Kurt stepped back and let Blaine enter the small apartment.

"Just let me..."  Kurt waved his hand to indicate his dripping swimsuit.  He grabbed a couple of things out of the closet and slipped into the bathroom.  Blaine had said he wanted to rub aloe vera on Kurt, but surely he just meant for Kurt to do it himself, right?

He sure hoped not. 

At any rate--and honestly, it was silly because hed been half naked with Blaine most of the day--he was not going back into the main room dressed only in dripping wet swim trunks.  He carefully slid the trunks off--dear Lord, his skin was on fire!--and after blotting dry with a towel, he donned boxer briefs, his loosest pair of shorts, and a button down, which he left unbuttoned because his attempt at buttoning the first button had him nearly in tears from the pain. 

When he reentered the solitary room that constituted the rest of the apartment, Blaine motioned to the bed tucked under the eaves and said, "Why dont you lay down?"

Kurt did just that, because he was never going to say "no" to Blaine Anderson.  He probably should, but if this made him a slut, too bad.  He would own it.  It was Blaine Anderson--the man who featured in at least half of Kurts masturbation fantasies.  He was not going to look back at this moment and wonder "what if?" 

Blaine perched on the edge of the bed beside him, careful not to brush up against Kurts burned side.  Pouring a puddle of aloe vera in his palm--and Kurt tried very hard not to drawn an analogy to lube--Blaine dipped in two long fingers and then began to smooth the gel across Kurts forehead.  It would have been cool regardless, but this gel had clearly been refrigerated, which gave it an extra chilling quality that felt heavenly. 

Using just the tip of two fingers, Blaine smoothed the gel over Kurts nose, across this cheek bones, and down his chin.  At one point, using just one finger, he stroked around Kurts mouth, and Kurts eyes went wide while Blaines went dark, but Blaine just moved on to Kurts neck, using all of the fingers of one hand. 

When he got to his collar bone, Blaine murmured, "Pull your shirt away," and Kurt sat up and pulled it off.  The shirt was a stupid idea, anyway.  At this point, he didnt really care how much of his skin Blaine saw.  Or touched.  Or licked. 

Kurt remembered that he was lying on his back, and he took a deep breath to get ahold of himself before it got embarrassing. 

Blaine poured another pool of gel directly on Kurts chest between his pecs, and using both hands, he began smoothing it outward, gliding his hands up and out over Kurts shoulders and down Kurts arms.  Then his hands glided over Kurts chest, and maybe it was a coincidence, but he managed to drag the thumb of both hands over each of Kurts nipples, which caused Kurt to suck in his breath sharply.  Moving lower, and squeezing another puddle of gel--this time on Kurts stomach--he  stroked over the flat indentation of Kurts belly and pushed the tips of his fingers just below the waistband of Kurts shorts. 

Kurt was so thankful that he had pulled on a tight pair of boxer briefs.  Otherwise, it would have been so obvious that he was giving Blaine the one gun salute. 

Just when Kurt thought for sure that Blaine was going to hook those fingers into Kurts waistband and pull his shorts off, he stood and moved lower down the bed, squeezing gel into a hand and rubbing it first on one thigh, then the other.  It was the most erotic feeling that Kurt had ever experienced.  The contrast of his burning skin (and his burning loins) with the icy cold of the aloe, rubbed onto his skin by the king of hotness was setting Kurt on fire (in a good way) while putting out the bad fire from the sunburn.  Kurt moaned.  Blaine paused for a second at that noise, then he continued down the shins and even rubbed the top of Kurts feet, which felt so much better than it really should have. 

Kurt wanted to purr.  He purred on the inside. 

Then Blaine stood abruptly and said, "Let me wash my hands."  Then he disappeared into the bathroom. 

Oh, dear Lord.  Kurt wasnt maybe the best interpreter of all social situations, but Blaine kept him off balance all the time.  Hed just rubbed gel all over Kurts body.  That was about sex, right?  Right?  He was coming back, and Kurt should stay sprawled on the bed, right?  Or, maybe Kurt was completely misreading the situation.  After all, Blaine had all day to kiss him, if hed really wanted to, but he didnt, so what was Kurt supposed to think about that?  He hadnt been this confused since Lindsay Lohans 2009 Ungaro debut. 

