Written for Klaine Hiatus Madness week! Link: drblaine*tumblr*com/post/53261995281/klaine-hiatus -madness-week-june-24th-to-june
Day 1- Summer Camp :D
But Uh-Oh Those Summer Nights
Kurt hovered over Blaine's body, tilting back his head to allow the boy better access to his neck. He moaned lightly, gripping Blaine's biceps and shivering. Blaine smiled against his throat, licking a broad stripe upwards to his chin, soothing the marks of his teeth.
"We're going to be so late for dinner," gasped Kurt, but made no movement to leave.
Blaine nibbled on his collar bone. "Still want you." The pout was audible in his voice.
"We both already came twice," he said, the memory of Blaine's body pressed close to him as he bucked off the bed with the intensity of his orgasm rising goosebumps all over his skin. "I really doubt I can get hard again."
"I believe in you," smirked Blaine, running his hands down Kurt's spine.
"We really, really have to go. They'll be looking for us," he muttered, tangling his hands in Blaine's messy hair. The gel in it was forgotten a long time ago, and bunches of it were jutting out in different directions.
Blaine huffed, looking at the clock over Kurt's shoulder. "Fine." He stretched up to kiss Kurt deeply one last time, and sighed. "Make yourself decent, I'll try to fix my hair. Puck's going to be so happy."
Kurt giggled and leaned back, letting his hands roam all over Blaine's tan chest. "Okay," he said with a little smile.
Slowly, trying not to get dizzy, he rolled out of the bed, which creaked angrily at him, and went to fetch a new pair of jeans- god knows how he's going to get that stain out of his other pair- and a black sweater that informed that he indeed was 'Summer Camp Crew'.
Blaine went straight into the bathroom, holding back a shriek of horror at the boy (and the hair) staring back at him in the mirror.
He ducked his head, putting it under the tap and running the hot water. That should work- he could get his hair to look almost like before.
In a record time of five minutes, Kurt hid the bruises on his throat with the turtleneck of the sweater, and Blaine's hair was presentable again. He was also wearing a clean T-shirt and sweatpants. Hand in hand, they went out the door and headed over to the dining hall.
Apparently people were more interested in their food than in two hand-holding boys crossing the hall, and they grab themselves plates of food, mostly unnoticed until they reached the crew table.
Which suddenly filled with cheers, clapping and laughter, loud enough to draw the attention of the rest of the kids, who stareed, intrigued. Puck patted Kurt on the back when he sat down, blushing to the roots of his hair. Blaine tried to cover his face with his hand, sitting across the table from him and immediately starting to dig into his food.
"Just shut up, okay?" muttered Kurt.
"Dude, Mrs. Green is going to kill you if she finds out," said Sam, sounding half-amused half-worried.
Kurt glared at him. "Then she better not find out." And with that, he kicked Puck in the shin, strongly enough to stop his chuckles and make him hiss.
Then he grabbed a fork and started eating calmly.