My Reader – Chapter Twelve – With So Little To Be Sure Of
The boys lay quietly on the bed. It was only 9 am, so they had the whole day in front of them. They lay back to back but with one hand each touching the other boy's hand.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's get up and go do something today? We can just think about what we've said. I don't want to rush anything. I also don't want to waste this weekend. We're going home on Thursday so let's make the most of it, okay?" Blaine suggested. He wanted to turn over, strip Kurt to nakedness and kiss him and touch him and...well, anything really. He also wanted to move slowly so as not to scare him.
"I'd like to see the beach if that sounds good to you?" Kurt said hesitantly.
"Yes! I'll call Charles and he can have the car ready," Blaine said in a jovial tone. He bounced on the bed a bit before going to change into jeans and a T-shirt. Kurt did the same.
At the shop near the beach
"I like the blue one with waves on it, it makes you look gorgeous," Blaine cooed, trying to decide which bathing trunks to buy for Kurt. His friend was reluctant to accept them, but Blaine had finally talked him into it.
"And stop trying to look at the price tag!" Blaine said sternly, ungripping Kurt's hand from the tag. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I like the gold ones on you, the ones with the geometric designs?" Kurt mentioned. Blaine liked the silly pink ones with aqua cartoon crabs and mermaids on them or better yet the blue ones with multi-colored popsicles, but he put those back and picked up the gold ones to please Kurt.
"Okay, change and I'll be by the register," Blaine said, giving Kurt a winning smile.
They finished up and headed for the car. Charles drove them to the beach.
"I will be back at three to get you, please call if you want me to come sooner," Charles said.
"Okay, thank you," Blaine dismissed him and took Kurt's hand as they walked down to the edge of the ocean. Blaine set down the two beach bags filled with towels, sunscreen, snacks, bottles of water and fruit juice, even two pails to gather things if they decided to go beachcombing.
"There aren't very many people here, I thought it would be crowded," Kurt said, surprised at the empty sand.
"It isn't really beach season yet. You should see it during July!" Blaine said.
"Why did it say 'Private Beach'?"
"Oh, you have to belong to the club to use this beach. Mother and Dad belong. Don't worry, its okay if I'm here," Blaine assured Kurt.
"Oh."
"Hey, Kurt, don't go getting all funny on me. Are you not comfortable? I can call Charles to come back..." Blaine offered, embarrassed all of a sudden. He should have taken Kurt to a public beach but he didn't think. He thought being sort of alone would be better.
"I'm sorry. No, it's perfectly fine. I like being here with you. Let's set out the towels and then dip our toes in the ocean. Wow, I hadn't thought I'd be touching the Atlantic so soon! Can you take a picture of me with my foot in the ocean! I'll send it to all my friends," Kurt enthused.
They put the blanket down on the sand and arranged things, then walked down to the shore, letting the cool water just touch their toes. Blaine took a picture of Kurt with his foot in the water and laughed when the water splashed up on his leg to startle him. What a great photo, perfect to send to his friends back home, Blaine was sure.
They walked back to the towels and sat down, Kurt opening the tube of sunscreen to rub all over his chest and face, arms and legs.
"Here, lay on your stomach on the towel and I'll get your back, legs, and shoulders – then you can get my shoulders. I only ever get too much sun on my shoulders," said Blaine.
Kurt laid down as asked and closed his eyes, wishing away his excitement at having Blaine's hands on his skin. He was gentle, slowly rubbing the lotion in and then rubbed around his ribcage. Kurt jumped in reaction – he had been grabbed so often at school, resulting in broken ribs several times, that the shock of feeling someone touch his ribs was disconcerting.
"Oh, I didn't mean to tickle you, Kurt!" Blaine said.
"It's okay, it was just unexpected. I can get my ribs," Kurt replied, deciding not to tell Blaine about the abuse, just letting him believe it tickled. If only...
Blaine sat in front of Kurt, letting the boy rub the lotion into his shoulders and back. Blaine never burned – especially in June – but the prospect of having Kurt's hands on him was too good to pass up. He loved the touch and had to think about the cold water of the ocean to stop any wayward hardening in his swim trunks.
Both lathered up, the boys walked down once again to the shore – this time with buckets in hand.
