Distracting, KurtxBlaine, PG-13
Title: Distracting
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 419
Summary: #674: I didn’t tell you because I knew this is exactly how you’d react.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: Prompt taken from staringout and filled in 500 words or less. Un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
I didn’t tell you because I knew this is exactly how you’d react.
“How could you not tell me?” Blaine asked, crossed-legged on the mattress and magazine open on his lap. “Fi not telling me, I understand. But you? You, of all people.”
Kurt was slipping into his nightshirt, and when he had it on, he dropped his hands onto the flare of his hips. “Blaine.”
Blaine frowned at him, flicked close the magazine. “Am I the only one who didn’t know she was dating someone?”
Kurt sighed, lowered his arms and moved to crawl onto the bed. “Rachel didn’t know,” he said as he flopped against the pillows. Blaine looked down at him, and Kurt drew his leg up to nudge at him until he flopped back, too. “She’s horrible at keeping secrets, you know.”
Blaine frowned when Kurt brushed his lips across the corner of his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you would react like this,” Kurt mumbled, sliding his mouth down Blaine’s jaw to the lobe of his ear. “I knew you’d get all prickly and tense. Prickly, mostly.” Kurt lifted a hand and dragged his fingertips down Blaine’s stubbly cheek. “Not much I can do with a prickly husband.”
“You’re distracting from the subject,” Blaine said as Kurt’s hand wandered across the line of his hip to his thigh, and then he spread his fingers out, palmed at his ass while he sucked a mark into the crook of Blaine’s shoulder.
“Not distracting,” Kurt justified with a smile. “Avoiding would be a more appropriate term, I think.”
“Oh really.” Blaine scrunched his eyebrows together as Kurt rolled him onto his back, knees cradling his hips and hands pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. “I don’t want to avoid the subject.”
Kurt’s nightshirt was riding up on his thighs, and Blaine involuntarily moved his hands to grip the pale, smooth skin.
“Too bad, because I want to avoid the subject,” Kurt said, and as he bent forward to trace the contour of Blaine’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, he whispered easily, “Josephine invited Michael over to dinner this Friday. I told her you’d make your famous stir fry.”
Blaine struggled to sit up, but when he did, he fumbled around for words, jaw working for some type of protest, but Kurt just laughed, rich and genuine and maybe a little malicious. He wrapped a palm around the back of Blaine’s neck, eyes shining, and he drew him in a kiss that was long and open, and very, very distracting.
Author: sailorraspberry
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 419
Summary: #674: I didn’t tell you because I knew this is exactly how you’d react.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Future!fic, set in the Sweet Little Thing 'verse.
Author Notes: Prompt taken from staringout and filled in 500 words or less. Un-beta'd. All mistakes are mine.
I didn’t tell you because I knew this is exactly how you’d react.
“How could you not tell me?” Blaine asked, crossed-legged on the mattress and magazine open on his lap. “Fi not telling me, I understand. But you? You, of all people.”
Kurt was slipping into his nightshirt, and when he had it on, he dropped his hands onto the flare of his hips. “Blaine.”
Blaine frowned at him, flicked close the magazine. “Am I the only one who didn’t know she was dating someone?”
Kurt sighed, lowered his arms and moved to crawl onto the bed. “Rachel didn’t know,” he said as he flopped against the pillows. Blaine looked down at him, and Kurt drew his leg up to nudge at him until he flopped back, too. “She’s horrible at keeping secrets, you know.”
Blaine frowned when Kurt brushed his lips across the corner of his mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you would react like this,” Kurt mumbled, sliding his mouth down Blaine’s jaw to the lobe of his ear. “I knew you’d get all prickly and tense. Prickly, mostly.” Kurt lifted a hand and dragged his fingertips down Blaine’s stubbly cheek. “Not much I can do with a prickly husband.”
“You’re distracting from the subject,” Blaine said as Kurt’s hand wandered across the line of his hip to his thigh, and then he spread his fingers out, palmed at his ass while he sucked a mark into the crook of Blaine’s shoulder.
“Not distracting,” Kurt justified with a smile. “Avoiding would be a more appropriate term, I think.”
“Oh really.” Blaine scrunched his eyebrows together as Kurt rolled him onto his back, knees cradling his hips and hands pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. “I don’t want to avoid the subject.”
Kurt’s nightshirt was riding up on his thighs, and Blaine involuntarily moved his hands to grip the pale, smooth skin.
“Too bad, because I want to avoid the subject,” Kurt said, and as he bent forward to trace the contour of Blaine’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, he whispered easily, “Josephine invited Michael over to dinner this Friday. I told her you’d make your famous stir fry.”
Blaine struggled to sit up, but when he did, he fumbled around for words, jaw working for some type of protest, but Kurt just laughed, rich and genuine and maybe a little malicious. He wrapped a palm around the back of Blaine’s neck, eyes shining, and he drew him in a kiss that was long and open, and very, very distracting.