Safe Harbor - 21

Bobby looked at Kurt and smirked. "Resist a handsome man. I so don’t think so."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "That is not what I meant and you know it."

"Yeah, I do. But for a second…well it was there so I had to say it."

"Of course you did." Kurt smiled in amusement. "You wouldn’t be you if you hadn’t. For now though, I think we both need to get some sleep. If you want to use the sofa I’ll get you a blanket, but you know the kids will wake you as soon as they come down for breakfast." He snapped his fingers. "Got it, you can crash on the sofa in my office where no one will bother you."

"Deal." Bobby got up, snagging his pack from the floor, and started in that direction. "Do I still get a blanket?"

Kurt nodded. "I’ll be right back with one."

When he returned a few minutes later it didn’t occur to him to knock before entering his office, so he was treated to a sight which sent his libido into high gear.

Bobby had obviously decided to clean up a bit in the small washroom off to one side of the office. He’d just stepped back into the room, still in his well-worn jeans which were half undone—and shirtless. For a moment he wasn’t aware Kurt was there as he stretched, every line of his lean muscular torso standing out in high relief.

Kurt hissed in a breath and Bobby whirled around. A sly grin lit his face. "Want to see the rest?" The effect of his words was ruined when he suddenly yawned widely. "Or not. I’m not sure I have the energy to strip," he admitted ruefully.

"Damned good thing." Kurt’s words came out as a low groaning growl which said a lot for what he was feeling just then. "Here’s the blanket. See you in the morning."

"Yeah. Thanks." Bobby moved close enough to take it from Kurt. For a second they stood frozen where they were. Then Bobby muttered, "The hell with it," and kissed Kurt. It was brief, nothing more than a brush of lips, before he grabbed the blanket and turned to go to the sofa.

Shocked, Kurt licked his lips as he watched him retreat. His voice was husky when he murmured, "Is that the best you can do?"

Bobby froze. Slowly he rotated on one foot to face Kurt again. "No."

Kurt beckoned to him. "Show me."

The pause after his words was pregnant with possibilities. They each took one step forward. Kurt’s arms encircled Bobby’s slender waist as their lips met in an exploratory kiss.

It might have gone well beyond exploration if Bobby hadn’t pulled back, yawning deeply. "Shit, that sort of killed things."

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. "For the time being, I think so." Cupping Bobby’s jaw he planted one last swift kiss on his mouth. "But there’s always tomorrow when we’ve both gotten some sleep."

"For reals?"

"Yes, for reals." Putting his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, Kurt turned him around, giving him a gentle push towards the sofa. "Go to bed, such as it is."

"You too." Bobby settled down, groaning when he saw the blanket on the floor a few feet away.

Kurt picked it up and spread it over the tired young man. "I’ll see you in the morning."

Bobby smiled, yawned again, and barely managed to nod before he fell asleep.