Kurt had hoped that the closer they got to September, the cooler the weather would become, but it seemed like the exact opposite was true. Kurt woke up to stifling heat, came home to unbearable heat, and by the evening, taking a shower was less about getting clean and more about lowering his body temperature. Even that only lasted for a moment, because as soon as he left the bathroom and made his way to the bedroom, a mere five feet, he was drenched in sweat again.

They couldn't afford air conditioning, and even if they could, the turn-of-the-century building they lived in couldn't accommodate a/c in every apartment, so having one simply wasn't allowed. Kurt and Blaine spent most of the time they were home dressed in their underwear or less, their heads stuck out their seventh floor window, trying to catch a passing breeze. Dinners were often eaten on the fire escape, and a few times, they actually slept out there.

Jeff and Nick lived in a corner apartment, and managed to swing having two windows, so when the temperature went from mildly uncomfortable to completely intolerable, they invited Kurt and Blaine to stay over. It was generally understood that the sleepovers were clothing optional, but what was a little nudity among friends?

Kurt and Blaine, knowing that another sleepover loomed ahead, decided to enjoy the afternoon together and avoid any uncomfortable attempts at secret sex with their friends asleep in the same room, which wasn't to say it didn't happen. But Blaine preferred when he could make a show of having Kurt, naked, writhing, screaming his name until the neighbors complained, being absolutely filthy with their fucking, defiling every room of their apartment.

Kurt lay out on their bed, which they had pushed into the kitchen to funnel cool air in from the open window. He stretched out like a cat on his stomach, on a new sheet that they had been keeping all day in the refrigerator, his skin glistening with sweat from the exertion of simply breathing.

Blaine went to the freezer to fetch a bowl of ice, noticing it piled to overflowing with frosted blocks.

“You sure have a thing for ice, darling,” Blaine said as he took the already prepared bowl of perfectly formed rectangles and carried them over to the bed.

“I can't help it,” Kurt whined, rolling to his side to face Blaine. “It's sooooo hot. I mean, even California wasn't like this in the summer.”

“Well, you know, it's not the heat. It's the humidity.” Blaine grinned, grabbing a couple of blocks, which started to melt immediately from the heat of his touch.

“I swear to God, if I hear another person say that…”

His words caught in his throat when Blaine's handful of ice met his skin, the frigid water on his body literally making him purr. Blaine could swear that he saw small wisps of steam rise from the contact. His eyes followed thin rivers of water as they dripped over Kurt's skin, and he licked his lips, thinking about tracing their path with his tongue.

“Mmmm,” Kurt hummed pleasantly. “Forget everything I ever said about Ohio winters. God, sometimes I wish we were back there.”

“Really?” Blaine asked in surprise, eyes glued to the water running down Kurt's body, dribbling over his half-hard cock. "I thought you hated it there."

“Yeah, well, you know, I miss it when I'm sick, or delirious, or I can feel my skin melting off my bones…”

Kurt's eyes flicked to Blaine's face. He raised an eyebrow at the expression of want that had taken over. His gaze continued on, roaming down Blaines body, to his chest rising and falling fast as he breathed, ending at his cock, hard and throbbing between his legs.

“Hmm, what's got you all hot and bothered?” Kurt teased, rolling onto his back on the bed, lifting his arms over his head and putting more of his body on display.

“Ha-ha,” Blaine deadpanned, the dark of his pupils blowing wide. "You know exactly whats got me hot and bothered." Blaine leaned over Kurts body, hovering just above his boyfriends sweltering skin. "God, Kurt, I just want to lick you all over.”

Kurt saw the lust in Blaines eyes and considered his offer for a second.

Only for a second.

“You are not putting that hot mouth anywhere near my body, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt scoffed.

It sounded like a challenge to Blaine, and Blaine never backed away from a challenge.

"Well see," Blaine said with a smirk and a wink. Kurt watched as Blaine lifted an ice-cube from the bowl and popped it into his mouth, sucked on it, and then chewed it until it disappeared down his throat. He grabbed another and did the same – suck and chew. Then another.

Kurt watched Blaine devour the ice, focused hypnotically with hungry blue eyes on the sensual way Blaines mouth worked around it. Then, without warning, Blaine lunged at Kurt, licking a long stripe from his collarbone to his naval. Kurt moaned from the chill feeling of Blaine's silky tongue sliding over his hot body.

“Oh, Blaine,” he breathed. “Yes…that you can do…anytime you want.'

“Yeah,” Blaine whispered, blowing a stream of cool air over Kurt's skin, watching goose bumps form. “Can I do this?”

Blaine swallowed a handful of ice slivers and then took Kurt's cock into his mouth. He sucked over it, taking Kurt down his throat.

“Yes,” Kurt said, the word a breath, barely even a sound. “Yes, you can…oooh…”

Blaine licked slowly around Kurt's cock. He added more ice slivers, not allowing his mouth to heat up for a second. He let the ice melt in his mouth, then dripped it down Kurt's shaft. Kurt threaded his fingers into Blaine's curls, scratching blunt nails over Blaine's scalp as he lightly twisted and pulled. Blaine closed his eyes at the tug of fingers in his hair. He hummed around Kurt, the vibrations sending tremors rippling throughout his body.

“Blaine,” Kurt moaned, his voice broken, wanton. “Would you make love to me?”

“Aren't you enjoying yourself, darling?” Blaine asked, breaking away from Kurt only long enough to talk, and then going back to steadily sucking him off.

