A/N- Yes, the skiing accident is delightfully cliche, but it must be rectified by the fact that it totally happens in real life. I have an orange safety fence to which I owe a debt of gratitude to back that up. Anyways, its time for the boys to be reunited. I'm glad you seemed to enjoy their nonconventional means of talking while separated, but its time to get back to some face to face. Enjoy! And thank you so much for all the reviews. I hope the boys can brighten your day.
"Hey dad, do you mind if I go out for the afternoon?" Kurt already had his coat on and his keys in his hand, so the question was really perfunctory. But it was also the polite thing to do.
Burt looked up from the kitchen table where he was looking over a stack of bills and his balance book for the shop.
"Yeah, that's fine. Carole's working all day, and I'll just be here updating the books for the garage. Where are you headed off to?"
Kurt glanced over at the fridge for a moment, pondering the arrangement of magnets absently. He was trying to stop his mouth from twisting into a smile, which really only left him looking a bit weird.
"Um, Flint's back from his trip, actually. I said that I'd taking him shopping for new shorts."
"A bit early for that, don't you think?" Burt glanced out the window, making sure it was still as cold as it had been when he'd gone out to get milk this morning.
"Unless it's done with boots, I agree, but that really wouldn't work on him." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the idea. Flint had been right. Some people could wear a look, and some couldn't. The shorts and boot look, like Kurt had worn on his first trip to Dalton, would look ridiculous on the taller, sturdier boy.
Burt still looked lost as to why his son was taking his boyfriend shopping for summerwear.
"It's cause he had an accident skiing and broke his leg. He's fine, but he needs some new uniform pants that will fit over his cast and some shorts he can just wear around dorm halls. They'll be easier. Anyways," Kurt waved off the explanation. "All the cruise collections are out right now, so it's a perfect time of year to pick out shorts. We should be able to find some good deals."
Burt looked nonplussed at best, but just shrugged.
"Sounds good. I want you back by dinner though."
"Kay." Kurt smiled. "I have my phone." He called over his shoulder, heading out towards the front door.
Kurt had insisted on driving all the way to Flint's to pick him up. Even though Flint had argued that he could drive his automatic with just his good right foot.
Kurt's sat-nav had lead him correctly to a tall red brick house with a colonial facade and wide wrap-around porches on the first and second floors. It was a bit of an unusual look for Ohio.
Flint was sitting out on the front steps, waiting. As soon as he parked and stepped out of the car, Kurt was scolding him.
"I didn't want to believe it, but I guess it's true." Kurt look dismayed as Flint stood up with a bit of a hop and tucked his crutches under his arms. "How is it? Are you sure you're okay to go shopping?" He hovered around the boy as he moved towards the passenger side. Flint just laughed a little.
"Kurt, I'm fine, really."
In truth, his leg was a bit sore, but he sure as heck wasn't cancelling out. And he really did need to get some clothes to wear so his mom didn't take a pair of scissors to the left leg of his favourite jeans.
Kurt opened the door for him, and Flint managed to climb into the seat, taking the crutches and tucking them next to his bad leg. Just as the other boy shifted to close the door and move to the driver's side Flint let out a dull "oh."
Kurt turned, confused.
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot something." Flint replied, doing his best to keep a straight face and look concerned. "Can you just-" Flint motioned for a hand and Kurt quickly moved forwards to help him.
Flint had a slightly different idea though. As soon as he was close enough, Flint reached out, and instead of grasping for support, he reached out a finger and hooked it into Kurt's collar. He pulled Kurt forward carefully and tipped his head, leaning in to press his lips to the other boy's.
Flint pulled back with a smile.
"There. Better." He was sure his grin looked pretty stupid, but Kurt didn't stop him as he leant back in for another kiss. Kurt was the first to pull away this time, his head ducking down, his cheeks pink and his finger coming up to scratch faintly at his lower lip.
"Are your parents around?" Kurt asked, clearly feeling a little self-conscious, even hidden behind the car door. Flint reached out and grabbed his hand, knitting their fingers together.
