Simon Smythe. Hi. After scanning his shelf for several movie options and making sure he had grabbed the movies he’d said he’d bring, Marshall made his way out of his room, tip toeing passed Everett’s room not wanting to apparently breathe too loudly for his brother’s liking, before noticing Blaine’s door open, his eyes gazing over his brother fast asleep on top of his bed surrounded by books. “Atta boy, B.” Marshall said with a chuckle as he made his way down the stairs and toward the kitchen, grabbing a few cans of soup from the pantry and a bottle of orange juice to match.
Snaking his way out to his car, Marshall tossed his messenger bag onto the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, backing out of the driveway and making his way toward the Smythe residence. Of course, Marshall hadn’t seen Simon since the party, and things in his head about the events of that night were still hazy at best, also there was the issue of the possible “more than simply friends” feelings that were lingering on his mind, but Marshall needed to focus on making sure Simon was well, not dealing with that. Singing a long to the sounds of Adele’s “Rumour Has It..” on the radio, Marshall made the turn off on the road where the Smythes lived, having heard all about the Smythe household from people around school.
“Holy Big House, Batman.” Marshall said as he pulled up to Simon’s house, which was large and certainly in charge. Marshall knew his own house was fairly large, but this house took the cake and ate it, too. Parking the car near the front of the house, Marshall grabbed his messenger bag and made his way to the front door, pressing the door bell and bouncing on his heels a little. When a tall man answered the door, Marshall smiled as the man nodded and pointed up the stairs. “Ah, I see Pie Maker has been using his psychic abilities again..” Marshall said as he smiled to the man and made his way up the stairs. Making his way down the hall, Marshall found Simon’s room, knocking a little before peaking his head in. “Honey, I’m home..” Marshall said with a chuckle as he made his way in.
Simon was curled up in bed, his phone the only way he was communicating with the world. It was as if he were a strange version of an eskimo, with the blanket wrapped around his head like the hood of a winter coat. The only difference was that his lower body, clad only in boxers, were bare. It seemed that his legs had the fever and his head and shoulders had a chill.
There was a thing about most of the Smythe men that few knew, and that’s that they were complete babies when they were sick. It was either genetic or bred into them at a secret government facility of some sort, he wasn’t sure. Either way, Simon wanted someone to take care of him. Loudly complaining on the dash had gotten him little sympathy from his boyfriend, but a text to Marshall had won him an offer of chicken soup and demands for the bad kind of shitty television. It was more than he expected to get and he immediately whimpered and begged for it, even though his fingers typed a more cocky message.
The door to his bedroom opened almost immediately after he heard a knock and Simon fell into a series of hacking coughs that had him reaching for the box of tissues on his nightstand. Clearing his throat, he looked over the coffee table and loveseat near the door and saw it was Marshall, then collapsed back into bed. With a weak voice, he wiggled over on the bed until he was against the wall, far enough to make room for Mars to join him, and whined, “Maaaaars, come love me and we’ll be best friends forever. I will owe you, I don’t care. Kidney, firstborn, whatever. I am so siiiick… Make me happy.”
And yet none of them will top the Thong Song. …It must be sad to peak early.
After the Thong Song, everyone knows it’s all down hill from there. Why even bother trying? How can you top such a masterpiece?
A snippet of the musical sequence from Get Over It.
How many things do you regret, Sisqo? Because I bet the answer is a lot.
Both of Kurt’s hands remained in a death-grip on Simon’s hips as he was pushed down against the mattress. Hundreds of thoughts were racing through Kurt’s head in that moment; some telling him to stop, telling him to carry on, and others simply reminding him of how damn good he felt. He released a deep, growl-like moan as Simon ground against him, causing Kurt to automatically roll his own hips up in search of more friction. “S-Simon, you’re so.. fuck, y-you’re unbelievable.” Kurt was almost panting by the time the doorbell rang unexpectedly, his breathing sounding twice as harsh as the room went silent.
“O-okay. Hurry up.” Kurt sighed. He watched Simon leave the room, before slumping backwards onto the mattress. Kurt didn’t know whether to scream, due to them being rudely interrupted, or just smile and squeal with happiness because of how heated things had just gotten between them. Still, it felt like Simon was taking forever downstairs. Kurt released an impatient sigh. He shivered slightly at the sudden drop in room temperature, but immediately remembered what Simon had said about staying shirtless; so instead, Kurt just clutched one of the pillows to his chest and smiled to himself.
Sliding down the rail of the staircase, Simon barely waited to see how much he owed him before he threw a few twenties at the delivery boy and slammed the door in his face. He took the steps two at a time as he ran back into his room and threw the bag on the floor before jumping back onto the bed and pulling the pillow away from Kurt’s chest. “No fucking way. Do we need to get the handcuffs? I am not giving this up.”
Taking Kurt’s hands in his, Simon pinned them against the mattress and resumed exactly where he’d left off from. His tongue wrapped around Kurt’s collar bone, sucking at it and leaving a trail of raw, red skin in the wake. At that moment, he hated that the food had arrived and would’ve ignored it completely if it hadn’t been more damaging to their evening to do so. How stupid were they to have bothered with anything, a movie or dinner or breathing, when they could be doing this?