“Yes…oh God, yes..." Kurt replied, "but I miss you.”

Blaine's heart skipped a bit hearing that, and he pulled his mouth off of Kurts cock.

“You miss me?” Blaine climbed over Kurts body, bringing the bowl of ice with him.

“I do,” Kurt said, watching with lust-filled eyes as his sexy boyfriend crawled over him.

“Won't our bodies together get kind of...hot?” Blaine asked, settling beside Kurt on the bed, covering the outline of Kurt's waiting mouth with gentle kisses.

“We could always cover ourselves with ice,” Kurt suggested, turning his body away from Blaine and pushing back against him, begging for contact. Blaine obliged, trailing his hand down Kurts body, slipping between his crack to find his entrance. Kurt was so hot, so wet from the ice, and Blaines finger slipped inside him effortlessly. Blaine fingered his boyfriend, pumping in and out, gasping at the tight heat that surrounded his fingers, and Kurt bucked backward, moaning at the cold digits inside him.

“We can pretend we're back in Ohio,” Kurt whispered, his eyes closing as Blaine scissored his fingers, opening Kurt up, getting him ready, “p-parked on our hilltop overlooking the valley. We're...were in the backseat of m-my Mustang…it's winter, and it's...and its cold…”

Blaine took another piece of the rapidly melting ice and ran it along Kurt's side, following it as far as he could manage with his tongue, the sensation of cold and hot on his skin making Kurt tremble.

"Tell me more," Blaine said, loving the way Kurts voice stuttered beneath his touch. Blaine removed his fingers and pushed his cock inside him, bit by bit, the tight heat that had surrounded his fingers now engulfing his cock. Blaine slid into Kurt's body smoothly, moving in long, unhurried strokes.

“The s-sun is rising, l-lighting the horizon, and you're inside me, just like this…”

Kurt's words drifted away as a new piece of ice traveled over his erection, starting at the base, slowly making its way to the head, and teasing around the tip in lazy circles. Blaine cooled Kurt down and heated him up all at the same time. Kurt's cock strained, his body screaming with the need to cum, but that necessary edge had dripped away. Blaine knew he could keep Kurt this way for hours, but his own need overpowered his desire to torment his boyfriend.

“You like that, don't you, darling?” Blaine whispered. "Having sex in your car where anyone can see? Where anyone can catch me fucking you? You're a little exhibitionist, aren't you?”

“Yes,” Kurt whined, winding his arms behind him to loop around Blaine's neck.

“That's good.” Blaine groaned when Kurt slammed back against him. “Because your Mustang makes me hot.”

And if that statement didn't sound like a slightly veiled double entendre, Kurt didn't know what did.

Kurt found a rhythm and started fucking himself back against Blaine's body. Blaine, close to cumming, decided to relax and let his boyfriend have his way. He scooped up ice water in his cupped hand and poured it over Kurt's body, staving off his own orgasm in the process with the numbing cold.

Kurt pounded against Blaine's body relentlessly as the water washed over him, hands gripping the mattress, his knuckles white as he used the bed for leverage.

“That's...thats it, darling,” Blaine stammered, watching his boyfriends body, his cock moving in and out of Kurts hole. “That's it. K-keep...keep going.”

Kurt bent at the waist, almost completely in half. He grabbed Blaine's hand and put it on his hip, pressing down on his fingers until Blaines nails curled into his skin. Kurt started to lose steam, had already lost the ability to put together a coherent sentence, and this was his way of asking Blaine to take over.

Blaine smiled, driving himself into his boyfriend's body until Kurt arched his back and cried out. The bed frame shook back and forth, scraping the linoleum on the kitchen floor, etching it with black gashes that Kurt and Blaine knew theyd have to fix...eventually.

Kurt's shaking hand slipped down his chest, finding his neglected cock bobbing between his legs with every slam of Blaine inside his body, and wrapped his fingers around it. The rocking of the bed upended the bowl, drenching the sheet beneath them in ice cold water.  It traveled through the fibers and seeped into their skin. Kurt came as soon as the cold touched him. He pushed himself flush against his boyfriend, shuddering against Blaine's body.

“Oh, darling…” Blaine groaned. His eyes rolled back, his fingernails biting into Kurt's pale skin, words from his mouth turning into a mess of garbled, guttural noises. Kurt didnt mind the oversensitivity of Blaine fucking him dry, but he was dying to hear Blaine lose total control, to feel him cum.

Kurt took advantage of Blaines one sure-fire Achilles heel.

“Oh, fuuuck, Blaine,” Kurt said. “Fuck me, Blaine! Fuck me!”

Cursing. Blaine loved it when Kurt cursed.

Blaine's grip on Kurt's hipbone tightened, his hips stuttering, his voice switching from a low moan to a hoarse growl. Kurt chuckled as he felt Blaine cum inside him, at how animal a few little four-letter words made him.

Blaine felt Kurt shiver as he came down from his high and wrapped his arms around Kurt's body, holding him close.

“That was a dirty trick, darling,” Blaine said, pressing kisses to Kurts neck, nibbling on the places he knew would make Kurt shiver more. “I was preparing for a nice, long fuck.”

“We can do that,” Kurt said, peeking over Blaine's body to look at his bowl of ice, now empty. “But we're going to need more ice.”

Blaine picked up the bowl and sighed.

“I'm on it.”