"Do you really find a lot in the sand?" Kurt asked.
"Not so much in the big stretches of sand, we'll look in the places by rocks and driftwood. Those are more likely to result in goodies. I've found a lot of different kinds of shells and things. My favorite are sea glass. I have several bowls of sea glass in my bedroom back home," Blaine said, his eyes on the ground by his feet as they climbed over rocks to look in the crannies between where things might be caught by the outgoing tide.
"Sea glass are pieces of glass that ended up in the ocean and the water and sand have smoothed it over time - like rivers do to rocks to make them round and smooth, right?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, they are popular I think – people make all sorts of things of them, mostly jewelry."
"I read somewhere that lavender is the the most precious of the colors of sea glass, is that right?" Kurt asked.
"Well, I don't know what the financial value is – but I like red glass the best. Brown, green, and white are the most common, though I've found everything from orange to sky blue to yellow to black. I like the really smooth ones that are slick in your hand. They make this amazing sound when you drop them into a glass bowl."
"Oh! Look!" Kurt shouted, though Blaine was right next to him.
"What?"
"I found a piece! It's green, but look..." Kurt enthused as he picked up the piece about the size of a quarter.
"I like that one, good eyes," Blaine flattered his friend, then stopped to inspect a piece that turned out to be a bit of plastic.
"I pick up any plastic I find to put in the trash so it isn't polluting the beach. I'm so afraid a bird or turtle or something might get hurt," Blaine explained.
"Good idea," Kurt said as his eyes tried to define each bit of rock, glass, shell or plastic on the beach.
They wandered away from each other, each in their own world as they walked down the beach.
"Kurt?" Blaine said, a happy note in his voice. He looked around himself as he scouted the shore for Kurt. He saw him a short distance down the beach and jogged over to show him his find.
"What's that?" Kurt asked, studying the piece of chalky-looking rock.
"Turn it over..." Blaine instructed. Kurt turned it over to find a small window through the chalk to the blue stone underneath.
"Wow! Is it like that under the shell of white stuff?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, this is an agate. You sometimes get them with this coating over them. When it's removed the agate underneath can be shiny – or you can have a jeweler tumble it to polish the agate. Blue is unusual, they are usually reddish to purplish brown."
"Cool. Oh, I see..." Kurt leaned over to pluck a slice of sea glass from under a small branch of driftwood. It was reddish brown. He added it to the pail and smiled at Blaine as he continued to search for more treasures. They continued to comb the beach for an hour, finally coming together to walk back to their blanket.
"Shall we dump our pails out and look them over or wait until tonight?" Kurt asked.
"Tonight. I want to go swimming, if that's okay with you?" Blaine asked. Kurt agreed but only after he'd had Blaine touch up his sunscreen.
They walked down to the water and waded in to the ocean.
"Oh! Its cold!" Kurt shrieked as he got up to his thighs. Blaine tried to laugh, but he was trying not to squeal himself it was so cool. They walked further, getting used to the temperature until they could just reach their toes to the bottom. They floated around, bouncing off the sandy bottom and grinning as their bodies got used to the cold.
"You're a good swimmer, aren't you?" Blaine asked, just to ease his mind. There was a lifeguard in the tower, but he didn't want to risk Kurt's life if he'd never been in water outside of a swimming pool.
"Yeah. We used to go to the lake every year with my cousins. We would dive off of the pier into icy water all the time. I'm okay," he smiled, happy that Blaine cared enough to ask.
They paddled around, looking at the waterbirds and ships out at sea, telling jokes and laughing.
They had swum out to a bunch of large boulders, amusing themselves by climbing up and sliding back into the water. Chasing each other across the little bay made by the group of rocks and then swimming back. On the last sprint across, Kurt won and Blaine came over and put an arm around him.
"Nobody can see us over here," he whispered, leaning close to Kurt and placing his lips on Kurt's mouth. Kurt kissed him back, slowly and deeply. He was enjoying this whole kissing thing, loving the intimacy of it. He really liked Blaine and kissing him was feeling better and better as time went by. He had stopped wondering how things would change when he went back to Ohio.
"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked, a little bit afraid. He thought that because Blaine had been overseas and had so many friends that he probably had a bit more experience in things like kissing than Kurt did. That was so intimidating that he worried all the time about it.