"Driving Vanessa back to school. They left twenty minutes ago."
"Oh. Okay." Kurt relaxed a little. Flint could see his shoulders drop, and he began to respond a little to Flint's soft, encouraging kisses. He giggled at the slight tickle of Flint's exhalation against the nape of his neck as he kissed Kurt's skin lightly.
The bright smile this brought to Flint's face seemed to do something effective, because Kurt's mouth was suddenly on his, a hand running the line from the top of his jaw to rest along his cheek and deepen the kiss.
Flint let out a satisfied hum as he pulled away.
"Awesome." Kurt just rolled his eyes and stepped back, making sure all of Flint and his extra accessories were inside before he shut the door. But he was smiling all the way to the outlet mall.
They had already picked up a pair of cargo shorts that Kurt had deemed "utilitarian, but acceptable," a pair of looser cut jeans that still managed to "fit quite well in the back," and a pair of black shorts that were plain, but well cut.
They had stopped for a coffee and were sipping them outside in the cool air, leaning against one of the large cement planters. Flint had just told Kurt about the wonders of poutine and ketchup chips in Canada, and how he, Danny and Vanessa had gone out one night to hear live music at one of the resort venues.
"I missed you." Kurt grinned widely, dipping his head to touch lightly against Flint's shoulder.
His touch was cut short by a jarring knock as a stocky looking boy collided with Kurt's shoulder.
Instead of murmuring an apology, he stopped and stared at the two of them, his mouth down-turned.
"Why don't you watch where you're standing fa-"
Flint didn't wait for him to finish the word. He didn't want to hear it. He shifted forwards as much as he could on his leg, shielding Kurt a little.
"Just so you know, I broke this foot putting it up the ass of the last guy who said something stupid to my boyfriend. Why don't you keep walking."
The boy just sort of stared for a moment before he moved on, tucking his chin down into his hoodie. Flint grunted a bit in discomfort as he shifted his weight back and tried to take the pressure off his cast.
"That was awfully cro-magnon of you." Kurt snorted. Flint frowned and stared back at the unexpected words.
"Sorry, am I not supposed to stand up for us?" Flint shot back defensively.
"You should have just ignored it. Things could have gotten physical."
"So. I'm not weak Kurt."
"You're being ridiculous." Kurt hissed. Flint wanted to look irritated, but leaning on crutches, staring over at the reproving boy surrounded with shopping bags, he just felt petulant.
"You think I can't defend you like that?"
Ugh. What was he saying? Flint would kick himself if it wouldn't be incredibly painful one way or another. But he couldn't help it. He had seen Kurt wince when that word had hit. And it made him angry.
"I think one good push could make you topple over." Kurt shot back, shooting a glance at Flint's cast. "And to be honest, I don't particularly care whether you can or not! I asked you out to be my boyfriend Flint, not my bodyguard."
Flint gritted his teeth together tightly for a minute before struggling unsteadily to the bench nearby. Kurt came and sat next to him as he leaned his crutches against the slats.
Flint rested his elbows on his knees, clutching his hands together tightly as he searched for the way to explain this to the other boy.
"Kurt, look...you always make me feel so...you act like the head bitch sometimes, but really you're so...gentle inside." Flint leaned heavily on the back of the bench so he could reach forward and rub a knuckle softly over Kurt's temple. He tried to take a deep breath into his lungs. "You make me want to be like that. But... truth is I'm still kinda a...scrapper, Kurt. Underneath the lovely Dalton polished front, I'm a lot of rough edges. I wrestle with Jeff, and I've been known to slide tackle pretty hard in soccer, or charge the plate when I'm playing ball, and I'm gonna do stupid things sometimes, and I might get into a fight. But I'll promise that I won't go looking for them. I don't do that. I just don't want you hurt."
"What and you think I want you to get hurt?" Kurt shot back, looking a little sad and frustrated.
"No."
"Then you have to stop this. I don't want to argue with you, I want my sweet Flint back." Kurt screwed his face up a little. Flint pushed a piece of hair out of his face.
