Just a little something I whipped up. Merry Christmas everyone!
"Anything else?" The sandy haired barista asked as he passed Blaine two cups of coffee. He flashed Blaine a dazzling grin which somehow managed to appear cheerful and smouldering at the same time. Blaine flushed pink.
"Uh, no thanks," he mumbled.
"If there's anything I can get you, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask," the barista continued. It was clear by his tone that he was offering Blaine far more than coffee.
Kurt, returning from the bathroom, took one glance at this exchange and realised what was going on right away. He marched over. "Did you get my coffee? Thanks, baby," he said loudly, linking his arm through Blaine's and grinning at his boyfriend manically.
The barista instantly looked put out, and Kurt gave him a sweet, sarcastic smile as he propelled Blaine away from the bar and over to their usual table by the window. As they walked, Blaine began to chuckle. "I hate it when guys hit on me. I never know what to do," he confessed.
"You tell them to go away," Kurt quipped.
They sat down, Kurt stretching across the table and lacing their fingers together. Blaine slid over the cup of coffee he had picked up for him. For a moment they were both silent, watching the first drifts of snow twirl past the window. Kurt removed the lid from his cup and softly blew away the invasion of steam that poured its way out.
"I think we should start our Christmas shopping this weekend," he suggested. "I want you to be with me, because I haven't got a clue what to get you. Though I'm sticking to my guns about buying you some socks. We can't have you flashing your ankles all of the time; people will start to the wrong idea."
"Ha-ha," Blaine replied sarcastically. He took his first sip of coffee, and instantly let out a pained hiss.
"Too hot?" Kurt enquired.
"Just a little," Blaine replied, his words almost incomprehensible as he stuck out the tip of his tongue. "I think my tongues about to drop off."
"Here," Kurt offered, leaning over the table.
And, not caring that they were sat in public, especially not caring that they were right by a window, he kissed Blaine full on the mouth. At first Kurt simply massaged Blaine's lips with his own, then he ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip in a fashion that made his boyfriend purr. Gently Kurt prised open Blaine's lips, slowly sliding his tongue in and out of the other boys mouth, pausing to flick the roof of Blaine's mouth with his tip of his tongue. Blaine gripped Kurt's fingers as though his life depended on it. Next Kurt swirled their tongues around each other, concentrating particularly on the part where Blaine had been burnt. However when Kurt noticed his knee slipping its way subconsciously between Blaine's legs, almost rubbing against his crotch, he knew they had to stop.
Quickly Kurt pulled away, pecking Blaine quickly on the nose before sitting back. "Better?" he said.
"Much better," Blaine grinned, and he lifted Kurt's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles before discreetly sucking once. Kurt trembled.
"Let's get out of here. We've definitely had way too much, ah, coffee," he declared.
Blaine chuckled. They stood up, linking arms again as they turned to leave. Kurt couldn't help but consciously sweep the room with his eyes for any stares as they went, but he was thankful to find that nobody had seemed to bat an eyelid at his and Blaine's little show. Well, except for somebody.
The barista was loudly stacking up some cups, his jaw tight as he stared resolutely away from Kurt and Blaine as they passed. Smugly, Kurt nuzzled closer to his boyfriend. He couldn't wait for the next time their coffee was too hot.
"Coffee" somehow turned in to a metaphor, haha. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!