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Kurt grinds his toes down into the white sand with his eyes closed, head towards the sky, reveling in the odd sensation of sinking a quarter of an inch each time the waves come up on shore and go back out, a constant push and pull of trillions of granules over his feet. For a moment, he gets caught up in the shock of stripping naked right on the beach and deciding to skinny dip for the first time in his life. It’s been deserted far off into the distance the last two mornings since he got here. There are some advantages to traveling in the off-season, even if it’s slightly chilly.
He inhales deeply through his nose—filling his lungs with the crisp, fresh air—and exhales it slowly, opening his eyes, enchanted by the tangerine and flamingo pink sky cresting with the sunrise. He tries to wrangle his churning, ever-overthinking mind. Breathe. Let everything go. Breathe. Surrender to the moment.
As he takes a few steps forward, trying to acclimate to the water, he catches some movement out of the corner of his eye, and adrenaline shoots through him. He snaps his head to the left, hoping it’s a bird and not someone out for a walk… Oh, my god.
Or it could be the most beautiful man his imagination could possibly dream up.
Because there is no way this stunning man—equally as naked as him—is actually standing there, just 20 feet away on the beach, on his little private piece of the beach he rented for two and half weeks. He blinks his eyes as if to clear the mirage. And then, the man smiles at him, and his brain completely short circuits. Words. Find some words. Speak, Kurt. Oh. And now, he’s smirking at me, and did his eyes just wander down to my…? Oh, my god, I’m hard. That must have happened in the rush of some chemical concoction my brain supplied to my body at the thought of getting caught and seeing how hot he is.
The guy tugs at his lip with his teeth and playfully shrugs his shoulders once as if he’s confessing something. Kurt can’t help it. His eyes travel south of the equator, and… Well, daaamnn. That makes two of us. Heaven help me; he’s perfect.
“Uhm. Good morning,” the man says.
“Hello.” Kurt waves his fingers, finally blushing lobster red.
“I’m gonna…” He points to the water. “You?”
“Erm. Yes. Sure.”
They both wade further out yet walk on a diagonal, getting closer with each step they take into the saltwater.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation or whatever you were doing.”
Kurt gives a half-smile to the man with black, curly hair. “It’s okay. I just… Well, it’s the same old line, I guess? I’ve never done something like this before. It’s a little awkward, yeah?”
“Nah. I don’t think so. Own the body the universe blessed you with. And you were blessed, if I might say.”
“Oh, now that is a line,” Kurt says around a giggle.
“Maybe. It’s true nonetheless.”
“Well, thank you,” Kurt says. “It was pretty generous with you as well.”
“Was it?”
“Oh, are we fishing for compliments?”
“A terrible pun as we swim in the ocean.”
Kurt smirks and laughs once, shaking his head. He is so damn adorable.
“So, tell me. What brings a catch like you out here on this beautiful morning?” the man asks.
“Oh, my god. These puns are going to get out of hand,” Kurt replies cheekily. They are deep enough now that they have to paddle to stay in place, and it’s not escaping his notice that the distance between them is narrowing rapidly as they make small talk. It’s a testament to how cute this guy is that Kurt can still feel his arousal thrumming, even in the chilly water. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m here on doctor’s orders?”
“Are you?”
“Yes. Evidently, I’m a workaholic and a little stressed out?” Kurt says it like a question. “And my doctor said age 29 is much too young to need blood pressure medication. Also, I tend to make a ritual out of my routines. I was told to take at least a two-week vacation and do something new or unexpected every day.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
“And wow! Let me just spill some more of my issues, shall I?” He shudders.
“I wouldn’t mind. You’re kinda cute when you seem to get nervous.”
“Yes. Well, swimming in the ocean naked does that to me, apparently.”
“Hmm. I see. Well,” the man swims a few inches closer, ”would kissing someone who randomly interrupts your inaugural skinny dipping adventure count as something new? Think your doctor would approve?”
