Kurt leaned back in his lawn chair and sighed with contentment. The sun turned the colour of the insides of his eyelids red, even with his designer sunglasses on. He could feel his skin warming under the pulsing hot rays, but the smell of his coconut-lime sunscreen reassured him he had nothing to fear but getting a nice brown tan.

It was the first day of summer, and Kurt was currently stretched out on an adjustable lawn chair in the vast backyard of the Anderson household. Beside him, the large blue pool glistened, but he felt no desire to jump in and cool off. He was far too comfortable.
Blaine's family was moderately wealthy, enough to send their eldest son to the expensive private school Dalton Academy, as well as own a spacious, well-kept mansion complete with an outdoor pool, home gym, and Jacuzzi. The first time Kurt had visited the house he was more impressed by the stylish furnishings of the room than of its size. Blaine's family was the best kind of rich – fashionable and loaded but completely modest about it. He had a younger sister and brother, but they attended private schools that continued over summer in another region and didn't live at home. His parents also both worked full-time, leaving the house empty most of the time except for Blaine (and more recently, Kurt). Today was no exception, so the boys decided to take advantage of the pool.
Blaine was inside fixing himself and Kurt some iced lemonade. It was just past lunch, the hottest time of the day, and he knew it wouldn't be long before they finally went swimming. He had to admit, he was sort of looking forward to seeing Kurt shirtless – he'd been wearing a light cotton button up since he arrived. I hope he's not uncomfortable being in just our bathing suits... he thought offhandedly to himself, but quickly brushed away the thought. Kurt may be self-conscious about some things, but his body was definitely not one of them.

Having finished making the drinks, Blaine made his way to the backward, a glass in each hand. He came around the corner towards the pool area and stopped, his eyes widening at what he saw.
Kurt, seeming to have finally felt the full heat of the sun, was stripping off his white, three-quarter sleeve shirt, pulling it still-buttoned over his head rather than unbutton it the slow way. The motion left his hair a bit dishevelled, and his face and chest were glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His torso and arms were quite defined with muscle, and were an even shade of peach. No farmer's tan evident of course. His stomach seemed trim but subtle abs were made apparent while he was straining to take his shirt off a moment before. He had small, pink nipples on a slightly sculpted chest, which was rose briefly as he inhaled a large breath of air and let it out slowly.
Blaine gulped, realizing his mouth had been hanging open (and practically drooling) at the sight of Kurt half-naked. He cleared his throat, making sure his voice still worked, and walked over to Kurt's chair.

"Your drink, sir." He said playfully, handing him one of the lemonades with a small bow.
"Is it iced?" Kurt asked, accepting it with both hands.
"But of course." Blaine replied, taking a seat in the chair beside him.
"Oh perfect, I'm sweltering." Kurt took a small sip, before gulping down half the glass.
The other boy chuckled, sipping his unhurriedly. "Thirsty, are we?" Kurt stopped drinking, flushing at his manners, and wiped his mouth with his finger as he set down the drink. "I guess I didn't realize it until I started drinking."
Blaine smiled. "Yeah, it's gotten really hot out. Wanna go for a dip?" Not waiting for an answer, he put down his own drink and jumped up, throwing his own shirt on the chair and ran towards the pool. Kurt, having no choice but to follow, quickly (but gently) set down his designer shades and ran up to the edge of the pool. He stopped there, his toes dangling over the ledge.
"Coming in or what?" Blaine asked, surfacing from his cannon ball. Kurt looked unsure, pondering something.
"Is it cold?" he said.
"Nah, it's great. The sun warmed it up."
He didn't seem to be buying it. "Aw c'mon Kurt, don't make me come up there and force you in." Blaine threatened. He moved towards the other boy, a coy smirk on his face.
"You wouldn't dare."Kurt watched him warily.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" he waded closer.
"No, because if you did I would have to stop speaking to you for a week." Kurt looked nervous, despite his flimsy threat.
" Perhaps I can live without. At least for a week."
Kurt looked hurt. "Really?" he asked.
Blaine's smile broadened. "I bet I could find something else for your mouth to do, since it won't be speaking."
Kurt didn't seem to be getting the flirtatious nature of Blaine's taunts. Ah, he was so innocent.
Blaine moved in closer, less than two feet away from the edge of the pool. He was getting a kick out of this. He wouldn't actually throw Kurt into the water against his will.. at least he hadn't planning to.
"I think your bluffing." Announced the fair-haired teen, putting his hands on his hips.
"You do, eh?" Blaine got to the wall of the pool, standing just below Kurt. He looked up at him, seeing every inch of his fine-muscled body.
"Then I'll just have to prove to you I'm not."

Suddenly, he sprang out of the water, heaving himself over the side. He sprung on Kurt, who let out an adorable squeal, and swept him up so that he was holding him wedding style.
"Still think I'm bluffing?" he asked, his tone casual but his face beaming. Kurt's eyes were wide with shock as he met the playful gaze of his boyfriend. He opened his mouth and closed it multiple times, trying to come up with a witty response.
Blaine watched his mouth, at first to wait for a reply but soon forgetting and simply staring at it. Kurt's lips were perfect, pink and smooth and firm. Without realizing it, Blaine was licking his own lips, thinking about how badly he wanted to crush Kurt's with his own and slide his tongue along them and-
"Blaine?"
"Uh..what? Sorry?" he blinked rapidly, focusing again on the fair-skinned boy he still held in his arms – which were starting to cramp a little.
"Not that this isn't er, romantic and all, but weren't you threatening to throw me in against my own will?" Kurt asked, moving his shoulders uncomfortably. Oh. Right. He set him down on the concrete.
"Sorry, umm yeah.. why don't we just jump in together? It's really not that cold, I promise." He replied, flushing bright red. What am I doing? He thought, embarrassed at himself.

Kurt grabbed his hand, now standing beside him with his toes again curled over the pool ledge.
"On the count of three?"
Blaine nodded, smiling again but timidly. "One," he started.
"Two."
"Three!" They threw themselves into the air, hands clasped, and splashed into the refreshing water.
"Ack! Blaine you liar, you said it wasn't cold!"
Blaine laughed. "I bluffed."

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Hey! Thanks for the views and comments on the first chapter, I know it was really short. This one is longer, but I promise the next one will have more fluff! Please R & R, and once again, I don't own Glee or its characters. More chapters coming soon!