's shoulders and neck again before meeting Kurt's.  Kurt nibbles, sucks and blows on Blaine's bottom lip, his hand continuing to move them together.  Blaine feels his balls tighten and he bites Kurt's shoulder as he comes over Kurt's hand and stomach.  Kurt follows with a muffled cry and they collapse against each other panting. 

Kurt recovers before Blaine and climbs over him as he heads to clean himself up.  Blaine rolls onto his back and stares blindly at the ceiling as his breathing returns to normal and he comes down from his orgasm.  He hears Kurt re-enter and turns his head to see him as Kurt sits beside him on the bed then gently cleans him with a warm flannel. 

                ‘I love you.'

                ‘I love you.'