A deep blush rushes up the back of Kurt’s neck when he realizes that he moaned with want. “I—We—I…”
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
“No. I mean, yes. Not—Are you free to kiss a guy on the beach? I don’t want to find out your—”
“So free,” the man says, cutting Kurt off, gliding forward the last six inches between them. “Only if you want to, though,” he whispers.
Kurt doesn’t hesitate another second. He pushes forward, pressing his lips to the stunning man’s in front of him, and splashes them both as he lifts his arms from the water to throw them around this man’s neck, pulling him closer to his body. Their legs slide back and forth against each other’s as they kick harder to stay afloat now that their arms are busy holding each other as their lips flutter and flex fervidly together, sending jolts of electricity through their bodies.
A wave crests near them and pushes them forward just enough that their erections brush together in a soft rhythm, causing them to moan and open their mouths wider. Polite tongues suddenly become feverish, brazen appendages with which to dive into each other’s bodies, flavored with the taste of saltwater and the vestiges of mint toothpaste. Untold minutes go by until the need to breathe becomes a matter of survival. Kurt pulls back and gasps for air, buzzing as the man turns his attention to his neck, licking droplets of the ocean in trails up to his ear until he bites down behind it lightly.
“Oh, god! Please!” Kurt cries out without any filter or thought of the consequences.
“Anything. Tell me.”
Kurt grabs the man’s hand from around his waist and guides it down further. “Please.”
“Yeah? You can touch me, too, if you want,” he says gently. Now that their tongues have been disengaged for a moment, their brains can try to recall how to use words. He starts stroking Kurt’s cock, his whole hand around it, and he’s overcome with how it feels, the robust vein on the underside pulsing against his palm. So perfect. So delightfully thick and long. And then he feels a hand wrap around him, and his tongue immediately makes its way back to where it wants to play hide and seek again with this man, whose eyes are the same color as the sea they are swimming in.
It’s a strange sensation: the water, the movement, the way their legs burn and ache from so much effort to keep them in the same place. One of each of their arms is desperately holding behind the other’s neck so their tongues can dance, and the other arm is both using and fighting the resistance of the water to get the other over the edge of ecstasy. It’s a blazing fire in the middle of the ocean, the sound of cooing seagulls and crashing waves echoing in their ears.
The man abruptly pulls his head back from the kiss. “I’m—Oh! Oh! Damn! Damn!” He chants.
Hearing him has Kurt moaning with his release seconds later. “Mmmmnngggh! Ohhhh!!”
They lean their heads together as they try to catch their breath, neither of them letting go even though they can feel each other softening. Kurt’s heart somersaults in his chest with how extraordinarily vulnerable and intimate it is not to let go. The small kisses this man has started peppering on his forehead, cheeks, and jaw are warm and soothing in the cold water.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” the man whispers.
“It was. I’ve never…” Kurt isn’t sure how to finish that sentence. Never gotten off with someone in the ocean? Never kissed someone like that? Never felt this way being held by someone? Ever. It seems a little premature for confessions and pining already.
“Me neither. I’m not going anywhere.” And then, as if a horrid thought occurs to him, he pulls back. “Unless you want me to?” He searches Kurt’s face for an honest answer.
“No. No, I don’t want that.” Kurt thinks it’s maybe the most honest he’s ever been. It terrifies him.
“Uhm. People are starting to populate the beach. Don’t look now, but a couple is walking this way.”
“Oh, my heavens. I had no intention of staying out here this long. I didn't even bring a towel because I had no intention of doing this at all.”
The man chuckles. “Well, you’re just obeying the doctor's orders. Definitely lots of new experiences this morning. As soon as they pass by, I’ll make a run for my towel, get my shorts on, and then meet you with it so you don’t have to be exposed for long. I can feel you shaking.”