"Don't be mad." He murmured. Kurt looked at him determinedly.
"I'm not. Not really. I'm scared to be honest."
"I scared you?" Kurt shook his head immediately, hating the timidity in Flint's voice at the thought.
"Baby," Kurt whispered the soft pet name and reached out, running just one fingertip over the back of Flint's hand as it sat on the seat between them. "You don't know how great I think it is that you have a family that loves you, and that you've always gone to schools that have protected you from some of the terrible things people can say and do...but I know better. My family loved me yeah, but people have said things, they've thrown me in dumpsters and against lockers, threatened me. Babe, there are people out there who are serious about hurting us."
Kurt's stomach hurt at the deep frown and heavy realization in Flint's face.
"I'm not trying to scare you. But I want to protect you too." Kurt continued, pressing softly over the tip of Flint's index finger. Flint might not always be the most docile of boys, and he may have had those rough edges he had mentioned, but there was something in him that Kurt was beginning to be fiercely defensive of. He had a...it sounded stupid to say purity, maybe it was more an optimism...that Kurt wished he could capture. He didn't want to take that from the other boy, but it would be so much worse to see it stolen by someone else's words or hands.
"Okay. Okay, I get it." Flint finally said firmly. His finger lifted and tapped Kurt back. "I didn't think of it like that."
"I know. I like that about you." Kurt admitted, and in truth it confused Flint a bit, but he really didn't want anymore serious talk right now. He wanted laughing and teasing and maybe a bit of kissing.
"Come on. Let's get back to shopping. I'll try on any outfit you want." Flint offered, slowly rising back to his feet and adjusting his crutches under his arms.
"I'm not coming out."
"Really Flint, I think its a bit late for that." Kurt teased, tapping on the door. "Come on. It can't be that bad."
"No. I look ridiculous Kurt. Can't you find me something else? Please."
Kurt huffed in exaggeration.
"At least let me come inside and see. I can't make the proper adjustments to my styling if I don't know what isn't working."
Flint was silent for a moment before he let out a sigh and the lock bar slid back.
"Fine. But I warned you." Kurt slipped into the change room and couldn't help letting out a snort.
Flint glared at him in the mirror.
"Well...they fit over your cast." Kurt tried.
"I look like a Saturday Night Fever reject." Flint deadpanned, looking down at the dark jeans that flared weirdly at the knee. "And this shirt shows way too much." He shifted uncomfortable in the tight v-necked tee. It showed every part of him that wasn't particularly perfectly toned. He wasn't too vain, but this shirt was ridiculous.
"To be honest, I really only picked this to see if you'd try it on for me." Kurt admitted, still observing the pants with slight disbelief and considerable amusement. "They are absolutely awful pants... And they make your butt look flat. Which is a crime."
Kurt threw out the last comment with a wicked smile as he slipped back outside. Two new items were quickly slung over the top of the door.
"Here. These should actually look good."
"You're a tease." Flint grumbled, hearing Kurt's laughter from the other side.
The new outfit was a vast improvement. The plaid shirt was fitted, not vacuum sealed like the other top, and pushed up comfortably to his elbows.
"The pants should be fine. It's a standard trouser fit, but the legs fall a bit straighter than usual from the hip. Should be fine over the cast."
Kurt was right.
The black pants were comfortable, while still being presentable if he had to go somewhere nicer. They'd actually look good with a set of suspenders that he had back in his dorm room. Maybe he could convince Kurt to go out for dinner soon or something.
"Can I see?" Flint slid the lock open and stepped out without protesting this time. Kurt's eye was appraising before it was appreciative.
"I am really good at this." Kurt said smugly, fingering the top button of Flint's shirt in an entirely distracting way. "Go change back. We still need to go by the school tailors and see what he can do for you."
"Wow. You actually did break your leg skiing. You're like a walking cliche." Jeff commented. He had come back to Dalton that morning and was only just seeing Flint at lunch.
