I've been a horrible author this week and done NO writing for this OR NPLH. SO terribly busy at the moment, and I've got some personal stuff going on that means I'm a little more tied up lately. I hope you like this chapter anyhow. It's basically smut… Thanks for reading! :P
Thankyou especially for all your lovely and encouraging reviews =D They are very helpful when I get stuck.
Sorry it's been so long between updates for this story…
"No, Blaine."
"Kurt, you're being ridiculous!"
"Skin care is a serious thing, Blaine! Do you know what sun does to skin like mine? Do you want me to be a leathery old man with pock-marks and scars from all the melanoma removals? Do you, Blaine?"
Kurt brandished a bottle of lotion in Blaine's face, and Blaine couldn't quite keep the smile off his face. Kurt was utterly adorable. But that didn't mean he wasn't insane.
"Kurt, honey, it's the first weekend of summer holidays and I want to go to the beach! I'm sure that if we slather you in enough sunscreen then you'll be safe," Blaine winked at Kurt's annoyed look, "Plus, it's an excuse for a fabulous beach hat…"
Blaine knew he wasn't quite playing fair now. Truth was he had an ulterior motive for getting Kurt to the beach. The beach meant topless and wet Kurt. Blaine hadn't been able to stop thinking about Kurt's little speech about sex the other night, and he fell asleep each night unwillingly feeling the ghost of Kurt's touch on his dick. Blaine knew that asking to go to the beach was probably just asking for more sleepless nights, but he hoped that their combined state of undress might encourage another little 'learning' session.
Kurt felt his eyes glaze over at the mention of a beach hat…
"Fine," he said snarkily, "But if I get sunburnt, you're going to be at my beck and call ready with the aloe vera lotion!"
Blaine gulped a little and Kurt caught his gaze. Kurt felt a little knot develop below his belly button as Blaine's gold eyes burned a hole into Kurt's blue ones. Oh, he thought as he realised what he had said.
"Kurt," Blaine began hoarsely, "I promise that if you get burnt, I'll rub lotion on you anywhere you want…"
Kurt cleared his throat, and gave Blaine a little grin.
"If you're that concerned about my skincare, you might have to help me with my sunscreen as well," Kurt winked, loving the little gasp Blaine seemed to give involuntarily. "Now, I have just the hat…"
Blaine pulled up in the parking lot at the beach, suddenly regretting his scheme to get Kurt to the beach. Blaine still felt a little uptight after Kurt's prom outfit, and the fight that had come from Blaine's reaction to it. Kurt looked great… but Blaine wanted to keep Kurt and his flamboyant outfit away from a highly populated beach now.
Kurt was proud.
He'd managed to finally have an excuse to wear the vintage swim suit he had bought on ebay three months ago. It was blue striped and had long shorts that became the top; a singlet that dropped down in the front. He'd paired it with a huge red beach hat and a pair of Blaine's aviator sunglasses that he'd left at Kurt's that he'd adopted as his own. He knew he looked amazing, but he had expected a bit of a different reaction from his boyfriend. True, Blaine's eyes had widened and he'd sort of gasped a bit, but the whole drive to the beach he'd been twitchy and nervous.
"How about we go and see if the little beach down the road is quieter?" Blaine asked softly as Kurt reached over the back seat to gather his things.
Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with this beach?" Kurt demanded, suddenly understanding the way Blaine was flinching at him.
"I just don't think I'll be able to relax here," Blaine wasn't looking at Kurt, instead watching a carload of jocks pull up next to them, loudly yelling and whooping at each other.
Kurt was mad. He looked good. Blaine was always such a buzz kill when it came to his outfits. Kurt opened his mouth to make a scathing retort, but the worried, protective look on Blaine's face as he watched the boys stopped him.
Kurt knew Blaine was just worried that someone would say or do something to hurt Kurt, and Kurt's heart melted a little as Blaine's hand unconsciously formed a fist. Kurt could see the white of his knuckles.
Kurt reached out a hand to gently touch Blaine's chin. His boyfriend jumped in surprise, not expecting it, and Kurt could see Blaine's pulse beating madly in the adrenaline rush.
"Let's go to the little beach," Kurt said. Blaine looked at him in surprise, obviously he had been expecting more of a fight, but he didn't question Kurt, and merely started the ignition, to reverse out of the spot and drive a little way down the road to the practically deserted beach.