“A gentleman, too. Thank you.” Kurt can’t even argue. His body is still rippling in the after-glow, and his muscles are starting to protest the effort to stay afloat. Plus, the rush of what they just did is beginning to turn into, Oh, my god, what did I just do?
“Come on. Stay with me until you can stand.”
Leisurely, they swim back towards shore until the water is lapping just above Kurt’s hips. They break into a small fit of giggles as the couple walks by with their Jack Russel Terrier, throwing a bright turquoise ball to her, oblivious that there are two naked men in the ocean, waiting for them to move on from the alcove.
“Just a few more feet. Come on. Throw the ball farther!” the man teases so only Kurt can hear. Seconds later, he suddenly seizes his opportunity and sprints up the beach to his towel. He snatches it, wrapping it around his waist to cover himself up as he shimmies into his shorts; it’s no easy task with his wet skin. The second he has them buttoned and his shirt on, he heads back to the water, holding the towel out as a shield for Kurt to walk towards—meeting him knee-deep in the water—and gently wraps it around his waist and tucks in the end so it’s snug.
“Thank you,” Kurt says softly, unexpectedly enveloping him in a hug, laying his head on his shoulder. “Really. Thank you.” His voice cracks with swirling emotion, and he’s not as embarrassed by that as he usually might be.
“It’s the least I can do for you,” the man replies, trailing his fingers up and down Kurt’s spine while the water and sand mix around their feet. “Come on. Let’s get your stuff and maybe—Would you like to… Are you hungry? Want to join me for breakfast?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.” Kurt’s smile beams wide when this handsome man intertwines their fingers like it’s the most ordinary thing as they head toward his little pile of clothes. Once he’s dressed, they walk hand in hand again towards Kurt’s bungalow. “Mind if I rinse off and get dressed in some clothes not covered in sand first?”
“Sure. This one you?” the man asks, tilting his head towards the nearest building surrounded by lush vegetation, palm trees, a small porch, and an outdoor seating area.
“Yup. Indeed, it is.”
“The one with a private pool? And you went skinny dipping in the ocean? I’m even more impressed,” the man says, not even a few inches from Kurt’s ear.
His body noticeably shivers, and he laughs shyly. “Oh, shush. Doctor’s orders, remember? Come on in,” Kurt says as he swipes the waterproof keycard over the door lock, and it makes a loud mechanical whirring sound, unlocking the deadbolt. The noise makes them grip their fingers tighter together, and whatever is going on between them suddenly shocks back to life, as if all that cooling down they just did getting dressed and off the beach was a temporary pause—a truce between their bodies to behave for a few minutes.
Kurt’s hand turns the knob as fast as the man’s hands are on his hips. In a perfect twirl of synchronicity, they are through the door and have each other pinned up against it, frantically tearing each other’s shirts off, pressing their bare chests together and diving into the other’s mouths. Their frenzied moans and pleading noises propel them forward, falling onto the couch and tangling their bodies. They kiss and kiss and kiss with no thought to the time that slips by, kissing until their lips are raw and swollen and red from being nipped at and sucking marks into each other’s skin. Their shoulders and neck are stippled with burgeoning bruises.
Kurt’s back suddenly arches up from the couch when the man swipes his tongue over a nipple. “Shower. Rinse sand. Do you want to… Ohhh. Bed?” He can’t think how else to word it with an ardent tongue working that kind of magic on his body.
“You’re so damn gorgeous. Yes. Shower. Bed. Everything. Anything,” the man says, licking and kissing his way across the expanse of porcelain skin beneath him in awe.
“Damn. I can’t think with you doing that.”
“Want me to stop?” he asks between more kisses and rubbing the edge of his teeth across Kurt’s ribs, causing him to break out in goosebumps.
“Oh, dear god, please no,” Kurt splutters.