Kurt’s gaze immediately fixed on Simon as his hand travelled over his skin. His breath hitched slightly and a shiver ran down his spine as the hand moved further down his body, inhaling a shaky breath as Simon felt his heartbeat. The palm of Simon’s hand were rough, even calloused slightly. Possibly from playing some kind of instrument, it wouldn’t surprise Kurt if he had. The rough texture against his own skin only made the temperature of the room increase, and made Kurt be thankful that he wasn’t wearing as many layers as usual.
He inhaled another sharp breath as the kiss was pressed to his sternum, followed by his eyes fluttering closed and his lips parting slightly. “Yours..” Kurt almost moaned. His hands reached up to tangle in Simon’s hair, accidentally messing up his neatly styled hair in the process. Hesitantly, Kurt pulled Simon away from his chest and pulled him up until they were at eye-level, before leaning forwards and kissing him roughly. It was what had felt like the right thing to do in this situation, so Kurt had just gone along with it. He just felt like he needed Simon right now. His hands were still fisted in Simon’s hair as they continued to kiss, getting increasingly dirtier every second.
The world was lost as he pushed Kurt back on the mattress, moaning at the hands in his hair as he gave as good as he got. His tongue sliding past Kurt’s lips, then retreating to tease the other into his own, all mixed with crushing kisses. He held Kurt’s hand to his hair, squeezing the fingers to let him know it was okay and appreciated if he looked messy. Simon wanted Kurt to do it, needed to fall apart for him.
Gripping Kurt’s waist, he straddled his hips and pressed hard against him. Another guttural, low noise vibrated out of his chest as he grinded in and up against Kurt. “God, baby…” His hands moved up, simply mapping out Kurt’s chest as he enjoyed the skin that was available to him now, until he got to the neck. He held him, angled his chin up with his thumb as he licked Kurt’s lips and pulled barely a millimeter away to whisper, “I’m going crazy. Feels so good. Want you.” And then the doorbell rang. Frustrated, Simon kissed him again before he climbed off of the mattress. “I will be right back. Do not put your shirt back on.” He was halfway out the door, still shirtless, before he peeked his head back in. “And don’t start freaking out, either, or so help me god… I will eat all the fucking fortune cookies and you will get none.”
If you’re feeling better tomorrow the three of us can eat together.
Yes, please. I’m soooo sick…
Is everything okay? You know you can eat lunch with me.
I thought maybe you’d be eating with Simon, but I’ll eat with you.
I’m still sick as a fucking dog and stuck in bed. But you know I’d like to eat lunch with you, too, Cam. Only thing better than looking at my boyfriend is looking at two of him.
Kurt propped himself up on his elbows as he watched Simon. He was confused as to what he was about to do, but intrigued at the same time. Kurt was still fairly surprised that his boyfriend wasn’t bothered with taking his shirt off in front of Kurt; he knew he wasn’t uncomfortable with his body, it’s just that they had only been dating for a week and Kurt wasn’t sure if it would be acceptable yet. Anyway, Kurt still wasn’t exactly familiar with the “rules” of relationships.
Kurt’s head remained tilted to the side as Simon attempted to rip his shirt open. He stared with a puzzled look, before suddenly bursting into laughter. The fit of laughter suddenly died down as Simon finally got rid of that shirt and Kurt was left gaping at the sight. “Oh, my.. Si..” He breathed. Kurt pushed himself up from the cushions and stood up on his knees right in front of Simon. “You’re just so..” He reached his hand out to touch his chest, once again ghosting his fingertips over the warm skin. If Kurt had thought that Simon’s body with a t-shirt on had looked amazing, then he clearly hadn’t thought of how amazing he looked without one. Kurt reached his other hand up to his boyfriend’s chest, trailing both hands over the soft expanse of skin in front of him. Suddenly, Kurt’s whole body felt incredibly hot. “Uh, okay.. I know I should return the favor, so I will.” Kurt bit his lip, “Just.. don’t laugh, okay? I’ve never.. never been topless in front of anybody like this before..” Kurt took a deep breath and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It couldn’t be that bad, right? He knew that Simon wouldn’t laugh. Kurt began to work on the other buttons until they were all undone and he slid the shirt off his shoulder, throwing it aside. He felt a warm blush spread across his face as he kept his eyes fixed on the pillows beneath them. “So, um.. yeah.”
At Kurt’s hand on him, Simon shuddered from head to toe. He could practically feel his molecules reaching out to him. He wanted to say something funny and break the tension, but there wasn’t anything in him. The air had left his lungs as he watched, enthralled, as Kurt began to reveal inch after inch of his skin. Belatedly, Simon realised this might have been the reason Kurt was nervous in the first place. Maybe they should have gone swimming together first, instead of doing this half-blurred in a blanket fort. As it was, the air was over-heated and thick and it was darker than his room usually would be. Just more… intimate.