"Hobbling cliche thanks," Flint grunted in frustration as one of the crutches caught on the leg of a chair. The rush job from the school outfitter's meant that he at least had a couple pair of altered uniform pants, but all the walking from Saturday had caught up with him, and he had been feeling achy and uncomfortable all morning.
"I should have just run the kid over. This sucks."
He fell heavily into the chair, pushing out the seat next to him so he could rest his leg on it.
"Hi!" Kurt grinned and set his tray down lightly on the other side of the table.
"Hey Kurt."
"Hmph." Kurt raised an eyebrow, looking from Flint to Jeff, who just shook his head.
"Don't mind him. He's in a bitchy mood."
"Go feck yourself." Flint shot at his friend darkly.
"Flint." Kurt's voice was reproving, and he felt a spark of guilt, but then the ache in his leg throbbed dully, and he went back to not caring.
"What."
Blaine had been about to sit down next to Kurt, but stalled when he saw Kurt's reaction. Oh wow. Kurt had his scary-ass bitch face on. Jeff seemed a little spooked as well.
"Jeff, Blaine, why don't you guys go grab some dessert." There was a scrape of chair legs as the two boys booted it away from the table. Kurt folded his hands together on the table and leaned forwards.
"Okay. I get it. You're in pain, and its making you irritable, but there really isn't any need for you to be a complete ass to your friends. They're just trying to help."
Flint slumped a little more at Kurt's sharp words, sending him a guilty glance for a moment.
"I know."
Kurt let his expression soften. He pushed out of his chair and rounded the table to perch on the edge of Jeff's seat.
"Hey. Look at me." Flint's frowning face looked up reluctantly at the boy beside him. "Make it through the day, and after school I promise to take care of you. "
"You don't have to."
"I want to. Although I may make you sit through all my ideas for solo auditions."
"Fine." Kurt observed the miserable looking boy next to him. He let out a low sigh and grabbed Flint's near hand under the table.
"I know how you feel about public stuff, but can I give you a kiss on the cheek? Maybe make you feel better?"
Flint looked at the other boy, still trying to keep up his facade of anger, when really he was just sore and irritable. But it wobbled a bit when he saw Kurt's ducked head watching him carefully, and when he felt Kurt's thumb smooth over his palm firmly.
"Yeah." It was barely a mumble, but Kurt seemed to have heard it, as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against Flint's cheek.
Flint's gut heaved a little in affection and discomfort as Kurt pulled away and stood to return to the other side of the table.
"Now, can Jeff and Blaine come back and you'll play well with others?"
Flint nodded. With an all clear wave from Kurt, the other two boys returned to the table.
Flint looked up, a little bit sheepishly.
"Sorry guys, I guess I'm bad company." Blaine waved it off and Jeff just shrugged.
"I'm used to your little mood swings by now. No worries. Here. We got you pudding." Jeff slid over the peace offering which made Flint's smile emerge just a little.
Kurt scoffed good naturedly.
"So wait, pudding gets a smile, but a kiss from me gets nothing?"
"I have dance, so I'll see you guys later. Feel better Flint. Please, please feel better." Jeff finished under his breath, making Kurt stifle a laugh he didn't want to explain to Flint.
"This sucks!" Flint groaned, lowering himself towards the bed halfway before just falling the rest of the way.
"You are terrible at being an invalid." Kurt scolded, nudging Flint over and grabbing all the pillows. "In my experience, most guys are awful at it though, so don't feel too bad."
"Gee thanks." Flint shifted to let Kurt pile his pillows in the corner of the wall and the headboard.
Kurt shot him a smile nonetheless.
"Admittedly you're better than Finn or my dad. Taking care of my dad after his heart attack...he just refused to rest properly. I threatened to lock all his shoes in my closet so he couldn't go to the garage. And the last time Finn had a cold, I almost smothered him to death in his sleep. He spent ten consecutive hours rolling around on the couch and moaning about how sore his throat was." As he spoke, Kurt gently pressed Flint back so that he sat against the pillows, adjusting the bedding into a sort of nest further down. Adding one of the pillows, he lifted Flint's cast and rested it carefully on top.