"I like kissing you, Kurt," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, pulling the boy closer and kissing down his neck. Shivers ran down Kurt's spine, gooseflesh covered his arms.
"I like kissing you, too," he said, looking into Blaine's soft brown eyes.
"Would you like more?"
Kurt didn't know what to say. Yes, he'd dreamed of there being more, ever since the day Blaine had kissed him the first time.
"Wh-what m-more?" Kurt asked, stuttering in his nervousness.
"Ah, Kurt? You do know there's more, right? People do more than just kiss."
"Of course I know that," he said a bit defensively. "I meant – what more? As in what did you have in mind?"
"This?" Blaine asked, sliding his hand down to cup the front of Kurt's swim trunks. Kurt gasped and accidentally slid on the rock, dunking down below the water and shooting back up, sputtering.
"Kurt! I'm so sorry...did I bump you?" Blaine asked, grabbing his friend and pulling him close to make sure he didn't slide into the water again. Kurt put his arms around Blaine, grabbing at him - getting his thumb stuck under the waistband of Blaine's trunks as he lost his footing and slid once more on the algae covered rocks and into the water...taking Blaine with him.
They both came up, sputtering and treading water as they looked at each other. Blaine's eyes got big and he dove back under, coming up again with a panicked look on his face.
"What?" Kurt asked.
"Ah...I lost my trunks? Weird, I thought I'd tied them on tight enough," Blaine said, then went back under. Kurt did, too, and saw a flash of sunlight highlighting a gold-and-brown blotch against a rock. He swam over and picked them up. A devious thought came into his head and he tucked the corner into the back of his own trunks, then faced Blaine as the boy came up for air.
"I cannot imagine where they went...there are rocks and sand all over the bottom of this area, so it didn't just float somewhere..." he said, hoping Kurt couldn't see under the water from here. He had cupped his hand in front of his crotch by instinct, all thoughts of seduction gone.
"Oh, no! Hey just like the girl in the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weenie-yellow-polka-dot bikini!" Kurt laughed.
"Except she was covered by something. I'm in my birthday suit!" Blaine retorted. It did nothing to stop Kurt from laughing for a few minutes until Blaine looked a little panicked and upset. He turned in a circle, trying to see under the water, knowing his trunks had to be somewhere.
Kurt took pity on him.
"Come here, I'll help you," Kurt offered and Blaine came close, not thinking about what exactly Kurt could help with. He found out. Kurt put his hand on the top of Blaine's thigh, slipping it up to cup his balls and over his cock and held his warm hand there.
"Better?" Kurt asked, shocked at himself, but enjoying it as he felt Blaine's cock fill.
"Much better..." Blaine whispered, putting his arms back around Kurt. Kurt reached back with his other hand and brought the missing trunks to give back to Blaine.
Blaine wasn't thinking of his trunks just then, he was filled with thoughts of Kurt and his warm, searching hands. This boy was kissing him again, his soft, gentle hands touching him in all the best places. He kissed Kurt back, pushing himself closer and finally reaching into Kurt's trunks to cup him, too.
After ten long minutes of feeling, touching, and kissing the boys decided to go back to the beach before things got too wound up. Kurt was shivering and Blaine felt cold, too. He managed to get his trunks back on and kissed Kurt one more time before they swam to shore. Blaine smiled before taking Kurt's hand and walking back to the beach. They went to the towels and dried themselves, putting on warm shirts and making their way to the refreshment shack. They got sandwiches and drinks and sat looking out to sea, just enjoying each others' company.
The boys spent the last hour just sitting together, happy to be there. Several people waved at Blaine, sending his parents best wishes. It was just three o'clock when they were waiting in the parking lot and Charles drove up in the towncar to take them back to Oheka Castle.
"I don't know if I want a big supper tonight," Kurt said, "I'm still full from the sandwiches we had at the beach."
"I am, too. So, maybe just a salad?" Blaine suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," Kurt agreed as they walked down the grand staircase to the restaurant back at the Oheka.
They were seated and ordered their suppers, unable to stop smiling at each other.
