Early!Klaine battles Kurt's layers!
Hope ya'll enjoy :)
(Also, who watched the Eurovision? Did you catch all the gay kisses and all the pride flags in the crowd?)
Summertime and Layers
It's too hot to move, thinks Blaine. He's squinting behind his shades and looking at Kurt, who really should take his shirt off.
It hasn't been the only reason he invited Kurt over; Kurt was excited himself when he learnt the Andersons had a pool in their backyard, and they both wanted to spend some time together. Newly boyfriends and all that.
But apparently it doesn't matter if Blaine had any ulterior motives, because while he chose to wear just a tight pair of swimming trunks, Kurt is still clad in a loose t-shirt and shorts over his swimsuit.
Well, it's still a lot less than his usual layers.
"Aren't you a little hot?" he asks, hoping to come off as flirty.
Kurt grins at him. "Trying to get me to undress?" he blushes, but keeps up his smile.
"Maybe," Blaine says.
He leans back and closes his eyes. "I'll get sunburned."
"Oh," Blaine looks away. "Okay." He decides to let it go. There will be other opportunities; besides, he doesn't want to push.
"So are we going to Trent's party?" Kurt asks.
We. Blaine's stomach clenches, excited. "If you want."
"I'd love to go with you," Kurt says easily.
"We should go, then."
The silence stretches for a few moments, but doesn't turn uncomfortable.
"Do you wanna get in the pool?"
Blaine looks at him. "S-sure." He feels like he's already swimming, moving through muggy air as he sits up slowly.
Kurt smiles and takes off Blaine's sunglasses. "Get in, I'll join you in a second."
He feels his face heat up even further and jumps up, nearly running to the pool. When he thought about Kurt possibly being shirtless in his presence, it hadn't felt that real. He looks at his toes like there's nothing more interesting, dipping them in the cool water before sliding in, splashing just a little bit.
He hears Kurt walk up behind him and turns instinctively- and makes a tiny noise of surprise.
Kurt isn't buff, but he definitely has some muscle under that gorgeous, smooth pale skin. His stomach is flat, tight, and his thighs are…
Blaine is very glad the water is cold.
Kurt is chewing on his lips nervously, and it takes a moment for Blaine to realize he's staring. He quickly averts his gaze and moves away from the edge of the pool, letting Kurt slip his long, long legs into the water.
"You can look at me," Kurt says softly.
So he does. "You're beautiful," he says.
Kurt's face is red- from the heat or from the embarrassment- but he smiles shyly anyway, inching his way into the cool water. He shivers once he's inside fully.
"Cold?" Kurt's skin breaks into goosebumps, and his nipples- don't stare.
"It's better than that disgusting heat," he says, moving closer to Blaine; his movements are almost in slow-motion, the water holding him back.
Blaine's fingers find his waist and hold gently, reverently. Their lips meet almost of their own accord, just a soft touch that tastes of watermelon and lemonade.
"I'm so going to get sunburned," murmurs Kurt and kisses him again.
"I'll help you put on aloe later."
Kurt giggles. "Of course you will." He opens his eyes to look at Blaine, and Blaine swallows a quick breath.
Those blue eyes, oh good god…
"Race you to the other side!" Kurt says and takes off before his words can register in Blaine's cloudy brain.
He laughs all the way across the pool as Blaine chases him with a wide grin.