#rummels

For some reason, the stone walls seem to absorb the worst of the heat, and if they change into tank tops and yoga pants, they're not really suffering from the temperature.

They're actually lounging on the couch, Kurt half-focusing on a book he has meant to read for quite a while - at least, he has stolen it from his dad for quite a while - and Blaine lying between his legs with his tablet held above his head.

Kurt thinks that he's not entirely focusing on the book he's supposed to be reading - he can see the tension in Blaine's shoulders that indicates a Candy Crush annoyance - but this is nice.

His hand falls on his leg, the tip of his fingers brushing Blaine's shoulder, and Kurt absentmindedly draws circles and patterns on the soft skin, the book gradually getting all of his attention.

He doesn't even notice Blaine putting the tablet on the coffee table.

He doesn't notice when Blaine wiggles out of his light shirt - he feels the material brushing his neck and shoulder, but Kurt swats it away as he turns a page with his thumb.

He does notice, though, when Blaine pulls his shirt away to slide closer, nuzzling Kurt's stomach with his nose before resting his head there.

"You okay, sweetie?" Kurt asks, laughter shaking in his voice.

"Hmm," Blaine moans, the rumble of it vibrating against Kurt's stomach. "Just wanted a cuddle."

"A cuddle?" Kurt asks - with his mouth squished against Kurt's body, Blaine's speech is a little bit slurred.

"Cu-ddle," Blaine enunciates, burying his nose deeper into Kurt's stomach for good measure, and Kurt lifts his hand to cup the back of Blaine's head through his shirt.

"Cuddle," he repeats, dropping his book to the floor and taking his shirt off, wrapping his arms around Blaine.