"Are you comfortable?" Flint gave a bit of a reluctant smile.
"Yeah. Thanks. You're actually pretty good at this, you know." Kurt just smiled, and wandered over to Flint's desk to get his laptop, trailing the power cord behind him. Kurt planted himself firmly on the open space of the bed and put the computer on top of his legs.
"Dyou want a drink or anything?" Kurt inquired. Flint shook his head. The moment Kurt was distracted in pulling up an episode of Mad Men though, Flint sighed a bit. Admittedly, he had been a huge pain in the ass all day, but he was in pain, and frustrated by his reduced mobility, and it was really starting to hit him that he would miss out on regionals this year, which was really actually quite crappy. He leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around Kurt, resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Hey." Kurt pressed play and leaned back, letting himself rest against Flint's chest. Flint let one of his hands rub softly over Kurt's arm. "Thanks for putting up with me today. I'll try to be in a better mood."
"It's okay. Everyone has off days." Kurt said quietly, hugging Flint's arm to his chest. "Though I should warn you, when mine comes, you'd better be equally forgiving, cause I can be a huge bitch."
Flint grinned.
"Aw, but you're so sweet and caring!" Flint countered, burying his nose in the joint of Kurt's neck. "Hmmmmmm."
The hum tickled Kurt a little and he squirmed, only managing to press closer to Flint's side.
"I missed this. I admit it, I'm a total cuddle whore. Maybe that's why I've been in such a bad mood. Results of a week long cuddle withdrawl." Flint pondered.
"Somehow I doubt that." Kurt snorted. Flint frowned at the slight disbelief that still filtered into Kurt's voice sometimes when Flint vocalized his physical interest for him.
"Why?"
"Dunno," Kurt shrugged a little. Flint frowned and pulled Kurt into his arms a little bit tighter. If Kurt didn't believe his words, maybe he'd be more receptive to touch. He ducked his head closer to Kurt's.
"Have I told you yet that you smell amazing?" Flint's voice was low, his lips just barely pressing forwards against the skin behind Kurt's ear.
"Flint..."
"I did miss you." Flint's hands played with Kurt's uniform shirt a little, subtly untucking it from his trousers. "All of you Kurt. I missed your voice and your teasing. And your face. And your hands. And your collarbones, which I will admit, are killer, and I may be a little obsessed with." Flint lifted one hand and ran it over the dips in front of his shoulders.
Kurt swallowed, and his eyes caught on the cast on Flint's leg, resting on the pile of bedding. He pulled away a little.
"Maybe we shouldn't..." Kurt caught Flint's eye, thankfully noticing the slightly apprehensive expression that sprung up.
"Oh."
Flint's intent stumbled for a moment.
Maybe Kurt hadn't missed him like he had missed Kurt. Maybe he was second guessing being with Flint after a week apart, or maybe...Blaine...or...
Kurt knew he had to reassure him. He wasn't exactly sure where Flint's mind was going right now, but it didn't look like it was heading towards the conclusions Kurt had intended.
"I imagine that your doctor said something about no strenuous activity. I don't want you in any more pain than you already are."
Kurt felt his breath smooth out a little as the warm spark flowed back into Flint's gaze.
"What exactly do you have planned?" Flint teased, raising an eyebrow at the other boy. "I was just aiming for some kissing. I don't think making out is going to put too much stress on my leg."
"I guess not." Kurt said reluctantly, looking down at Flint's cast.
"Come on...don't you want to kiss me?" Flint murmured, his eyes flitting from Kurt's to his lips.
"Um..." Flint let his fingers dig under Kurt's oxford and press against the warm skin of his waist.
"You've put up with me all day, and now you're taking care of me. Let me return the favour." Flint squeezed his hand softly over Kurt's side and nuzzled into the join between Kurt's neck and shoulder.
"Why do I feel like this isn't completely selfless?" Kurt teased reluctantly, tilting his head to the side a little more.
"Cause you're hot, and I like it." Flint murmured against his skin, sending him a wicked grin. Kurt felt a little guilty still, thinking back to what his dad had said about feeling pressure to do something for the other boy.