"Blaine, I just wanted to thank you for this weekend. I've loved every minute of it. This has been unique and interesting and absolutely thrilling. Thank you," Kurt said. He had no way of giving something back to Blaine of equal value in his eyes, no way of thanking Blaine enough and he felt at a disadvantage. Blaine could probably not even understand how Kurt was feeling and it was disconcerting. He frowned for an instant, but brightened his face when he saw Blaine smiling. His eyes twinkled which was probably Kurt's favorite thing about him.
They both had Italian chicken soup and a seafood salad with lobster, shrimp, calamari, scallops, and mussels. Neither wanted dessert, so they walked back up to their room to sit in the picture window and watch the lights across the island.
"What a wonderful day!" Blaine exclaimed, getting up to get the pails of treasures they had collected on the beach that afternoon. After covering the table with newspaper, the boys poured out their finds.
"Oh! Look at that piece," Kurt said, pointing out a piece of pale blue glass.
"It's a pretty color, but it isn't worn down enough. See the edge is still too sharp? If the color wasn't so unusual, I'd have tossed it back in to wear down some more. I'll have to be careful not to cut myself on it. Look, you found a nice blue piece, too," Blaine pointed out, picking up the shard of smoothed-over cornflower-blue glass.
"You can have it," Kurt said generously, picking it up and setting it down in Blaine's pile.
"Oh, thank you! I love the shades of blue in the sea glass. They remind me of your eyes," Blaine smiled and leaned over to kiss Kurt's cheek. Kurt blushed.
The boys picked through the rest of the treasures...shells, a few pretty rocks, a piece of gold chain that Kurt found tangled in some seaweed, and two skeletons of tiny crabs that Blaine saw in the sand. Blaine yawned, not used to the exertion of the day.
"Maybe we should get to bed? You look tired," Kurt mentioned, sympathy in his eyes.
"I am a bit. Want to go first in the shower?"
"Sure. I'll only be a few minutes..." Kurt said.
While Kurt was in the shower, Blaine took the chalk-covered blue agate out of his pocket and placed it in his shaving kit to take home. He had a plan for it and smiled at himself. He hoped Kurt would like his idea.
Kurt was out of the shower: hair combed, teeth brushed, and pajamas on ready for bed.
Blaine went into the bathroom, shedding his clothes and jumping into a hot shower to scrub the sand out of his hair. He stood under the pounding water, truly appreciating the pressure of the water as it stripped the dirt and sand from his body with the help of his loofah and pepper-and-sage soap that his mother got him for Christmas. He thought about her good taste in gifts, feeling how much he was missing her. As much fun as New York could be, he was ready to admit that he missed plain old boring Ohio. He rinsed off again and decided to stand in the hot water to relieve the small amount of muscle ache he was experiencing from too much exercise today.
Back in the room, Kurt sorted out his clothes, putting the soiled ones in their plastic bag to set in his suitcase to wash when he got back to the apartment in Manhattan. He had almost forgotten his prize that he'd found in the sand on the beach. It was after their beach combing expedition, when they'd gone over to the rocks that formed the little bay. There on one of the low-sitting boulders was a tangle of seaweed and driftwood. He liked the form of the small piece of driftwood, thinking it would look good in the back flower garden. He'd picked it up, setting it further up on the rock so he could pick it up when they went back to the shore when his eye caught a glint of red. Blaine had mentioned that he loved red sea glass the best and this piece was perfect. It wasn't a dark blood red like had come to Kurt's mind when Blaine mentioned it – no, this was an almost orangey red, the color of a spectacular sunset. It was bright and seemed almost energetic. A perfect color for Blaine. Maybe Kurt could get it made into something when he got back home. He put the glass in his suitcase inside a bit of newspaper. With a smile, he zipped the case shut and put it on the floor beside the bed.
"Ready for bed?" Blaine asked, coming out of the bathroom a few minutes later. His hair was a bit damp, but drying it with a hair dryer tended to make the fluffy curls absolutely insane – fly-away and Meddusa-like – so he'd just gotten it sort of dry. He hoped it wouldn't bother Kurt.
"Yes. I turned down the bed..." Kurt said as he took off his robe and hung it over the back of a chair. He slid his feet out of his slippers and sat down on the side of the bed and felt it as Blaine did the same on the other side.
"It feels cooler than last night," Blaine mentioned, sliding his feet under the sheets. "Maybe the air is damper, too?"
