Fic: so hot that i melted [1/1]
Media: Fic
Title: so hot that i melted
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: not nearly as smutty as it should be...
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine makes the mistake of watching Kurt each a popsicle...
AN: Prompt was "kurt+ summer + popsicle = blaine getting a little...nervous." Comes with a side-order of Quam, or Kublam, depending on where you stand! Title take from Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours"
It was quarter to seven, middle of July, and somehow the temperature hadn’t dropped much since midday. This was fine with most of the New Directions kids though as they continued their outdoor revelry. It had started with an impromptu sort of barbeque-picnic in Sam’s backyard with all the Glee kids invited. That fed into the late night, with everyone in good spirits and high cheer. It was the lovely, lazy area of summer where the thrill of end-of-school (or in some cases, graduating) has died down but the rush of fuck-we-still-have-to-go-back-in-September hasn’t quite breached sun-soaked minds yet.
Everyone was more or less enjoying their time together, a true moment of New Directions existing as a harmonious family. There was a group grooving to Puck on his acoustic, another oohing and ahing with Sam’s littler brother over sparklers that someone had dug out and another getting schooled by his younger sister in a pick-up game of soccer.
Kurt, however, was set a little off from everyone else, arms wrapped around his knees as he watched the violet and orange in the sky fade to a deep indigo. Every so often he would glance a fond smile over to Blaine who was chatting happily with Brittany. Tilting his head back a little, he watched the stars a moment, letting himself just be happy without true reason for it.
“That patch of grass taken?” asked a familiar voice. Kurt could hear the smile on it and glanced up, returning with one of his own. Sam was standing over him, sure enough grinning wide and holding a purple popsicle in each hand, just starting to drip.
“Not at all,” Kurt replied with a wave of his hand. Sam’s grin widened as he sat down and extended one of the popsicles to him. Kurt eyed it warily, lips pursed. “There are preservatives in that. And lots of fake sugar.”
Sam rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, and it’s good.” As if to prove his point, he noisily slurped on his, making an exaggerated sound of contentment afterward. He nudged Kurt with his elbow, grinning a grape-stained grin to him. “C’mon, it’s like a slushie in a more solid form. This is totally empowerment right here.”
“Stick it to the man, I suppose,” Kurt said and took the offered treat. It was worth it when Sam’s face lit up. Smiling softly, Kurt ducked his head and started in on the popsicle. They enjoy their dessert in relative quiet, the only sounds being the unavoidable ones of eating popsicles in mid-July heat. Both of their popsicles had narrowed sufficiently when Blaine ambled over.
Dropping a hand to Kurt’s shoulder, he grinned and plopped down next to him. “Hey.” Glancing past his boyfriend, he nodded to Sam as well, “Heya Sam.
Kurt smiled wide to him and returned the greeting, as does Sam, before Blaine was chuckling, eyes bright. “What is so funny?” Kurt wanted to know, taking another lick at his popsicle.
“Both your mouths are completely purple,” Blaine replied, grin still prominent as his hand snuck over to tangle fingers with one of Kurt’s. Sam just laughed at his statement, nodding, while Kurt screwed his nose up a little.
“Well, if it bothers you that much why don’t you just lick it off?” He meant it entirely as a joke, cocking one eyebrow up and sending a smirk Blaine’s way. Sam laughed in the background, shaking his head a little.
And then the next thing Kurt knew, Blaine was up close and licking over his lips.
His mouth dropped open as his boyfriend pulled away, caught between aroused and appalled. Sam was blushing high but laughing to himself. Sucking the last chunk of flavored ice from his stick, Sam rose. “That’s my cue to leave the two of you alone,” he said, grinning gamely, and shuffled off toward Quinn who was carefully lighting another sparkler for his little brother.
Blaine and Kurt both watched him leave and then met each other’s gaze, Kurt’s questioning, Blaine’s amused. “That was your fault,” Kurt announced haughtily, pushing the popsicle into his mouth.
“Oh, I’m aware,” Blaine replied, something dark and thick in his voice.