It’s another 20 minutes before their bare feet step onto the cool tile of the shower and duck into the hot water together, feeling the relief of the lingering sand wash away. For the first time, they have a chance to look at each other in awe and wonderment as they take turns bathing the other’s body with the sudsy scent of coconut and vanilla bean. Their hands trace long, lithe lines of muscles, the tips of their fingers brushing the lengths of their cocks, their lips kissing places they haven’t had access to: their lower backs, thighs, and belly buttons.
As they step out to dry off, they both start giggling when their lips find each other again, and Kurt blurts, “I have condoms,” at the same time as the man asks, “Do you have condoms?”
In a lust-induced haze, they find themselves in the middle of the king-sized bed with the man’s hips raised on two pillows and Kurt leaving a smattering of hickeys over the protruding hip bones as he inserts a third lubed-up finger. “Want you. Want to be inside of you. So damn hot. Some crazy fantasy come to life,” Kurt babbles as he stretches him.
“Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. Please.” The man has one hand coiled up in the crisp white sheet underneath him, using it to hold himself steady as his other cards through Kurt’s hair.
“What if...I want you inside me next?” Kurt asks.
“Damn. I’d love that, too. You have no idea.”
“Maybe I do. God. I can’t wait to be inside you. You’re so tight and warm.”
“Then do it. Please! I can take it. Want to feel your cock stretch me the rest of the way as you push into me.”
“Oh, god,” Kurt moans. He’s not sure he’s ever felt as wanted as he does in this man’s arms. He pulls his fingers out, wipes them on a towel, grabs the condom out of the package he tore open earlier, and rolls it on, applying more lube. When he looks up, he sees this beautiful creature staring at him with so much passion and pleading he realizes this might not last as long as he wants it to. How is any of this even real?
He maneuvers between his lover’s legs and pulls one up on his shoulder as he lines the tip of his cock up and surges forward a few inches, feeling it penetrate the first ring of muscles.
“Hell yes! Oh, my stars, don't stop! More. Want to feel it.”
Kurt groans in unmitigated desire, pressing forward again, mesmerized at the way this man’s body takes him in, relaxes, and allows Kurt to fill him so completely as if he trusts him already and is open to whatever he can give him. They both gasp moments later when they feel Kurt’s balls flush against his ass.
“So big. Feels so good. Just…” His breathing is erratic as his body adjusts.
“Tell me when. Don’t want to hurt you, honey.” Kurt pants with the effort of holding himself back.
“Honey?” the man says, stunned.
Kurt’s eyes pop open as he looks down, realizing they had been closed as he soaked up every tingling sensation of being so deep in this man. “Uhm.”
“I loved it. And... I think, try it now.” He thrusts his hips up into Kurt’s.
A small blush races across his cheeks, but he nods, pulls back, and slowly pushes into him. “Oh, damn. Damn. Damn.”
“My thoughts exactly. So damn good. I can take it all now. Don’t hold back.”
“You sure?” Kurt counters. “I’m so turned on right now.”
“So sure. Take me. I’ll tell you to stop if… Just, please! Please!”
“Hell. To hear you beg like that…” Kurt is done for. He brings his hips back, slams forward, and does it twice more before he helps the man wrap the leg he had on his shoulder around his waist and dives forward into a piercing kiss as he pistons his hips.
Immediately, a glistening sheen of light sweat blossoms on their skin as they glide against each other. When it’s too much to breathe and kiss simultaneously with the way their bodies are moving together, the room fills with a chorus of murmured praise, pleas for “more,” and confirmations of “yes, right there” along with unabashed noises and grunts of pleasure.
Kurt’s arms and thighs are throbbing with exertion. They’ve managed to hold off for an incredibly long time, considering the state they are in, and it thrills him to no end that they are so in sync with the ebb and flow of each other’s bodies. He can’t take much more, though, and his voice is rough and quiet. “Want to make you cum, honey.” His hand slides down to make that happen when the other man stills his hand.
