Title: Time After Time
Rating: R just to be safe
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Kurt
Genre: Fluff
Spoilers: Sam exists? Is that even a spoiler anymore?
Disclaimer: I don't own. If I did... I don't even know. I'd probably die of shock.
A/N: Drabble-ish for
ah_lisa , who suggested Kurt wearing Sam's clothes.
Word Count: ~800
It was times like these that Sam had to use every fiber of his being to not drag Kurt right back into his bed. He had gotten up earlier than usual, and being unable to fall back asleep, he'd untangled himself from his boyfriend's sleepy form and made his way to the kitchen to attempt to make breakfast. He was halfway through stirring up some pancake batter when Kurt strolled into the kitchen.
In nothing but one of Sam's old flannel shirts.
If the bowl hadn't been resting on the counter at the time, it would most definitely have been on the floor. Though he had seen Kurt in much less about a hundred times before, there was something so much more intimate about him casually strolling out in just a shirt. Just his boyfriend's shirt. The pale blue material hung just below Kurt's behind, covering what "counted", although it was falling off one of his shoulders as he reached into a cabinet for a coffee cup.
"You could have woken me up." Kurt muttered while bringing his cup over to the coffee machine to pour himself some of the hot drink. "It wouldn't have killed me."
In all honesty, he really couldn't have. The way the brunette's mouth fell open slightly as he slept, the way his hair was disheveled and his fingers twisted around the sheets haphazardly covering him... well, Sam couldn't be bothered to ruin such a beautiful sight. He'd had every intention of making breakfast and bringing it to the other boy in bed, but this sight? So much better.
"I didn't want to." He shrugged, turning back to the pancake batter in hopes that he could stop staring long enough to get breakfast started. Kurt chuckled lightly at Sam's simple answer and hoisted himself onto the countertop opposite the island counter Sam was using, readjusting his shirt before picking his cup back up.
Sam turned to turn the pan on so he could start cooking, but instead was stopped once again. Instead of his collarbones being bared to the world, the fact that it was pulled tighter over his shoulders displayed more of his chest, a perfect expanse of pale flesh that Sam had so much desire to mark up. Leaving the bowl on the counter, he made his way up to Kurt and wrapped his arms around the boy's slender waist.
"Why do you do this to me?" He pretended to whine, burying his face into Kurt's neck and sucking on the soft skin gently.
Kurt moaned lightly, his hands coming up to run over the planes of Sam's bare shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Looking perfect, smelling fantastic, tasting amazing." He mumbled, biting into the flesh beneath his lips before soothing it with his tongue.
"You're lucky your parents are gone this weekend." Kurt pointed out, gasping and gripping Sam's shoulders tighter when the blonde bit down harder and then tugged on the skin slightly. Sam knew it was true, though. He hadn't been able to keep his hands off Kurt since they'd gotten to his house from school the day before. It was a miracle they managed to get to eating dinner, and even then he was either holding Kurt's hand, or had his arms wrapped around the smaller boy's waist, or was just touching him in some way.
"Nope, you're lucky." He retorted, not really knowing what else to say; he was much more concerned with adding to the beautiful collection of love bites he'd given Kurt the night before. However, he knew that actually making breakfast was probably more important than ravishing his boyfriend on the kitchen counter, so he forced himself to step away and finally turn to the stove.
"Restraining yourself willingly? Is this real life?" Kurt teased as Sam heated a pan and began ladeling batter onto it.
Sam gave him a devilish grin. "Oh don't worry, this is just showing how much I'll lack restraint later. I plan on filling you until you're begging me to stop." He turned back to breakfast as Kurt's jaw dropped, feeling a little smug that he'd silenced the great Kurt Hummel. The rest of the time he was cooking was spent mostly in quiet, as the boy on the counter beside him had been stunned into silence. He had to laugh when Kurt licked his lips, eyes glazing over as he was probably imagining the scenario that had been explained to him.
Ten minutes later when he was done plating the pancakes and setting the table, he turned back to Kur and almost wanted to forgo breakfast. The boy was looking at him the way he always did when Sam was wearing his football jersey or singing... the things that turned Kurt on most.
"Alright, calm down over there and come get something to eat." He insisted, grinning at the way Kurt looked so dejected by the suggestion.
It wasn't like they didn't have more time.