The touch of fingertips is as sexy as it gets
Be grateful for the cold weather, okay?
… Well, and the fact that I actually went outside so I could feel it. hah.
“Of course part of the reason why I’m doing all these extra extracurriculars is to fill my days now that Kurt’s in New York. We talk, and skype, and text as much as possible, but the only time we’re really in sync is when we’re hate-watching Treme together.”
Kurt: Stop it! Stop it! Blaine ahah STOP IT I meaavfkskbldmmmmok.
a sweater, two boys and a ton of raspberries
Blaine has always been partial to Kurt’s fall wardrobe. He remembers paying a lot of attention to it when they first met, because Blaine himself was still in his school uniform half the time. Kurt’s wardrobe was full of cozy sweaters, oversized ones that made Blaine want to hold him close. He often had to stop himself from reaching out and petting the fabric, because that would have been weird. Best friends don’t pet.
But now, he’s allowed to touch. He doesn’t have to ask permission. He doesn’t have to stop himself when Kurt’s looking particularly snuggly. Like today. Kurt has this orange sweater on, and he keeps complaining that he must look like a pumpkin. It had looked darker online.
He’s talking about returning it.
Blaine frowns. He’s currently laying on Kurt’s stomach, stroking the part of Kurt’s stomach that doesn’t make him elbow Blaine in the face. (And while tickle fights are pretty swell, they aren’t conducive to cuddles.)
The sweater has ridden up a little on Kurt’s stomach, and a bit of his skin is exposed. His summer tan is fading, his freckles less prominent. Still, he looks delicious.
He doesn’t really give it much thought before lifting the fabric of his sweater and pushing his head underneath. Kurt is caught off-guard by this, and his legs are already flailing -
So Blaine sees so problem with pressing his lips to his stomach and blowing a raspberry.
Sweater caves are awesome.
ok now I’m tired.