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Chapter 29: Floating on Air

"Like before, it was as if the touch of his skin, his lips, his hands, was sinking right through my smooth, hard skin and into my new bones. To the very core of my body." (Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn)

Blaine winced. As much as he loved cuddling up to Kurt and kissing him, his neck and back were protesting violently, warning him not to attempt falling asleep on the couch again, and admonishing him to please get up and move this to a comfortable bed.

Kurt picked up on his discomfort quickly. "What is it, honey?"

Blaine preened at the term of endearment. He explained that his back and neck were troubling him, still stiff from Monday night.

Kurt smiled and announced that it was bedtime. He got up from the couch and held out his hand to help up Blaine too. He fetched some sleepwear for Blaine from his closet and then they went to the bathroom together.

Kurt found Blaine a new toothbrush and a fresh towel, and discussed with him when they would have to get up the following morning.

Blaine knew that Tina and her sons usually left for Westerville at 6.30 AM, and she lived close to Kurt's place, so he thought 6 AM would be early enough.

Oh! Tina! I've got to text her and ask her if I can catch a ride back to Westerville with her tomorrow morning!

To Tay-Tay:

Tay-Tay, sweetie, can I ride back to Westerville with you and the boys tomorrow morning?

To Blaine_Warbler:

Oooh, Blainey Days! Are you staying the night at Kurt's?

To Blaine_Warbler:

Yes, of course you can come with us, honey. We always love your company.

To Blaine_Warbler:

Be there bright and early at 6.30 AM! Nighty-night xxx

To Tay-Tay:

I'll be there :-) Sweet dreams xxx

When Blaine tucked his phone away again, Kurt turned to him and said: "You can either take a hot shower to relax those neck and back muscles, or I could work the knots out for you."

Seriously? You'd give me a massage? Straddle me and run your hands all over my bare skin? Oh, yes please!

Kurt seemed to take Blaine's momentary distraction as hesitation and maybe even disapproval. He hastened to explain himself further, assuring Blaine that it wasn't a sexual offer by any means, that he gave this kind of back rubs to his dad and his girlfriends.

As if I'd mind if you wanted to jump my bones, baby.

As Kurt got increasingly more flustered, Blaine felt a helpless laugh bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, and suddenly he couldn't keep it in any longer, clutching his sides and wiping away tears of mirth.

Kurt shut up abruptly and stared at Blaine, perplexed, which only made him laugh harder.

"That was …" Blaine gasped out, breathless with laughter, "…priceless."

Kurt's brows knitted together ominously, and he opened the package that held Blaine's new toothbrush with jerky angry movements, clearly incensed.

Uh-oh. Don't be mad at me please …

Blaine snaked his arms around Kurt's waist and kissed him lingeringly until the anger disappeared from his eyes. Then he apologised handsomely, explaining that Kurt had surprised him by offering a back rub and that the very mention of it had conjured up all sorts of indecent thoughts.

He doesn't say anything. Is he still mad at me?

"Of course, now you won't want to give me a back rub anymore, I'm sure," continued Blaine. "That's okay. I'll take a quick shower and head to your guest room."

Kurt seemed to think it over, then said: "No, the offer still stands. If you tell me what you were thinking when I offered."

Blaine felt his cheeks heat up but told Kurt honestly what he'd been picturing.

Kurt seemed intrigued, his mouth falling open into a perfect O, his breath coming a little faster and his face flushing.

He clearly likes the vision I've painted for him. Does that mean he'd agree to do the massage my way? I really want to feel his hands on my skin.

Kurt took a moment to come back to reality. Then he gathered some supplies and tugged Blaine along to one of the bedrooms, where he stripped the bed and laid a towel on it.

When the preparations were complete, he turned to Blaine, twisting his fingers nervously.

"If … If you're up for it," Kurt hesitated, his voice impossibly high but eager, "I'd like to do just what you imagined."

Oh, yes!

Blaine grinned from ear to ear and only just managed to repress the urge to pump his fist into the air in triumph, electing instead to get undressed as fast as he could. His cardigan was already off. That left just his shoes, his shirt and his undershirt. As soon as those articles of clothing were off, he pretty much dived onto the bed, and sighed in happy anticipation. He remembered Kurt gently massaging his head on Monday. This was going to be so much better still …

"Eager, are we?" chuckled Kurt. "I seem to remember you love head rubs, too. Is that the way to your heart, Mr Anderson?"

Teasing, are we? Well, two can play that game …

Blaine turned on his side, giving Kurt the most smouldering look and devilish smile he could pull off, and crooked his index finger in a 'come here' gesture.

It worked like a charm. Kurt's smiled vanished instantly. His eyes grew larger and darker, until they resembled a twilit sky, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, drawing Blaine's attention to the tempting creamy expanse of his neck.

Come here, baby. Touch me. I'm all yours.

Kurt hesitated another while, gazing deep into Blaine's eyes, seemingly captivated. Then he climbed onto the bed. Blaine resumed his original position, his head on his arms and his eyes following Kurt's every move.

Kurt had brought some massage oil that smelled lovely and sweet as soon as he took the cap off the bottle.

Then he disappeared from Blaine's view, and a moment later Blaine couldn't help protesting when Kurt put all of his weight on Blaine's lower back, causing the dull pain he'd felt there since Monday to flare up with a vengeance.

Kurt started, apologised and moved back until he was straddling Blaine's hips instead. That felt a lot better, and Blaine relaxed again.

He felt Kurt spreading the sweet-smelling oil evenly over his back with a feather-light touch that made him shiver a little.

Then Kurt moved his hands to Blaine's neck and shoulders, and he didn't hold back, finding all the sore spots that bothered Blaine and making the pain and the stiffness disappear with his nimble fingers.

When his neck was a pain-free zone at last, Kurt went lower, working the oil into the skin of Blaine's back gently, his hands making big loops like they were driving an F1 circuit. Gradually, Kurt increased the pressure, working out all the knots he found, especially in Blaine's lower back, and paying attention to every last inch of his skin.

Blaine was in heaven. Seriously, he couldn't remember if he'd ever felt this good in his entire life. The pain he'd experienced for days was all gone, and now he felt so light and unwound and cared for and totally blissed out that it seemed like he was floating on air.

Every touch of Kurt's brought him closer to a trance-like state, managing no more than an occasional sigh or moan at the incredible sensation of Kurt's hands caressing his skin.

I love how soft your hands are. Almost as soft as your lips.

And that's how Blaine slowly drifted off to sleep, with thoughts of Kurt's lips in the places his hands had been roaming, and Blaine's hands running all over Kurt.

Ah, bliss!