“No. No. Want to be inside you, too.” As he speaks, his voice is choked up. “Like you—Like we wanted. I can wait…”
Kurt looks down at him and sees just how wrecked he is. Something about that strips Kurt’s soul bare. He has no idea what will happen after this, but he can’t deny that he feels hope that he never has to say goodbye, starting to sneak into the crevices of his heart. “We can do it again later. Please? I want to make you feel good.”
“Later?” he asks hopefully.
“Promise,” Kurt says, wrapping his hand around the man’s cock. “Want to see you cum like this. Let me feel it when you clench around me inside you.”
“Damn. Yes! Yes. Yes.” The man’s body writhes under Kurt’s relentless pistoning and stroking. In less than a few minutes, his hands grasp Kurt’s upper arms, digging his fingers in as his body hits that moment of overwhelming, spiraling tension and then unreels into exquisite ecstasy as he spills pulse after pulse of hot liquid over Kurt’s hand and his own belly. “So, so, so—! Oh, damn. It’s so good!” When Kurt pushes in again and hits him just right, he scream-moans, “Mmmmngghd!” in oversensitivity as his cock spurts weakly once more in painful rapture. And then, suddenly, his eyes fly open when Kurt slams forward forcefully and stops with a purring moan from his chest. He wants to watch him surrender to his euphoria.
“Oh-my-god. Oh-my-god. Oh-my-god! You are so damn… Ohhhh!” Kurt murmurs and chants and nudges his hips forward, trying desperately to bury himself even deeper, milking every last second of bliss as his orgasm races through each nerve-ending of his body, sending thousands of palpitating signals telling him how incredibly remarkable it is to cum inside this man. Right when it’s over, though, his mind starts reeling. What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? Kurt! Just relax. Stay present. Calm down. What’s done is done. He’s just so amazing, and what if… Kurt! Relax! Pay attention to what is happening right now! Breathe! Kurt shakes his head to quiet his mind and sucks in a huge gasp of air.
He opens his eyes to see that his new lover is still trying to catch his breath, too, so he slowly pulls out, wraps the condom in some tissues, and then collapses next to him. Kurt is pleasantly surprised when the man slides his arm under Kurt’s neck and pulls him closer. Kurt decides to let go of all pretense and slings his leg over the warm body holding him, snuggling into his embrace.
After a minute of quiet as they come back to Earth, the man laughs in elated disbelief. “So… Breakfast is long over. Lunch instead then?” he asks and kisses the top of Kurt’s head.
Kurt turns, smiling as he looks up at him, kissing him on the jaw. “Yeah. Lunch.”
—*—
“Thank you for letting me borrow some clothes.”
Kurt squeezes his hand as they walk up to the oceanside café. “You’re welcome. Good thing I bought new underwear for the trip.”
“As one does,” the man replies.
“As one must.”
“Oh, I believe that about you.” He smiles at him in wonder.
After they are seated and order their food, the man asks, “So, tell me. What else do you do to get ready for a trip?”
They make chipper small talk and gaze at each other with goofy smirks until their food is delivered. It’s half-eaten before Kurt can’t take it for another minute.
“So, tell me about yourself? You know, besides being a perfect gentleman and the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Really? The best?” The man's adorable, bushy eyebrows raise, and his grin is a little too innocent and hopeful for the subject matter.
It makes Kurt’s stomach tingle. “You heard me.” He winks and catches his lip with his teeth.
“Well, I live in New York.”
“Do you?”
“I do. And I’m a, erm…performer.”
“A performer?” Kurt asks, aghast, laughing, and then tips his head back and shakes it. “Uh-huh. Somehow, I feel like you're underselling that.”
“Well... Okay. I’m the lead in a certain Broadway play.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow as he brings his head forward again. “Is that so?”
The man blushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
“Impressive.”
There’s a lull in the conversation as they take a few bites of their food and smile coquettishly at each other. The warbling of the tropical birds in the nearby trees wafts through the outdoor covered patio where rays of sunshine sneak through the thatched rooftop.