"I bet it rains before morning. I think we went to the beach on the best day," Kurt said, running his fingers through his hair to try and make it a bit neater before he laid down.
They settled down in the bed, then Kurt got up and opened the window to take advantage of the slight breeze that was coming in.
"It even smells like rain out there," Kurt said, happy about that. He loved the smell of rain.
They went to bed, neither boy finding sleep. After an hour, Kurt rolled over to face Blaine.
"You can't sleep, either?" Blaine asked.
"Nope. Sorry, was I keeping you up?"
"Depends on what you mean by 'up'," Blaine joked, trying to see Kurt's eyes in the dark room.
Kurt smiled but didn't answer. He was still shy, even after the incidents at the beach today.
"Kurt?"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to stop you from sleeping. Was I twitching or something? I was feeling a bit restless."
"No, I just couldn't seem to fall asleep. Maybe all the excitement of the day was on my mind. Or maybe thinking about when we go home to Ohio? How are you feeling about that?" Blaine asked, touching Kurt's chin and sliding his fingers along the strong jaw to know where he was in the dark.
"I really don't know. I feel as if I'm going to return to Ohio a very different person than when I left it," Kurt whispered, then leaned forward enough to place his lips on Blaine's mouth. Blaine responded enthusiastically. He had been thinking about the closeness they had shared at the seashore all day. Maybe it was Sebastian's influence – all the sexual things he'd constantly been saying to Blaine for years, all the touching, albeit unwanted, that had to have an effect on Blaine's libido. While Seb wasn't consciously on his mind, Blaine was thinking about touching and getting closer to the boy he was so attracted to. They kissed for a while, Kurt finally lowering his head to the pillow and Blaine followed to keep kissing him.
"Can we...no shirts?" Blaine gasped, wanting to feel Kurt's skin on him once again.
Kurt nodded, unbuttoning his pajama shirt and taking it off to set on the bed before turning back to Blaine.
"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine whispered, the anticipation of being so close making his voice deeper.
Kurt laid back on the pillow again when Blaine pressed his hand against his chest. His science teacher's voice came to him, explaining that this was called his 'solar plexus' because of the nerve fibers radiating in a complex network out from this point. He was sure that the warmth of Blaine's fingers were touching every nerve in the whole network. He breathed deep, an attempt to keep himself from the dizzying effects of the touch.
"Blaine..." he breathed, running his own fingers down Blaine's sides to feel every rib. "What were we talking about at the shore? What did you mean by 'more'?"
Blaine didn't answer in words, he ran his hand down Kurt's chest to feel the muscles in his tense stomach. He kissed him again, humming quietly as he fell to his side, leaning his shoulder into the mattress to keep his balance. He leaned forward once again and ran his lips along Kurt's clavicle, his eyes tightly closed even though it was so dark in the room that neither one could really see anything. It just felt like too much with his eyes open.
"That...feels good," Kurt murmured. Blaine flexed his fingers and moved down further, running them just under the elastic waistband of Kurt's pajama bottoms to feel the bone at the top of his hip. "Mmmmm."
"Do you like that? I'm not tickling you?" Blaine asked, thinking of earlier when he'd run his hands down Kurt's ribs and the boy jerked back.
"No, it doesn't tickle..." Kurt breathed.
"Good. Can I go further?"
"Mmmm Hmmm," Kurt hummed, scared but determined not to let his fear rule this. He put his hand on Blaine's waist and rubbed his thumb along his waistband, too.
"Shall we...ah...lose the pants?" Blaine asked, fear of Kurt thinking badly of him weighing against his eagerness to feel Kurt's body.
"Ah...okay."
Kurt got out from under the covers to remove the cotton sleep pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so he climbed back under the covers naked.
Blaine slid in beside him and turned towards Kurt, putting his hand on the boy's waist.
"You okay?" Blaine checked again, hesitant now that he was faced with a naked boy in his bed. He hadn't planned anything past this – not knowing this would be happening tonight. He knew he had to keep things rolling before Kurt's shy nature took over and everything he'd gained in terms of intimacy might be lost, but what to do?
Kurt saved the day by running his hand down Blaine's side, along each rib and over his iliac crest – feeling along the bone that defined Blaine's hip. He went down the hip and ran his fingers along the side of his thigh.
