Chocolate Freckles
A cute future!fic. Enjoy!
It was Saturday night, and after a stressful work week, all Noah felt like doing was dozing off, sprawled out on their living room sofa after a take-out dinner (Chinese for him, the local pizza place's garden salad for Kurt). He was so glad that Kurt was so in sync with him, because the first thing Noah saw when he came home was a bunch of cardboard take-out boxes arranged in a neat row on the coffee table.
Kurt smiled at him from where he was putting in a DVD. "Hey hun." He called. "Long day? I got you extra fried rice."
He closed his eyes and inhaled the familiar smells of Chinese food for a moment, basking in the awesomeness of this moment. "Thanks."
"Yeah, yeah." Kurt got up, knees popping. He waved him off. "Go get cleaned up and change into your pj's."
They snuggled together sometime after Noah finished his wonton soup, Kurt spread horizontally on the sofa with his legs resting on Noah's lap.
He was bored, after seeing The Philadelphia Story for more or less the millionth time, and he wasn't to the point where he felt like drifting off. Noah glanced around their apartment, smiling at the pictures of his daughter sitting on a shelf in the corner. He didn't realize he was stroking Kurt's ankle until he felt one of those feet give a minute kick.
Kurt didn't look away from the screen, but made a whiny noise in the back of his throat when Noah removed his hand. "Don't stop."
Noah rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway and ran his index finger down the length of Kurt's foot. Kurt squeaked, nearly kicking Noah in the face. "Don't tickle! Rub," He advised.
"Demanding little bitch," Noah muttered. He took one foot in two of his hands, though, and gently kneaded Kurt's soft heel. It reminded him of his mother, because she used to have him give her foot massages. He's thankful that Kurt doesn't have disgusting feet. The priss pumiced them at least three times a week, and he went through foot cream like his hair products: really quickly.
Noah bowed his head to peck small, chaste kisses upon the chocolaty freckles that peppered the top of Kurt's feet-the ones Kurt were so self-conscious of, the ones Puck loved. He heard the man softly laugh above him, and his chin was nudged up until he was kissing soft, familiar lips.
"I love you," Kurt murmured after they kiss and grope a bit. They're too tired for anything else, and it's fine with them to kind of flop down in a boneless tangle of limbs. The teenage Puck would probably be offended with Noah's lack of libido, but hey, Noah isn't seventeen anymore.
He smirked around a yawn. "Love you too, babe. Now stop distracting me from the movie."