Sunday afternoons in summer seem some-what pointless to those who are lucky enough to have summer vacation. For most teens it’s one more day in the blur that is notschooltime. For Kurt and Blaine, however, it’s the one time the world seems to stop just for them. After weekdays filled with work - the garage for Kurt, the coffee shop for Blaine - Sunday afternoons at the Hummel-Hudson residence mean stillness, quiet, and privacy as Carole works the 7-7 shift at the hospital, Finn is typically at Rachel’s, and Burt is watching either Nascar or his eyelids in his well-worn easy chair.

Kurt sighs as he grins lazily into the crooks of his elbows. He is somewhat warm but he doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against Blaine’s stomach, his back flush with Blaine’s chest and his boyfriend’s chin is nuzzled into the back of his neck. Kurt can feel him breathing, calm and relaxed, melting into his back. They have been lying this way for the better part of an hour, Blaine’s right arm under Kurt’s head, supporting him; his left around Kurt’s waist, fingers gently tracing patterns into Kurt’s stomach.

It tickles, occasionally sending shivers down Kurt’s back. He can’t seem to bring himself to care, though, and it might - just might - be because Blaine chuckles deeply into his neck each time it happens, little puffs of air raising the hairs on Kurt’s arms.

Blaine had been telling Kurt anecdotes from his latest shift at the Lima Bean until the conversation had died down, both boys lost in their own thoughts.

Yet still those fingertips on Kurt’s stomach. Kurt concentrates on their movements and the sound of Blaine’s breathing as he touches Kurt. A few months ago Kurt would’ve felt anxious, wondering what Blaine was thinking, wondering if it was sex he was thinking about and god, why sex? Now he wants to know what Blaine is thinking because his brain had caught up. Every brush of Blaine’s fingertips on his stomach makes him keenly aware of how close Blaine is to other parts of Kurt. Parts of Kurt that had been making themselves quite clear in their desires in both his waking and sleeping hours. Parts of Kurt that had yet to be put to good use...at least in the boyfriend department. It was a little maddening; knowing Blaine was so close and yet so far. Kurt’s body is also telling him right now and he squirms a little to relieve some of the pressure on his groin.

Kurt tries to focus.

Blaine’s index finger traces the outline of Kurt’s bottommost ribs. His middle and ring fingers join in and slowly trace down Kurt’s abdomen, bumping up against the top of his skinny jeans and then continue their journey, ghosting, daring on the line of his stomach that borders said jeans until they reach the center and then veer up, crashing into Kurt’s belly button and tickling there.

Blaine laughs as Kurt giggles and pulles himself inward, pushing their bodies ever closer, and feels Blaine’s arousal against the back of his jeans. His eyes open wide and he shuffles his body sideways, laughing still, and settles on his back in Blaine’s arms. Warm amber eyes lock on his, shining with mischief yet dark with need. Kurt stops giggling and slips his fingers into Blaine’s curls, pulling Blaine’s mouth down to his and opens his lips. He lets Blaine’s tongue graze his lightly before pulling back teasingly, staring into Blaine’s eyes, feeling their breath mix before moving in to bite lightly at Blaine’s bottom lip. Blaine growls softly and nips back, catching Kurt’s lip between his teeth and flicks it lightly with his tongue. Kurt groans at the sensation, pulls his hand down to Blaine’s, still on his stomach, and squeezes it once in frustration.

Blaine’s forehead is touching Kurt’s as he pulls his lips away just enough to whisper against Kurt's, “It seems like you like that, huh?”

The room is silent, still. Blaine’s eyes search his and Kurt’s heart is fluttering in his chest, his skin thrumming, aching with want for this boy, his shoulders tense and his cock aching in his jeans. He knows it’s painfully obvious how much he likes this (his jeans hide nothing) and he could care less. He just knows he wants but he’s not sure how much he’s ready for. Not yet.

Finally he whispers back, lips brushing lips, wet and hot and oh so carefully, “Yes. I...I like it a lot. I don’t know...Blaine, I don’t know...”

“Shhh,” Blaine soothes, “Let me just...”

And those fingertips are now opening Kurt’s right palm, tracing softly toward the soft center and Kurt shivers involuntarily, Blaine’s touch sending hot sparks straight to his groin and he’s impossibly hard and slightly panting at the touch.

“Blaine, Blaine, I...” Kurt breathes, but Blaine is already lifting Kurt’s hand to his lips with his own left hand, to his mouth and...

“Oh my goddd,” Kurt turns his head towards Blaine and moans darkly as Blaine is lightly tonguing the very sweet, sensitive center of his palm in the same way he did Kurt’s lip. Blaine’s eyes are locked on Kurt’s as he licks, softly, slowly, at the tender flesh. His eyes dance and he hears Kurt’s breathing and knows he is completely controlling his beautiful boy with his mouth on his amazing hands. Kurt’s body shudders as Blaine licks the entirety of his palm, covering each inch while looking directly in his eyes.

Blaine moves to Kurt’s wrist, tonguing the pulse point there, opening his lips wide to suck lightly, licking hotly, mouthing wetly as Kurt mumbles into his hair, gripping the comforter and rolling his hips.

Blaine lifts his mouth slightly, voice low but clear, “I know what I’m doing to you,” he intones, earning a low moan from Kurt as he closes his eyes, face contorted with want.

“Tell me what this does to you, Kurt. Tell me what it makes you think...what does this do to you?”

At that, Blaine nips at Kurt’s index finger, biting gently and licking he tip with tiny strokes as Kurt’s hips stutter up and a low keen escapes his throat. Blaine slides his left leg over Kurt’s groin, and he groans, feeling Kurt’s erection, providing the friction Kurt so desperately wants while grinding his own arousal into Kurt’s hip.

Blaine lifts Kurt’s middle finger to his lips and pauses, “Tell me.” His teeth brush the tip lightly, oh so lightly, before his tongue swirls out, laving at the it and causing Kurt to buck up, shifting slightly so that their hips are more aligned. Kurt tips his head back to breathe, exposing his neck as he makes a little choked-off gasp and Blaine rolls his hips against Kurt’s drawing moans from both boys.

“Kurt,” he licks Kurt’s ring finger, starting from the line where finger meets palm all the way to the tip, “Tell,” he does the same to his pinkie, Kurt rutting against him, “Me.”

“Your fucking mouth,” Kurt grits out and Blaine practically comes at the words, “your fucking mouth,” he repeats while Blaine sucks Kurt’s index finger all the way in, teasing and flicking it while it’s trapped inside his lips, “Ohhhh, Jesus, fuck, all over me, sucking me off with this delicious fucking mouth.”

Blaine groans at the words, fucking Kurt’s fingers into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting at them while Kurt’s hips roil and stutter, uttering, “Blaine,” before his head’s thrown back, bottom lip sealed between his teeth as he comes in his skinny jeans. Blaine releases his hand and shivers into his own release beside him, mouth sealed at the base of Kurt’s neck where the shoulder meets, groaning and shaking.

Minutes pass before Blaine lifts his head to see what damage, if any, has been done to his lovely, not-so-innocent boyfriend. Kurt’s eyes are clear and bright, a slight smile playing at his lips.

“Well, that was...” Blaine begins.

“So. Hot.” finishes Kurt, stifling a giggle as Blaine lets out a breath of relief.

“Yes. Exactly. Except for the pants issue,” he replies, wincing at the cooling discomfort in his jeans.

“This is why I am always prepared for a fashion emergency,” Kurt quips, gesturing to his fully stocked closet.

Blaine smiles, catching Kurt’s lips with his own then replies, “Yes, well, next time we won’t need clothes.”