"Blaine, you are so...beautiful. Your body is just amazing. I like touching your skin."
Blaine sighed, his eyes trying to see Kurt in the dark. He gave that up and hummed his appreciation, then ran his own hand down Kurt's side. Reaching his hip, Blaine decided not to go as far as his thigh and took a detour to cup Kurt's buttock.
"Mmmmm," Kurt hummed and moved closer. Blaine, surprised, allowed that and kissed him again. It was in the middle of the next kiss that flesh touched flesh and both boys jumped back, startled as their erections rubbed against each other.
"Oh!" Blaine gasped, surprised.
"Is that...your...is that okay?" Kurt asked, feeling the fire in his veins burst through his blood system and warm his whole body.
"Yes, very okay," Blaine said, wishing once again that he could see Kurt's face. It was hard to judge what he was feeling when Blaine couldn't see his expression.
Kurt reached down and ran a tentative finger along Blaine's cock, feeling him getting harder. He wrapped his fingers around the quickly filling appendage, noting in passing that Blaine hadn't been circumcised. Curious. Kurt didn't really know anyone who hadn't been – but then, he didn't make a habit of looking when he was in the boy's locker room. He shook his head slightly to banish all the random thoughts from his head. He wanted, no he needed to concentrate on the here and now.
He ran his fingers up and down, loving the feel of the soft, silky skin as it moved over the hard muscle. With his other hand he felt down past the root and touched the soft globes below. He loved to touch his own balls when he was alone in his bed at night and hoped that feeling was universal. Blaine hummed again, a soft sound that made Kurt shiver.
"Yes..." Blaine barely breathed, as if he were holding his breath. Kurt grew bolder and squeezed softly before rubbing gently between the two egg-shaped balls. He closed his grip on the shaft and moved his hand up and down.
"Oh, Kurt..." Blaine whispered, then touched Kurt. He drew their cocks together, holding them so any movement achieved a motion that rubbed them together - and that felt wonderful.
"Blaine..." Kurt said again and Blaine fumbled in the bedcovers to find his pajama top; he didn't want Kurt to have to sleep on wet spots on the mattress.
"Kiss me?" Blaine asked, reaching Kurt's lips with a clumsy attempt that landed his lips first on Kurt's cheek, then moving over to his mouth. He licked Kurt's bottom lip, eager wet lips searching as the heat under the covers increased.
Kurt kissed Blaine, taking his attention from his hands to Blaine's lips as the boy moved down his jaw and onto his neck. It tickled and Kurt drew back for a moment, but Blaine moved back to his throat and sucked skin into his mouth, moving his tongue over the warmth but not sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. He didn't know how Kurt felt about love bites and didn't want to alienate him.
Kurt stopped paying attention to his nether regions when Blaine started to suck and all Kurt could think about was how that might feel further down. His balls pulled up close to his body and the heat that had been stirring in his blood suddenly coalesced in his stomach and spine, warning Kurt of what was about to happen. Before he could do something about it, his orgasm was past the point of no return and a groan filled the air as Kurt shot hot into Blaine's hand.
Blaine had his pajama shirt in the strategic place and it was a good thing because he was there before he'd had time to think about it. The warmth of Kurt's semen on his hand was all the catalyst he needed to bring his orgasm right there, right then and he was riding the heat with his eyes closed tightly and his hand gripping harder.
"Oh...Kurt, Kurt, Kurt..." he whispered, amazed and hot and everything all at once. The boys gripped each other, Blaine's face in Kurt's neck until they were done.
Both boys lay back, trying to catch their breath. It had been gentle and sweet, and everything it was meant to be. No shouting, no swearing, just an amazing first for both of them. Blaine reached down to make sure it was all contained in the pajama top, none on the bed, and that Kurt was cleaned off. He wiped his own body to make sure and rolled the pajama top into a cylinder and placed it on the floor beside the bed.
"Can I hold you?" Kurt's shy voice asked and Blaine rolled closer to feel Kurt's arms surround him. It was warm and sweet and just right. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
"With So Little To Be Sure Of" is from the 1964 Broadway musical Anyone Can Whistle by Stephen Sondheim.