Finally, Kurt takes a sip of his drink, and as he sets it down, he casually says, “Funny thing. I’m from New York.”
“Are you?”
“Indeed,” Kurt replies.
“What a coincidence.”
“You think?”
“Mmmm,” the man hums. He pushes his food around on his plate, his leg moving rapidly as he tries not to bounce up and down in his chair. “You know, you look an awful lot like someone I know.”
Kurt gasps and clutches his heart. “No! You don’t say.”
“Yeah. This extraordinary man I met. He’s an Obie Award-winning, Tony-nominated costume designer,” he says in awe, as if the very thought fills his soul with joy.
“Is he?” Kurt wipes his mouth off with his napkin and sits back in his chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him, crossing them so they bump up against the other man’s under the table. He gently glides his fingers over his own arm, his eyes locked in a gaze with him.
“He’s also acted on Broadway, too. He even wrote a play that debuted off-Broadway last season.”
“Huh,” is all Kurt says.
“Yeah. Uhm. I met him a few months ago at a fundraiser. He has these eyes that seem to constantly change color, like the rolling of the ocean in the early morning hours.” His own eyes briefly wander over to the sea not even 50 feet away before drifting back to Kurt’s. “I get lost in them whenever I’m around him. It makes it difficult to find the words to tell him what he means to me.” Absent-mindedly, the man rubs his hand up and down his glass on the table, the condensation cooling his nerves. “He recently asked me out on a date.”
“Did he? That must have been very brave of him. I imagine he finds it hard to find words when looking into your eyes, too. I’m sure they remind him of a field of wild sunflowers on a summer day.” It doesn’t escape Kurt’s notice, the astonished expression on the man’s face at the compliment.
“It was brave. So brave.” He nods and then makes a melancholic hum. “And I froze for way too long, trying to wrap my mind around the fact that, somehow, this spectacular man was actually asking me out on a date. And then—Some people interrupted us, and before I knew what had happened, he was gone.” He takes another deep breath and begins again.
“By that point, we had been texting each other often, almost every day. And we talked on the phone a few times and bumped into each other at events every few weeks for months. And I just stood there because… I’ve never wanted anything as much as I wanted him to be my everything at that moment. It was like I was looking at my future, and I—and I just—God, Kurt, I’m so sorry.”
“Blaine.” Kurt suddenly knows how Blaine must have felt because he’s at a loss for words now, too. His hands swipe across his cheeks to catch his tears, and he wonders if his heart will stay in his chest with the way it’s beating against his ribs. “I’m—You came all this way to tell me you’re sorry? To another country?”
“Yes. Your phone is off like you told me it would be. And even if it wasn’t, it’s not something I wanted to try to explain in text anyway. I couldn’t live with the thought that you came here not knowing how I felt, what I genuinely want.” He closes his eyes and centers himself again. When he opens them, he gives Kurt a timid smile. “And… You did sort of spill quite a few details about where you were going that night we texted until four in the morning. I know it was a few days before the fiasco where I lost my mind in your presence, but there were winky faces and heart emojis along with those details. I wondered if you were trying to get me to come with you. And I don’t know… After what happened, I knew I had to find you. I thought maybe you wanted to be found.”
“Blaine, I—” he blurts out in a half sob. He can’t believe Blaine flew all this way to see him—to apologize, to make sure he was okay.
“And the moment I got here, I was getting ready to knock on your door, and then I saw you out on the beach. I couldn't wait. I couldn't wait to tell you how I felt, to say everything I should have said, and then… Well, we didn’t quite get to that part until just now.” Blaine waves his hand towards the ocean. “Our bodies sort of…Uhm.”
“Went haywire with all the built-up sexual tension?” Kurt says through a hiccuped laugh-cry.
“Yeah. That. If I was going to approach you, I knew I had to be just as naked and vulnerable as you were.”
“At least you were smart enough to grab a towel on your way down to the beach.”
