WREN: any of various similar, unrelated birds, especially any of several Old World warblers.
The next morning, they boys woke up, naked and in each other's arms. They had stayed in the hammock the night before until they were almost asleep.
"As much as I'd love to sleep under the stars with you, I'm not sure this hammock will be comfortable all night long," Blaine sleepily said.
"Let's go inside, then," Kurt agreed.
They picked up their picnic basket and blankets and headed back inside. Before they got into bed, they both headed into the master bathroom to share the shower.
After they were clean, they dried off with the fluffiest towels Kurt had ever seen, taken straight from the towel warmer, and crawled into bed.
"Love you," they mumbled to each other as they were both almost asleep when they got under the covers.
Kurt loved the atmosphere of the island, and it was difficult for him not to pinch himself to make sure it was all real. As he fully woke up, he could hear birds singing through the open window, and he tried to see if he could make them out.
Blaine must have woken up while he was watching them. "They're wrens," came his sleep gruff voice. "When I got the island, I read up on all of the animals that were popular around here, and wrens were among them. This little group has been hanging out around the main house for a while Alina tells me."
"Is she the housekeeper?" Kurt asked, turning away from the birds to look at the curly haired man in his arms. Blaine nodded, and Kurt looked back to the birds once more. "Are they all the same kind of wren?"
"No," Blaine said as he yawned. "The one that's all brown is a House Wren, the one that has the creamy belly is a Carolina Wren, and the one that has the white just around it's face is a Marsh Wren. There are other birds here, too, that we can drive around on the golf cart and see if we can find if you want."
"Mmmmm, not right now," Kurt said. "I'm too comfy."
"We should probably get as much us time today as possible," Blaine said as he snuggled closer—if that was possible at all—into Kurt's arms. "Cooper is going to come tomorrow evening, and I know he's going to want to steal you away from me."
"I thought you said he was married?" Kurt said with a grin.
Blaine laughed. "He is. What I mean is he's going to love you and want to take up all of your time learning about you."
"He's going to have to share me," Kurt said with finality. "I refuse to be taken away from you, no matter how short the time might be."
"I like the sound of that."
The boys spent the morning lazily making out in bed and slowly bringing each other to orgasm as Blaine crawled on top of Kurt and moving his hips to rut against him until they were both spilling over each other. What surprised Kurt was that, after they'd both cummed, Blaine lifted himself up and moved down so he could lick up their mess before sharing it with Kurt, causing them both to moan in each other's mouths. Once Kurt was clean, he rolled Blaine over and cleaned his stomach up in the same fashion.
"Shower then breakfast?" Blaine asked, totally blissed out from their activities and what they'd just shared between them.
"Sounds perfect," Kurt said, just as dazed. "Then can we just explore each other all day?"
"That sounds like the perfect plan," Blaine answered.
A/N: Yes… I looked up what wrens live in the Florida Keys, which is were Pumpkin Key Island is, and there are three. The Carolina Wren, The House Wren, and The Marsh Wren. You can learn more about these birds and others at , which is where I got the photos for this chapter from.