At some point it stopped being just sex. It stopped being and action and started being more of a feeling for both of them. It stopped being a want but a need to be closer to the other.
The times when they were emotional, so full of love, lust, and need were the most beautiful. They were two humans inhabiting the same space despite physics. The times they would just hold each other after, lost in their thoughts and sometimes, more often than not, thinking of the future they could have.
There were times when they would hold each other and cry. Cry because they were so exposed, vulnerable. The other boy was the only and first to see them this way. They cried because they wanted everything with each other. They wanted this to last forever. The cried because they knew it wouldn't. They knew things were going to change. But for now, they tried to push those things away. Postpone the different time zones, the hard classes, and bad roommates. They tried to postpone the time they wouldn't be seeing each other every day. But for now, they would stay here with the warm summer breeze wrapping around them through Kurt's bedroom window.
Blaine was holding Kurt close to his chest, running his fingers through his mused hair. Their legs were tangled in a mass below, the smell of vanilla, sandalwood, and sex wafting off them. They stuck together, slightly sticky with sweat, among other things. Their breathing was in sync, their heartbeats overlapped, and they simply held each other there.
Kurt hummed contently every time Blaine's fingers would brush over his forehead. The touches were soft, caressing his smooth skin. They were both too tired to move, but far too awake to sleep. There was nothing about this moment that made them want something, anything different.
Neither one wanted to break the silence that had set over the room. It was comforting. Nothing mattered but them. Nothing could bring them down from their own little paradise. But it had to be done. Often words were not necessary between them, but they were still said.
The little gasps and sighs Kurt would make mixed with the groans and hums from low in Blaine's throat created a sound like no other. Something that was purely them. Their breaths stayed heavy and their eyes stayed open. Everything about today was something no one else would ever get to see, feel, or know about but them, which made it so much more intimate. But they knew what would happen.
Graduation came, summer would be full of them, then it would be gone.
The happiness.
The courage.
The strength.
The vulnerability.
The beauty.
None of it would leave, just be postponed. Held off until the middle of the fall, then winter, and once more in spring. Those nights would be magic. So close to each other after being so far away. That one night, maybe two, they would connect, orchestrated by their sounds, before returning to their own ends of the country left to look forward to the next break.
That's how it would be, but for now, they wanted this. The closeness, the smells, the heat, the tastes, and the way their arms felt like home were wanted. Just them. Purely them.