He barely noticed Kurt staring down as anything more than ‘that’s the angle he’s facing.’ All he wanted to do was touch what he could now, so Simon’s hands raised all by itself to hold Kurt’s neck and then slide down his shoulder. His palm splayed out over Kurt’s chest experimentally, seeing how much area his hands could cover and feeling the heartbeat and trying to memorise the texture and outline of his muscles. Kurt was slimmer than he was, his chest and abdomen were more subtle, but Simon could tell how lithe he was. It was more the body of a dancer or a gymnast or a swimmer. Suddenly, he wanted to see Kurt stretched out in front of him, long and lean and… “Mine.” Without warning, without the slightest hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his lips just over Kurt’s sternum, open and wet.
Kurt released a giggle and snuggled up to Simon. This was almost as good as their date the other day. He decided that he was just constantly happy when spending time with Simon, which was not surprising, really. Simon just made Kurt really happy. As Simon took off his coat, Kurt immediately began to admire the shirt that his boyfriend was wearing; it was slightly tight-fitting in all the right places. Kurt could make out the vague lines of his muscles which made his breath get caught in his throat. Simon’s arms, too. They were incredible. Kurt just had the sudden urge to reach out and touch him, but he couldn’t, not right now.
He gazed down at Simon as he began to speak to him, “Oh, you. Only a little bit? You only thought I was a little bit wonderful when I was attacking your neck earlier? Okay.” Kurt grinned, turning over so that he was facing Simon. “Well, I was lying. I think you’re only a little bit wonderful too, Si.” Kurt laughed, leaning in to kiss Simon softly on the lips. His sudden obsession for his boyfriend’s muscles came back again, and before Kurt could stop himself he had reached out to trace the outline with his finger over Simon’s thin v-neck. “You.. Y-you’re so muscular.” Kurt whispered. “Could you, uh.. could you take off your shirt?” Kurt widened his eyes and clamped his hand over his mouth, “God, no.. Sorry, I just.. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that. You just.. you.. you’re so muscular and I just.. It would be nice to see you without a shirt. Fuck, sorry.”
Simon smirked, taking Kurt’s hand away from his mouth. “It is so hot when you swear, Gorgeous.” Looking down at himself, he shrugged and didn’t feel too self-conscious about the compliment. He did run almost every morning before school because it was conducive to thinking. But having Kurt actually say it out loud made him feel proud and just a little bit cocky.
“I have an idea. First of all, you better fucking believe that we’re going tit for tat on this. Secondly, watch this.” He stood up on his knees, staring off into the distance. “Jimmy, Metropolis is in trouble!” With a grand gesture, Simon took off his glasses and threw them at Kurt as he struggled to maintain a straight face. “THIS IS A JOB FOR SUPERMAN!” With that, he dug his fingers into the collar of his shirt and pulled, only for the fabric not to give way. Disappointed but unable to stop laughing at himself, Simon gave up and pulled his shirt over his head. He looked down with a raised eyebrow at Kurt, amused as he asked, “I get half-credit for effort, right?”
Kurt patiently waited as Simon completed the fort. He even tried his best not to stare as his boyfriend bent over to pick up the mattress, but obviously he gave in eventually and just allowed himself to stare. Even though it was clear that Simon needed no help right then, Kurt still felt guilty for standing aside and watching. Finally, when Simon had finished, Kurt smiled widely and clapped his hands. “Yay! It’s finished! It looks great, Si.”
He was taken aback by Simon’s sudden excitement over getting take-out. “Oh, uh.. Chinese sounds fine. I think it will still be open, it’s not too late.” Kurt giggled and hugged his boyfriend back. Honestly, he had never seen Simon this excited over food before. Kurt clumsily pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number for their local Chinese food take-out. Before ringing, Kurt skipped over to their fort and leaped inside, giggling when he felt how soft the pillows were. “Yeah! Let’s watch a movie!” Kurt squealed to Simon from the entrance of the fort. He decided now was the time to order their food, seeing as it could close at any minute. Kurt just ordered everything he could think of; noodles, rice, sweet and sour chicken, chilli beef. Everything. Hanging up, Kurt placed his phone next to him, “Si, are you going to come in? They said the food would be a half hour from now.”
After Kurt was out of sight, Simon double-checked to make sure his illicit goods were as well. Feeling suitably more at ease, he thumbed through his DVDs for a proper selection. He didn’t know Kurt’s tastes perfectly, but they’d both expressed a love of Back to the Future, so he chose the second one to put in before he crawled underneath the blankets.
It was perfect and warm and there were plenty of pillows and boyfriends to get cozy with. Arguably, the best blanket fort ever. “I dub this… Fort Kumon. Because I like cumin and I regret nothing.” In order to get more comfortable, Simon kicked off his Converse sneakers and took off his sports coat, leaving him in his soft, grey v-neck and trousers as he curled up around Kurt with an arm around his waist. He was quiet for only a beat, longer than he could usually go without talking, while he took a deep breath and enjoyed the smell of Kurt. “Hey, Kurt?” Hooking his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder, he grinned and kissed his cheek. “You’re kind of wonderful, too, by the way… Just in case you were wondering. Only a little bit, though.”