Blaine cheered up considerably at the sight of the empty beach and he grinned at Kurt as they spread out their towels on the sand next to each other.
"Race you to the water?" he adopted a running stance, and Kurt laughed at his face, all boyish and excited.
Kurt didn't answer but opted instead to take off, which prompted Blaine's call of, "Hey! No fair!" as he raced after him. Kurt got to the water and dipped in a toe. It was freezing. He might let Blaine win this one. Kurt, still with the echo of a smile on his face looked up, just as Blaine reached him. Kurt watched as Blaine's expression became devious, and a thrill of panic shot through him.
"No, Blaine!" Kurt shrieked to no avail.
Blaine scooped Kurt up and raced into the water, completely ignoring Kurt's shrieks and the blows of Kurt's fists against his chest.
Kurt clung onto Blaine madly as he made his way out into the deeper water. Blaine felt Kurt shivering against him and wrapped his arms around him more thoroughly. Blaine's grin changed as he looked up at Kurt. God, he was beautiful.
Blaine was kissing Kurt before he knew it, reaching up and pulling him down by the brim of his ridiculous hat, joining their lips together hungrily.
Kurt kissed Blaine back fiercely. He wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist in a last-ditch effort to try not to get wet, and then surrendered his arms to winding around Blaine's neck. Kurt could feel himself growing a little hard against Blaine's stomach, and loosened his legs a little to try to keep his growing erection away from Blaine.
Abruptly Kurt was slipping down Blaine's body and splashing into the freezing water with a scream. Kurt emerged, bedraggled and sopping, the brim of his hat weighed down by the sudden intake of water and falling over his face. Kurt coughed and spluttered as he tried to free his face from the hat's clutches. Kurt could hear Blaine laughing with delight. He didn't know what made him do it, but he scooped up a brimful of water in his ruined hat and placed it roughly on Blaine's head, chuckling at the sight of Blaine with water streaming over his face.
"Right! You asked for it!" Blaine said menacingly, and chased Kurt out of the water, back onto the beach, where he managed to ensnare Kurt in his clutches and lay him gently but firmly on the sand. Blaine placed one knee on either side of Kurt's hips and held his arms above his head with one hand.
"You can't escape now," he growled, and Kurt shook his head dumbly.
"I don't want to," Kurt said, his voice breaking a little. He could feel his erection getting firmer now, and he knew that any second Blaine would feel it and freak out. As much as this swimsuit was fabulous, it certainly didn't leave much to the imagination, and Kurt could feel the fabric stretching to accommodate him.
Blaine gasped.
Kurt closed his eyes, waiting for Blaine to get off him and stutter some apology.
It didn't happen.
Kurt's eyes flew open as he began to feel something hard pressing into his own stomach. His gaze met Blaine's and Kurt almost gasped himself at how dark Blaine's eyes suddenly were. The look on his face was serious now, no more jokes, but he kept his hand above Kurt's head, holding his arms.
Kurt didn't know what to do. His body wanted to do one very specific thing, though, and he couldn't seem to stop the involuntary little rocking motion his hips gave.
Blaine moaned loudly, and he smashed his lips to Kurt's roughly claiming them as his own.
Kurt tried to pry his arms from Blaine's grasp, but he held them firm as he kissed him. Instead, Blaine's own arms began to trail over Kurt's body, leaving little goose bumps in their wake that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. Blaine sort of pressed his hips down a little then, and Kurt rocked back instinctively, as though he had always known how to do this. He was rock hard now, and the knowledge that there was nothing but a few scraps of material separating him from Blaine seemed a very important fact right then.
"Blaine," Kurt gasped out as Blaine rocked his hips down yet again, "I want to touch you."
Blaine dragged his eyes up to meet Kurt's and he rolled off him to sit up uncomfortably. He looked at Kurt like he'd never seen him before, and Kurt was worried that he had said the wrong thing, but then he held out a hand to Kurt and pulled him to his feet, walking him back towards the ocean.
"Blaine, it's freezing in there!" Kurt complained loudly.
"Well, we'll just have to find some way of warming up then, won't we?" Blaine said cautiously, as if unsure of whether that would sound sexy or silly. The way Kurt's hand tightened its grip on his made him think he'd managed to pull it off though.
