Fic: boys of summer [1/1]
Media: Fic
Title: boys of summer
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine and Kurt enjoying a lazy summer morning.
AN: Prompt was "sun." ^^ Title taken from Don Henley's "Boys of Summer."
Sun is pouring in, feather-light, through the side window. It’s mid-morning in a summer-after-senior year. But it’s still early summer so the urgency of Blaine-going-to-Oberlin and Kurt-going-to-Princeton hasn’t settled in yet. The five-hundred-mile distance hasn’t settled in yet. They’re still riding on a high of graduation and graduation parties and their first time making love (a week ago, in Blaine’s bed while his parents were at some company barbeque event) and the airy, heady rush of summer.
They had been perfectly content making out on the couch in Kurt’s living room. Burt and Carole were both working and Finn was still well asleep for at least three more hours so it was like they had the house to themselves. This was the making out of mid-mornings in early summer. This was slow and touchy and steamed through and soft, fingertips brushing fingertips and cheeks, feet caressing each other, quiet mmms being traded between lips.
They’d broken apart for a brief respite of hazel meeting blue, silent. And Kurt stroked over Blaine’s un-gelled curls, tracing the sweat-dampened ones at the back of his neck while Blaine numbered Kurt’s ribs underneath his tanktop. Something distracted the boy though and he had broken his gaze with Kurt to pass it on to the carpet near the couch. A brief laugh pushed from his lungs as he hoisted himself up by his hands to hover over Kurt. Blaine mumbled I used to do this all the time, as a kid, against his lips and glided off him to settle on the floor. Before Kurt can even finish the breathy What? he understands.
Blaine found a patch of buttery sunlight spread over the carpet and claimed it as his own. Stretching over it like a cat would, he twists a little, smile wide on his face and eyes closed. Then those eyeshine-lit eyes opened and he tilted his head back at what couldn’t have been a comfortable angle, sending Kurt a lovably hopeful look.
Which is how Burt finds them when he comes home for lunch. The both of them sprawled easily into one another, Kurt on his back with one of Blaine’s hands in his hair and the other slung dangerously low in his hips, Blaine curled into Kurt who’s painting lazy lines up and down Blaine’s spine with one hand and teasing beneath the hem of his shirt with the other. Blaine’s toes brush at Kurt’s shins where he has his knees pulled up a little and Kurt’s nose is buried into Blaine’s curls. Their eyes are both closed lightly, lashes splayed over sun-kissed plateaus of cheeks as they bask together, carefree, in the smooth plain of summer sunlight.
Title: boys of summer
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine and Kurt enjoying a lazy summer morning.
AN: Prompt was "sun." ^^ Title taken from Don Henley's "Boys of Summer."
Sun is pouring in, feather-light, through the side window. It’s mid-morning in a summer-after-senior year. But it’s still early summer so the urgency of Blaine-going-to-Oberlin and Kurt-going-to-Princeton hasn’t settled in yet. The five-hundred-mile distance hasn’t settled in yet. They’re still riding on a high of graduation and graduation parties and their first time making love (a week ago, in Blaine’s bed while his parents were at some company barbeque event) and the airy, heady rush of summer.
They had been perfectly content making out on the couch in Kurt’s living room. Burt and Carole were both working and Finn was still well asleep for at least three more hours so it was like they had the house to themselves. This was the making out of mid-mornings in early summer. This was slow and touchy and steamed through and soft, fingertips brushing fingertips and cheeks, feet caressing each other, quiet mmms being traded between lips.
They’d broken apart for a brief respite of hazel meeting blue, silent. And Kurt stroked over Blaine’s un-gelled curls, tracing the sweat-dampened ones at the back of his neck while Blaine numbered Kurt’s ribs underneath his tanktop. Something distracted the boy though and he had broken his gaze with Kurt to pass it on to the carpet near the couch. A brief laugh pushed from his lungs as he hoisted himself up by his hands to hover over Kurt. Blaine mumbled I used to do this all the time, as a kid, against his lips and glided off him to settle on the floor. Before Kurt can even finish the breathy What? he understands.
Blaine found a patch of buttery sunlight spread over the carpet and claimed it as his own. Stretching over it like a cat would, he twists a little, smile wide on his face and eyes closed. Then those eyeshine-lit eyes opened and he tilted his head back at what couldn’t have been a comfortable angle, sending Kurt a lovably hopeful look.
Which is how Burt finds them when he comes home for lunch. The both of them sprawled easily into one another, Kurt on his back with one of Blaine’s hands in his hair and the other slung dangerously low in his hips, Blaine curled into Kurt who’s painting lazy lines up and down Blaine’s spine with one hand and teasing beneath the hem of his shirt with the other. Blaine’s toes brush at Kurt’s shins where he has his knees pulled up a little and Kurt’s nose is buried into Blaine’s curls. Their eyes are both closed lightly, lashes splayed over sun-kissed plateaus of cheeks as they bask together, carefree, in the smooth plain of summer sunlight.