A/N: Here's a short little one-shot for the Kurtbastian Hiatus project prompt 'domesticity'. Newlyweds Kurt and Sebastian deal with keeping warm on a cold night in New York City.
"Mmmm," Kurt murmurs sleepily at the sudden feeling of hands roaming over his skin – well, technically over his pajamas, but his mostly unconscious mind substitutes the thick layer between him and his lover's hands with thin air. Of course, in his dream, he's lying on a sandy beach with Sebastian, on an island somewhere in the vicinity of the Caribbean Sea, the central Pacific Ocean, or some other tropical clime, instead of underneath five comforters in their freezing cold loft in New York City.
Hands bunch into the flannel of his pants and tug them down his legs; then deft fingers work through the buttons of his shirt and slip that off as well. Kurt's skin bristles with a touch of cool air, but he soon finds warmth again when the heavy blankets fall back around his skin.
The bed dips and a body cradles around his – ice-cold naked skin fitting against his heated flesh, molding to his form, arms locking around his waist like a vice made of frigid steel.
"What the-" Kurt screeches, rudely awoken, leaping up and away just to be dragged back under the covers by those strong, unyielding, frost-bitten arms. "Fuck, Sebastian! What the hell are you doing?"
"Warming up," Sebastian says through chattering teeth, his tone cut and dry like the successful lawyer he is, leaving no room for argument.
"When does you warming up require an already warm me to freeze his ass off?" Kurt slaps at Sebastian's arms but Sebastian holds him tighter.
"I've been going over files for the last five hours and the radiator froze over three hours ago," Sebastian explains, his voice trembling. "You're 8000 degrees warmer than I am, and since what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, I'm borrowing some of your body heat."
"I don't see how your reluctance to wear a sweater or socks in the middle of winter is my problem," Kurt wails, especially when those aforementioned sockless feet squeeze between Kurt's legs, searching for a place to warm up.
"Whatever happened to for better or for worse?" Sebastian asks, the shivers in his body dying down as the ones in Kurt's body begin anew.
"How does that apply when you're maliciously acting like an asshole? Seb, don't!" Kurt cries as Sebastian's hands creep underneath his arms, icicles that were once fingers digging into the warmth of Kurt's armpits.
"What?" Sebastian asks innocently, kissing down Kurt's neck in an attempt to appease his irritated husband.
"You know what happens when I catch a chill," Kurt says, making an effort to squirm away. "I'll have to go to the bathroom."
"Well, if that happens, let me know," Sebastian sighs in exasperation, "and we'll deal with it. I don't want you to be uncomfortable on my account."
"But I'm already uncomfortable on your account!" Kurt argues. "It took me half an hour to find the right combination of blankets and a position where my arm wouldn't fall asleep with my thick flannel shirt on."
"Look, I realize that having to sleep beside your cuddle-whore husband of three months must be a tremendous shock and all, but I'll compromise…" Sebastian runs his hands lightly over Kurt's skin, up and down his sides, sliding over his back, kneading at his shoulders. Kurt moans gently beneath his husband's talented fingers. "See, you don't have to do a single solitary thing other than lie here and let me touch you until you fall back asleep."
Kurt sighs, relaxing into Sebastian's chilled skin, the heat from his body immediately bleeding through to warm his thawing husband.
"Mmmm," Sebastian hums, "isn't that nice?"
"Mm-hmm," Kurt agrees, his eyes fluttering shut. Kurt settles back into the cozy cocoon of his bed, the comfort of his husband's embrace, capturing back the dream that still lingers in the forefront of his exhausted mind.
No sooner has he returned to that beach in his head with Sebastian's naked body wound tightly around his then Kurt's eyes pop open.
"Sebastian?"
"Hmm?"
"I…uh…I have to go to the bathroom."
Sebastian takes a breath in and snuggles deeper under the blankets with Kurt, completely defrosted and finally at ease.
"Hold it."