Kurt decided that sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed was the least embarrassing option.

Then Kurt heard Blaine say, "Huh," from the bathroom.  It wasnt a question; it was a statement.  Still, it didnt make sense to Kurt.  

"What?"

"There was a tree."

"What?" The second question came out a little higher pitched, reflecting Kurts complete confusion.  

Blaine walked back into the main room, rubbing the residual dampness from his hands onto his shorts.  "There used to be a big tree outside the window here.  I forgot that it fell over last winter during a huge storm."

"Oh," said Kurt, puzzled.  They were talking about trees now? 

"Without the tree, you can see from your bathroom window right into one of our showers."

"Oh," Kurt said again, aiming for casual, but both the upward pitching of his voice and the guilty look on his face gave him away. 

"Ku-urt," drawled Blaine, stalking toward him.  "Were you watching me?  Is that how you knew I lived next door."

"Not-not-not not watching you.  Exactly," Kurt stuttered.  "I mean, I happened to look out the window, and you happened to be there.  Thats all." He tried to sound breezy and off-handed, and just missed it by a fathom. 

"Naked?" pressed Blaine. "You saw me naked?"

Kurt looked down at the floor. 

"Kurt?" Blaine repeated, low and deadly.

"Yes, all right!"  Kurt leapt up and catapulted himself across the room.  "Ive only seen you once.  Its not my fault you dont close your shower door.  I looked out the window and you were naked and, in fact, touching...yourself.  And I kept looking because, damn it, you have an incredible body and a huge dick!  And Im a gay man, Blaine.  Of course Im going to look!" 

Whoops!  Kurt always did this.  When you pushed him into a corner, he tended to respond by sharing a bit too much truth, usually at a loud volume.  Kurts hand flew up to cover his mouth. 

Blaine stared at Kurt slack jawed for a moment.  Then he snapped his jaws shut, and his eyes got a mischievous twinkle and the sides of his mouth curled up into a smile.  "You know what this means, dont you, Hummel?"

Uh oh.  Kurt didnt.  He really didnt know what it meant.  Especially when Blaine asked in that dangerously, low voice.  Shit, he hadnt known what was going on half the time he was with Blaine. 

Blaine cleared his throat, and looked Kurt straight in the eye from across the room.  "If youve seen mine, you have to show me yours."

Kurts eyes grew wide, and suddenly Blaine was coming toward him.  Kurt squeaked and tried to run away, and he managed to evade Blaine for a few seconds, but there wasnt anywhere to go in the tiny apartment.  Soon Blaine was upon him, and suddenly all four of their hands were at the button above Kurts fly, and Kurt made the mistake of looking at Blaine at the same time that Blaine looked at him, and time stood still and all the oxygen left the room, and they suddenly both realized where they were and what they were doing, and it went from teasing, screaming fun to something else altogether. 

Kurt just stood there, not breathing, not thinking, just staring at Blaine, and Blaine stared back.  Then he said in the lowest, sexiest voice Kurt had ever heard, "Say ‘no," Kurt, and Ill walk away."

Kurt looked into Blaines eyes for one more beat.  Then he licked his lips and very firmly and deliberately pressed them together until they were nothing but a thin line. 

He was never going to say "no" to Blaine. 

Kurt heard Blaine suck in a breath, and he also heard more than felt the button on his shorts coming undone and the zipper lowering, and he felt Blaine press his hand, palm flat, over his underwear-clad erection.  Pressing and rubbing just barely, Blaine tilted his head and pressed his lips to the smooth patch of warm skin behind Kurts ear, and Kurt gave a little hiss at the pain of just that little brush against his sunburn mingling with the erotic pleasure of Blaines mouth on his skin. 

The hiss was the smallest of sounds.  Kurt hardly knew that he had made it, but it instantly broke the spell that Blaine was under.  Blaine stepped back quickly pulling his hands away and said hurriedly, "We cant do this.  Im so sorry." 

Then he spun on his heels, and he was gone.