Wrestling.
"Blaine, you're like the son I never had," Burt Hummel laughs as he headlocks a panting Blaine, both laughing while Kurt casts a weary glance over his magazine.
"Gee, thanks," he mutters before turning his attention to Ellen, successfully balancing his attention between his boyfriend and his father's wresting match, his magazine, and the television show to save himself from boredom.
"Oh, come on, Kurt!" Blaine gasps as he taps out, sighing in relief as his boyfriend's father releases his neck and excuses himself for a drink. Blaine takes the free moment to sit next to Kurt, a lot less distance between them than Burt would approve of.
Kurt rolls his eyes, "Don't tell me you're going to beg me to wrestle you."
And here come those damn eyes...
Sure enough, a slightly annoyed blue gaze meets a pleading hazel one and they both know by the melting expression of Kurt Hummel that Blaine's wish has been granted.
"Fine," the countertenor huffs, "but only one."
"Wait!"
The two lock eyes and there's a gesture from Kurt that says, in unspoken words, hurry up while the commercials are on, damn it!
"Okay," Blaine grins, "the winner gets to ask a favor of the loser and the loser cannot refuse to do it, no matter what the favo-"
"So long as it's not humiliating, fine," Kurt interrupts impatiently.
A brief minute passes while the two get into places on separate corners of the "ring" (or rather, the living room rug) before Blaine is laughing while yelling, "Go!"
Oh shit.
Now Blaine can't think because Kurt's strolling so casually over to him while putting on a seductive look and Blaine just hopes that the eye contact is keeping his boyfriend's gaze from traveling any lower on Blaine's body because if it were to happen, he would be so embarrassed and...
"Blaine."
That voice.
And now a pair of fingers are teasing at his neck and his knees are starting to shake and Kurt's only reaction is a smirk as he gently lowers his boyfriend to the floor, straddling him and pushing him to where his torso is flat on the ground.
Kurt grins, because Blaine's breathing is heavy and his eyes are glazed over and Kurt knows that he's won, because Blaine takes exactly the time needed to process what the countertenor had just whispered in his ear: "I win."
"Oh, God!"
Kurt hisses a curse under his breath as he removes himself from Blaine, glaring daggers at his brother, "Go away, Finn. And don't you tell dad or Carole about this or I'll tell them about the time-"
"Fine!"
Finn rushes off down the hall with a horrified expression and Kurt turns with a smug grin to Blaine, who can't hide a slightly dazed smile, "Well, you won," he says, "What's your favor?"
"Since you like wrestling so much," Kurt grins, "I figured you wouldn't mind if I saw you in one of those tight, leather," he emphasizes the adjectives as he moves back to the hazel eyed teen, "speedos."
The both of them are smiling in a suggestive manner as Blaine replys, "Fine. But I'm getting a rematch, and if I win, you're returning the favor."
A/N: Okay! So, now that school's starting back up I'm thinking about prewriting my chapters in ICT. Since I'm always ahead on my lessons there I tend to have a lot of free time, so I hope this works out. Plus the period before that is Algebra 1 and I tend to think about my fanfictions when I'm not paying attention in there...
Also, I didn't proofread this very much so point out anything that's wrong and I'll gladly go back and fix it. :D
Anyways, thanks to anonymous Nina for the prompt. ;) R&R, prompt, and enjoy!