As they waded into the water Blaine never let go of Kurt's hand. He wondered if Kurt could feel his pulse at the base of his thumb. He hoped not, because his heart was beating so loudly it was almost embarrassing.
"I love you," Kurt said softly as they reached an area of water that covered the lower halves of their bodies. If anyone saw them now they wouldn't be able to see what they were doing. Kurt suddenly pushed the straps of his costume off his shoulders and let them hang about his waist.
"I love you too," Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's other hand in his own and guiding it towards his midriff whaile Kurt did the same with his own. He'd touched Kurt over the pants the other night, but Blaine knew that this was ging to be different. Kurt's fingers were edging under the waistband of his board shorts and Blaine let his own fingers wander around Kurt's swimsuit, then finally under the fabric. He surprised Kurt and himself by gently brushing past the head of Kurt's penis in his exploration and he steeled himself to stroke more purposefully then, loving the gasp Kurt gave.
Kurt's own fingers were brushing against Blaine now, almost tickling and Blaine felt a familiar curling in his toes. This might be embarrassingly quick. Blaine thought of dead bodies and fungus and the tingling sensation subsided a little. Then it was back re-doubled as Kurt suddenly grasped around his penis and gave long strokes. Blaine couldn't help but let out a shaky gasp and do the same to Kurt.
Kurt's eyes rolled back a little and his hips rocked forward as Blaine stroked him. His breath began to catch in his throat as he and Blaine both sped up their movements, each rocking into the other's hand. Kurt didn't even know his own name. He wanted Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!
Kurt gasped out Blaine's name and was suddenly shooting all over his hand in the water. He clutched onto Blaine's neck with his free hand, and bit down onto his shoulder as he came, shaking a little with the enormity of what had just happened.
Blaine breathed with him for several moments, then Kurt seemed to spring back to life, realising that Blaine was still hard in his motionless hand.
"God, I'm sorry, Blaine," he muttered, and grabbed Blaine's hand firmly to drag him into shallower water.
"What are you doing?" Blaine tried to keep the panic out of his voice, but failed miserably as Kurt brought them to a halt and began to kneel down in front of him.
Kurt ignored him and calmly undid the ties on his board shorts, pulling them down enough to release his erection. Kurt gasped a little in wonder and Blaine didn't know how it happened but he felt himself get even harder. This was too soon, he thought to himself, but all thoughts flew out the window as he watched Kurt tentatively slip out his tongue and lick Blaine.
Blaine moaned so loudly he had to shove a fist in his mouth as the other found its way to clutch at Kurt's hair.
Kurt was sucking him slowly, twirling his tongue over the tip as he bobbed up, then around the base as he bobbed down. Blaine felt his toes start to curl and he began to warn Kurt.
"Kurt, I'm going to come," he said in a panicked voice, but Kurt merely sucked harder and Blaine felt himself explode down Kurt's throat.
Blaine let out a guttural sound and clutched onto Kurt's hair madly. He breathed deeply as Kurt pulled his mouth away, then took a shaky step and sank into the cool water beside him.
"Jesus," Blaine panted.
Kurt shook his head with a cheeky frown.
"No, no," he said firmly, pointing at himself, "Kurt."
Blaine laughed and kissed him breathlessly.
The two boys sat in the cool water leaning against each other, sometimes kissing, never saying a word, for a long time. They didn't need to speak. They were just in awe of the new realms of pleasure they had discovered together that could be theirs forever if they wanted it.
Eventually Blaine pulled Kurt to his feet and they made their way slowly back to their towels.
Kurt's eyes widened as he saw what lay on his towel.
"Blaine! What time is it?" he suddenly shrieked.
Blaine looked confused as he watched Kurt pinching his own skin in places and rummaging in his bag for… his compact?
Blaine's eyes fell on the sunscreen on Kurt's towel. The un-used sunscreen.
Oh.
Kurt felt his face drain of colour as he looked in the tiny mirror of his compact. His face certainly didn't visibly drain of colour though. It was red. Pink. Salmon. Crimson. Whatever shade you wanted to call it, Kurt was sunburnt.
He raised his face slowly to glare at Blaine.
Blaine handed Kurt his floppy hat.
"It was worth it," he said firmly, "I'll buy you a truckload of aloe vera."