Kurt just laughed at his boyfriends attempt to sound seductive, Blaine joining in after a moment to fake being hurt. They shared the amiable silence that Kurt and Sam had had just moments before, fingers weaving over and under each other. Kurt worked on his popsicle and somewhere in the night’s silence, Blaine got entranced.
He watched as Kurt’s lips rolled over the purple ice, juice dripping from the end of the ice-pop, as Kurt hummed at the flavoring, pulled the pop out of his mouth slow and then traced up the side of it with a long, broad stroke of his tongue, as he sucked around just the tip of the popsicle, tugging it from his mouth with a slight sound and then giggling, licking the excess from his lips.
Blaine swallowed and swore to himself that the sweating was just from the heat, nothing else. The sudden, slight tightness in his pants, however… And then Kurt had the whole damn thing all the way in his mouth and was humming happily around it, eyes closed in something close to childlike enjoyment. Except Blaine’s thoughts were far from childlike.
Just as he was opening his mouth to suggest that he and Kurt find a more private place, Kurt removed the popsicle from his mouth only to have a line of juice dribble over his wrist and down his forearm. “Oops,” Kurt intoned quietly before ducking his head and licked up the line of his inner-arm.
“Okay,” is all Blaine said, frantic tone in his voice, before gripping Kurt’s wrist and tugging the popsicle to his lips. Taking the rest of the treat into his mouth, most of it gone to slush, he heaved Kurt forward by the neck and pressed their lips together. Kurt made a surprised noise into the kiss before relaxing a little. Only to squeak again, feeling the touch of a cold tongue against his, flavored over with grape. They broke apart after a moment, eyes meeting and chests pushing a little harder than usual.
By mutual decision, they stood up and scuttled across the yard, Blaine tugging on their joined hands a little. Sam, crouching beside his baby brother with Quinn leaning in close, saw they rushing off and laughed to himself. Looking over from the glow of the sparklers, he could just see the sticky shine of purple popsicle over Quinn’s lips.
Title: so hot that i melted
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: not nearly as smutty as it should be...
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine makes the mistake of watching Kurt each a popsicle...
AN: Prompt was "kurt+ summer + popsicle = blaine getting a little...nervous." Comes with a side-order of Quam, or Kublam, depending on where you stand! Title take from Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours"
It was quarter to seven, middle of July, and somehow the temperature hadn’t dropped much since midday. This was fine with most of the New Directions kids though as they continued their outdoor revelry. It had started with an impromptu sort of barbeque-picnic in Sam’s backyard with all the Glee kids invited. That fed into the late night, with everyone in good spirits and high cheer. It was the lovely, lazy area of summer where the thrill of end-of-school (or in some cases, graduating) has died down but the rush of fuck-we-still-have-to-go-back-in-September hasn’t quite breached sun-soaked minds yet.
Everyone was more or less enjoying their time together, a true moment of New Directions existing as a harmonious family. There was a group grooving to Puck on his acoustic, another oohing and ahing with Sam’s littler brother over sparklers that someone had dug out and another getting schooled by his younger sister in a pick-up game of soccer.
Kurt, however, was set a little off from everyone else, arms wrapped around his knees as he watched the violet and orange in the sky fade to a deep indigo. Every so often he would glance a fond smile over to Blaine who was chatting happily with Brittany. Tilting his head back a little, he watched the stars a moment, letting himself just be happy without true reason for it.
“That patch of grass taken?” asked a familiar voice. Kurt could hear the smile on it and glanced up, returning with one of his own. Sam was standing over him, sure enough grinning wide and holding a purple popsicle in each hand, just starting to drip.
“Not at all,” Kurt replied with a wave of his hand. Sam’s grin widened as he sat down and extended one of the popsicles to him. Kurt eyed it warily, lips pursed. “There are preservatives in that. And lots of fake sugar.”