"You don't have to do anything, you know." Kurt insisted. "I want to look after you because I care about you. Not in exchange for anything."
Flint smiled a little, and almost laughed a bit, before he just hugged Kurt tightly.
"It's really...That makes me...It's amazing to me that you care about me. Like that. Good, great amazing." Flint's genuine tone made Kurt smile.
"But Kurt...It's been more than a week since either of us has actually touched each other. And to be straight with you, cast or no cast, I really want to just kiss you until you stop talking about feelings right now." Flint's hands skillfully manoeuvred around Kurt's waist, pressing and encouraging him to turn around and lie on the bed.
Kurt found himself looking over at his boyfriend, who's face was open and honest, but also seemed to be skimming over his body in appreciation. Kurt felt a flash of discomfort and self-conciousness, before a flush of heat washed it away. Flint...wanted him. And while that was sexy as heck, it was also really sweet to Kurt in a way he couldn't really explain.
"Oh. Okay." Kurt relented, finally letting his hands reach out for Flint in a way that was more caressing than caring.
Flint was warm, and solid, and near, and Kurt really liked that. He shifted, his lower and upper body twisting so that he could rest one arm on Flint's chest without having his legs knock against the cast.
"C'mere. Please." Flint breathed out and the slight neediness in his tone dragged Kurt in. He moved his hand from Flint's chest to his neck and pressed a kiss against Flint's lips. Flint grinned into it, almost immediately raising the stakes as he readjusted so he could suck a little on Kurt's lower lip. As soon as he released it, Kurt pushed forwards, being insistent with Flint with his tongue and mouth.
"Kurt." Flint panted between open kisses. "Oh, honey, you're way too good at that." Flint groaned as Kurt's teeth scraped so lightly against his skin. "Oh damn honey, yeah..." Kurt had taken Flint's encouraging words and tried to be brave, exploring whether or not his boyfriend was okay with him sucking gently on the skin of his neck. From the reaction he was getting, it seemed to be going well.
Kurt was possibly leaving a hickey on his neck, although Flint wasn't sure if he was aware of it. To be honest, it would be covered by his school shirt, so he really didn't care. Especially because it felt fecking amazing. So good he pretty much stopped noticing where his hands were. They skimmed back and forth from the nape of Kurt's neck, massaging softly there, and down to press an open palm against Kurt's hip. So far between them, contact had been very much...above the belt. But Flint just couldn't help it. His right hand was tucked around Kurt's waist. So close...
Flint felt a tiny nip at his neck from Kurt spark a shiver through his body and he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to be a gentleman. He wanted to treat Kurt with all the respect and consideration and courtesy he deserved. But to be honest, the way his boyfriend was experimentally kissing and just barely running his tongue over his ear was pretty much frying the control board for his morals. Flint's hand dipped slowly to Kurt's lower back, tracing low passing circles.
At least, until Kurt's hand left his jaw line and scratched slightly over his chest. Flint felt all the air drain from his chest and with a hot surge, his hand slipped over Kurt's ass, resting gently there and pulling Kurt closer to him.
The other boy gasped into his mouth and Flint couldn't help the way his hand flexed over the back pocket of Kurt's school trousers. But his eyes caught Kurt's warily.
"Sorry, is that okay?" Flint breathed heavily, looking at Kurt with concern. The other boy just sort of nodded jerkily, before diving back into their heavy make out session with renewed enthusiasm.
"Yeah. Totally...totally..." Kurt squirmed a little at the way he was pressed into Flint's hip by his hand, letting out a little noise that was neither upset nor satisfied. "...okay baby."
Kurt shifted a bit to keep his hips from aligning too closely with his boyfriend's.
Their kissing was getting a little messy, but that wasn't really a problem for either of them. Neither of them were speaking, just letting out little gasps and heavy pants. Kurt's hand had found it's way under Flint's oxford and undershirt, fingers raking slowly from ribs to waistband. Flint's hand was tucked into Kurt's back pocket, revelling in this new boundary Kurt allowed him.
