Definitely rated T for language and some seductively Klaine. I might end up changing the rating all-together but we'll see. Enjoy :)
"Okay, I got popcorn, candy, and a work out planned for tomorrow. Let the movie marathon commence!" Kurt says, dropping down on the couch next to his fiancée. Blaine smiles and grabs a handful of popcorn. They've been busy lately, planning for a wedding, working all day, and then dealing with a pregnant Rachel. Friday's was their sacred night—the night where they made sure to make time for each other and pushed away all other distractions. Usually, that involved going out for dinner and something a little more exciting, but it's been a particularly hard week for both men. When Kurt suggested they order take-out and have a movie night instead, Blaine remembers exactly why Kurt is his soul mate.
Kurt picks The Ugly Truth for them to watch first. A cute, oddly romantic movie with a leading man they'll both like. It doesn't take long for Kurt to perch his feet in Blaine's lap. Blaine smiles at his fiancée's lack of subtly and starts rubbing Kurt's leg. His hand drifts over fleece clad skin, under which were those deliciously toned legs, and right down until he reaches his—
Ridiculous socks. The fabric is stretchy and made from bamboo, which is why Kurt likes them so much. Supposedly, wearing them is like walking on clouds (if clouds were made out of amazing, Kurt always adds). The thing that's so funny about them is that they're rag-patch socks. The heels are bright red, the toes dark green. The rest of the socks have stripes alternating in color—blue, yellow, blue, yellow until they reach the top. Just over the ankle, the band is dark green with light sparkles. God knows where Kurt got these horrendous things or what made him try them but they were his comfort socks and against all odds, he loved them. Blaine just laughs because he's sure Kurt stole them from a hobo.
"Oh my god, these things," Blaine says, pinching the band and snapping it against Kurt's skin. Kurt yelps, kicking Blaine with his other foot.
"You're just jealous because I know what heaven feels like," Kurt responds, coyly cocking his eyebrow and popping a piece of candy into his mouth. Blaine tries not to smile but it's not so easy when he's teasing his fiancée. Especially when they reach a role-reversal like this where Blaine is the one picking on a piece of clothing of Kurt's.
"Oh honey, I thought I was your heaven?"
"Get over yourself. If only you made me feel as good as these socks." Blaine is laughing hard enough to produce tears now. Kurt's doing the same, covering his mouth to muffle the snorts coming out of his mouth.
Once he's done laughing, Blaine digs his finger under the band of the socks. With a sly look, he asks Kurt, "If you love these socks so much, maybe you should marry them instead of me."
Kurt hums, bending and stretching his foot until his toes were grazing Blaine's lap. The smooth fabric rubbed against Blaine's pajamas. "Please, I wouldn't be caught in public with these. I just have my late night rendezvous and tell them not to call the office. Don't want my fiancée finding out or anything. "
Blaine's fingers slip down into Kurt's socks, sandwiched between the, he had to admit, unimaginably soft fabric and his fiancée's silky leg hair. He couldn't say which one felt better. It's smooth when Blaine reaches his ankle; he rubs against the skin slowly, knowing how sensitive Kurt's is there.
The older boy releases a content sigh and Blaine smirks. "I hear he's quite possessive, this fiancée of yours."
"He can be," Kurt says, playing along and licking his lips. Blaine's pupils darken as he starts pulling the sock down.
"I don't think he likes sharing what belongs to him—especially something as stunning as you."
"He does seem to like referring to himself in the third person, though," Kurt teases but adds before the moment passes. "How do you suppose he keeps from sharing what belongs to him?"
Blaine takes the sock off and rubs over Kurt's foot. Usually, he doesn't see the sexual appeal in feet. Kurt's okay with this as he doesn't like his feet being touched all that much; it's taken years just for Blaine to be able to give Kurt foot rubs after a long day. Now, as Blaine touches Kurt's skin—delicate in the dip, rough at the ball, slightly calloused around the toes. It's taken hours upon hours of running, dancing, and hard work to sculpt his feet to this point. He trails fingers over the top of Kurt's foot, taking note of the clear polish on his trim toenails. Kurt's attentive to his body in every way and that's one of the many things Blaine just finds irresistible about Kurt. He takes pride in who he is down to the finest detail.
"Tell him he's beautiful, worship the ground he walks on—" Blaine leans down puts his lips just where Kurt's foot connects to his legs. Blaine sucks gently, making Kurt moan softly. Kurt leans his head back and closes his eyes. Blaine touches the still sock-clad ankle of Kurt's other leg and licks over the red mark he's just made. "Marks him. So everyone knows who he belongs to."
"God damn it, Blaine," Kurt breathes, opening his eyes to stare at Blaine. Blaine chuckles against Kurt's skin and takes on a proud look. "There's no way what you just did should be this sexy."
"Yeah, well…" Blaine sits up and flashes the sock he took off of Kurt's foot. "I seem to remember you saying these socks made you feel better than I did, but it was so easy for me to take them off. Do I still need to get over myself?"
"Absolutely." Kurt claims Blaine's lips in a fast kiss and grins. "Doesn't mean you shouldn't put your good advice to work."
"Poor socks," Blaine teases while slipping off Kurt's other sock. "Just tossed aside like nothing. You're a cold costumer Kurt future Hummel-Anderson."
"Mhm, and don't you forget, Mr. Hummel-Anderson."