They laugh at each other and search each other’s eyes, trying to make sure the other one is alright and that, somehow, they are going to find their way through this. Together.
“And Kurt, I am fully aware that this is your vacation. And the reason you’re here is important. I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. Your mental health is important, and I admire you so much that you’re doing what your doctor told you. So, I will be gone the second you ask me to be. And I hope I’ll see you when you get back to New York, as soon as you’re ready to talk.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. Although, what if I don’t want you to leave? What if having you here is exactly what I need?”
“I have a whole week. And I’m all yours if you want me. Everything at your pace, Kurt.”
“Where will you stay?”
“I checked the resort when I got in; they have a room if I want it in the main hotel up the hill. I left my bag with the bellhop for now.”
“My bungalow has two bedrooms. Stay with me?”
“You’re sure?”
“I don’t want to miss a minute with you. And if we need space, you’ll have your own room.” Kurt takes a second to gather the courage to say what he must, even if his voice is shaky. “Blaine, is this—I mean, what are we doing? I’m here to heal and try and relax, and I can’t be twisted up in knots wondering what we’re—what’s going on with us.”
“That’s understandable. I—Uhm. I made sure to untangle myself from everything before I came. And we—”
Kurt jumps in. “What about…” He’s not going to say the guy's name that Blaine was sort of dating but not really dating; it definitely wasn’t exclusive. Kurt’s unsure of the exact details.
“There’s no one else, Kurt. It’s all over and done like it should have been long ago. Besides, there was never a chance for anyone else once I met you. I hadn’t told you I ended it with him yet because that seemed intense when I hadn’t even shared how I felt about you yet. And just so you know, it’s been over a month since I’ve even talked to him.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I want this to work, Kurt. And I’m willing to go at your speed, however long that takes. You should know, though, that I’m all in if you want me to be.”
Kurt inhales deeply, still in shock that he’s sitting here and this is happening. “It took me so long to work up the courage to ask you on that date, and I think it’s because there’s so much,” he waves between the two of them, “whatever this is with us, and it feels explosive. Consuming. Like it’s going to be all or nothing with us from the very beginning.”
Blaine laughs and nods in agreement. “Yeah. I would say this morning was Exhibit A.”
Kurt grins. “Exactly. You know what I think, Blaine Anderson?”
“What do you think, Kurt Hummel?”
“I think we should be boyfriends.”
Blaine’s eyes scrunch in happiness, and he tucks his palms under his thighs as if to keep himself from jumping into Kurt’s lap in the middle of the restaurant. “Do you?”
“Mhhmm.”
“Why, I do believe I love your pace, Mr. Hummel. So, boyfriends then?”
“Boyfriends,” Kurt agrees.
They intertwine their ankles under the table and shiver when their leg hair bristles their skin as they brush up against each other, looking up shyly under their lashes for a moment.
“You know what else I think we should do?” Kurt asks.
“Tell me,” Blaine replies, his heart dancing. “Is it ‘later’ yet?” He waggles his eyebrows.
“Oh, yes. It’s later. And then, I think we should take a nap.” They both laugh and tilt their heads, nodding that it’s a fabulous idea. “And then we should wander off to the market and get groceries to make dinner together at the bungalow and sing show tunes at the top of our lungs in the kitchen. How many times have we said we wanted to sing together?”
“That sounds like the stuff of dreams,” Blaine declares, biting his lip to try and contain his grin.
“The best kind.”
“Mmhm. And then, maybe we should talk until the wee hours of the morning like we usually do. Only this time, we can slip into your private pool in the moonlight instead of being obscured behind our phones or trading longing glances across crowded rooms.”
“Yes, let's! Do I get to kiss you as much as I want to?” Kurt asks coyly.
“Well, yes. That goes without saying. Whenever and wherever you choose. I’m never saying goodbye to you.”
“I love the sound of that.”
“Me, too.”