He could do this for hours and hours and- oh.
"Oh!" Flint let out unexpectedly, his eyes snapping down as Kurt's own movements stalled.
Kurt's wandering hand had dragged his forearm a little close to the midline of Flint's pants, brushing against him. Kurt's eyes widened at the tented trouser front he hadn't really noticed while he had been focusing on Flint's mouth and neck, nor had a chance to see in the past. It was...a little fascinating. Kind of scary. And almost... impressive. He had...caused...that. He had turned Flint on?
He really shouldn't have been so surprised. He was pretty hard himself, but he was lying on his front, pressed against the innocuous Dalton mattress beneath them. And while Flint had admitted before that Kurt...did this to him...there was really something else to actually seeing the evidence.
Kurt felt a little pervy, but he was also almost fascinated. And so he didn't notice the way that Flint's ears lit up red at his staring, and the way he seemed to get more and more unnerved as Kurt didn't say anything. Flint was thoroughly embarrassed, but his attempt to roll over away from Kurt was ruined by the anchoring weight of his cast. So instead he huffed in frustration and squeezed his eyes shut, just hoping that it would go away quickly. His hand had drawn back from Kurt's pocket and fisted a little desperately in the sheets.
"Sorry. I'm sorry." He murmured, ignoring everything around him, including the shift in the mattress beside him.
"Is that...for me?" Kurt ventured hesitantly.
"You're the one I'm in bed with aren't you." Flint replied shortly. Kurt wasn't sure how to make Flint feel better without being incredibly awkward, so he just went for the only half sane idea in his head.
"You know...you don't need to play so hard to get all the time. I want you too." Kurt whispered, shifting to lie on his side. He refused to look down, or directly in Flint's eyes, instead staring at a point just over his shoulder to avoid just...exploding with embarrassment. Flint finally opened his eyes and looked to Kurt with confusion. Until his gaze shifted lower to see Kurt in the same state as him.
"Oh..." Flint's voice was more of an exhalation than a real word. "Oh wow."
"Yeah..." Kurt swallowed, shifting to pull his leg up and shield himself from view. He moved so that he could only see Flint from the waist up.
"Should we?" Kurt frowned. To be honest, he wasn't sure what he was suggesting. He wanted to pass off the directing of their next move to Flint , no matter how cheap it was to pawn off the decision.
"Cool off?" Flint admitted, guessing a little at what Kurt was suggesting. Kurt shrugged.
"Yeah. Yeah probably." Flint sighed, ending it in a breathy laugh. Why were they practising restraint when they were both clearly raring to just go at it? Flint looked down at Kurt, whose head was lying on his arms, eyes watching Flint through his lashes. Oh. Right. Cause Kurt was amazing.
Stupid amazing Kurt.
Flint reached out and smoothed back the other boy's hair gently.
"We should...cool off." Kurt gave him a tight smile and nodded.
"Why don't I go grab some dinner to bring up to you, and then we can watch Mad Men or something until Jeff gets back."
Flint nodded.
"Yeah. I'm kinda hungry." Kurt rose from the bed and grabbed his coat, clutching it against his chest for modesty.
"Okay. I'll be back in a bit then."
"Kay. Take your time." Flint threw out there. He didn't know about Kurt, but their make out sessions were progressively increasing the need for personal relief afterwards. And the night after. And sometimes in the shower the next day if Jeff had left the room already. Kurt gave him a quick kiss and seemed to rush from the room more quickly than necessary.
Flint smiled at his retreating footsteps outside the door for a moment. At least until his tongue ran over his dry lips and he could taste...Kurt. His problem came right back to the centre of his mind right away.
Jeff wasn't due back for another hour or so, but Flint wasn't going to risk another embarrassing episode for the two of them for the want of a locked door.
True, his wobbling journey from the bed to the door and back with one stiff leg and...well...yeah ...other issues, made things interesting. But at least afterwards he could lay back in his bed that smelled like Kurt and was still warm from his body and let go some of his teenaged tension a little.