Sam rolled his eyes and nodded. “Yeah, and it’s good.” As if to prove his point, he noisily slurped on his, making an exaggerated sound of contentment afterward. He nudged Kurt with his elbow, grinning a grape-stained grin to him. “C’mon, it’s like a slushie in a more solid form. This is totally empowerment right here.”
“Stick it to the man, I suppose,” Kurt said and took the offered treat. It was worth it when Sam’s face lit up. Smiling softly, Kurt ducked his head and started in on the popsicle. They enjoy their dessert in relative quiet, the only sounds being the unavoidable ones of eating popsicles in mid-July heat. Both of their popsicles had narrowed sufficiently when Blaine ambled over.
Dropping a hand to Kurt’s shoulder, he grinned and plopped down next to him. “Hey.” Glancing past his boyfriend, he nodded to Sam as well, “Heya Sam.
Kurt smiled wide to him and returned the greeting, as does Sam, before Blaine was chuckling, eyes bright. “What is so funny?” Kurt wanted to know, taking another lick at his popsicle.
“Both your mouths are completely purple,” Blaine replied, grin still prominent as his hand snuck over to tangle fingers with one of Kurt’s. Sam just laughed at his statement, nodding, while Kurt screwed his nose up a little.
“Well, if it bothers you that much why don’t you just lick it off?” He meant it entirely as a joke, cocking one eyebrow up and sending a smirk Blaine’s way. Sam laughed in the background, shaking his head a little.
And then the next thing Kurt knew, Blaine was up close and licking over his lips.
His mouth dropped open as his boyfriend pulled away, caught between aroused and appalled. Sam was blushing high but laughing to himself. Sucking the last chunk of flavored ice from his stick, Sam rose. “That’s my cue to leave the two of you alone,” he said, grinning gamely, and shuffled off toward Quinn who was carefully lighting another sparkler for his little brother.
Blaine and Kurt both watched him leave and then met each other’s gaze, Kurt’s questioning, Blaine’s amused. “That was your fault,” Kurt announced haughtily, pushing the popsicle into his mouth.
“Oh, I’m aware,” Blaine replied, something dark and thick in his voice.
Kurt just laughed at his boyfriends attempt to sound seductive, Blaine joining in after a moment to fake being hurt. They shared the amiable silence that Kurt and Sam had had just moments before, fingers weaving over and under each other. Kurt worked on his popsicle and somewhere in the night’s silence, Blaine got entranced.
He watched as Kurt’s lips rolled over the purple ice, juice dripping from the end of the ice-pop, as Kurt hummed at the flavoring, pulled the pop out of his mouth slow and then traced up the side of it with a long, broad stroke of his tongue, as he sucked around just the tip of the popsicle, tugging it from his mouth with a slight sound and then giggling, licking the excess from his lips.
Blaine swallowed and swore to himself that the sweating was just from the heat, nothing else. The sudden, slight tightness in his pants, however… And then Kurt had the whole damn thing all the way in his mouth and was humming happily around it, eyes closed in something close to childlike enjoyment. Except Blaine’s thoughts were far from childlike.
Just as he was opening his mouth to suggest that he and Kurt find a more private place, Kurt removed the popsicle from his mouth only to have a line of juice dribble over his wrist and down his forearm. “Oops,” Kurt intoned quietly before ducking his head and licked up the line of his inner-arm.
“Okay,” is all Blaine said, frantic tone in his voice, before gripping Kurt’s wrist and tugging the popsicle to his lips. Taking the rest of the treat into his mouth, most of it gone to slush, he heaved Kurt forward by the neck and pressed their lips together. Kurt made a surprised noise into the kiss before relaxing a little. Only to squeak again, feeling the touch of a cold tongue against his, flavored over with grape. They broke apart after a moment, eyes meeting and chests pushing a little harder than usual.
By mutual decision, they stood up and scuttled across the yard, Blaine tugging on their joined hands a little. Sam, crouching beside his baby brother with Quinn leaning in close, saw they rushing off and laughed to himself. Looking over from the glow of the sparklers, he could just see the sticky shine of purple popsicle over Quinn’s lips.