Skin On Skin

Chapter 13

Kurt didn't want to interfere. He was just going to continue sitting on the large rock that was conveniently located nearby. He wasn't going to tell Blaine that he could pull a car apart in a quick minute and he wasn't going to tell Blaine why his old beat up ride had actually stopped. It did this every single time. What he was going to do was watch Blaine as he leaned over, head first under the hood providing Kurt with the most exceptional view of his life. Kurt rested his head on his hand and smiled to himself. The car could stay out of action for as long as it wanted, Kurt had no desire to be going anywhere else in a hurry.

They had only been driving for around an hour and a half, and from all the road signs Kurt knew that they had been heading in the direction of the San Gabriel Mountains in the Angeles National Forest. It was fine by Kurt. In all the time that he had been in LA, he had never had the opportunity to go. He wasn't exactly the most adventurous outdoor person but if a place had worthwhile scenery, he didn't mind giving it a try.

They were not far off their destination however, when Kurt's junk of a car had inevitably broken down, and Blaine, being the ever true hero, had insisted that his father's bonding endeavors over a '59 Chevy a few years back had provided him with enough skills to fix it. Or so he believed.

Kurt watched on in amusement. He didn't care how long it took Blaine to realize what the problem was because never before had Blaine demonstrated such a show of raw masculinity. The way his veins on his forearms popped as he leaned this and that way, or the way his biceps puckered out as he leaned forward and angled his arms playing with something else towards the back of the engine. And never before had Kurt had a better view of Blaine's ass as he leaned over and examined something else on the other side.

And then, Kurt couldn't believe that it was going to get better. Almost in slow motion, Blaine stood back up and pulled off his shirt in one fluid move exposing the taught and defined muscles over his shoulders. Small beads of sweat flew from his hair as he shook his head gently, and he turned sideways while he tucked the shirt into the back pocket of his jeans revealing his tanned body that was glistening with sweat. Blaine wiped his hand over his forehead and left behind a rough smudge of grease in its wake.

Kurt's mouth dropped open at the sight of Blaine's sweaty, slick body, his six pack showing, his jeans hanging low with just a hint of the top of his butt showing each and every time he moved. Kurt looked around furtively. When had he paid for this soft porn? He swallowed deeply and shifted his hips on the rock trying to give himself more space in his jeans, the material already too tight.

Finally, Blaine gave up and he turned around to face Kurt. "I'm afraid we might have to call a tow truck," he revealed solemnly. "I'm sorry, it must be bad. I've checked your oil, I've checked your radiator, I thought I could fix it but," Blaine shook his head as if the car was a pet on its last legs.

Kurt couldn't put it off any longer, not now, not when all he wanted to do was rip Blaine's jeans off.

'Damn it! Stop Kurt! Think with your head for once and not with your balls,' he berated himself.

He couldn't do anything too rash. Yes, they had gone a little further than what they had intended to the night before, but this morning Kurt had been adamant that he was going to keep things slow for Blaine. But oh boy, with a sight like that it was just too tempting.

He rose to his feet and started towards the car. He was just going to fix it that was all. He wasn't going to do anything else.

Kurt struck a pose, winked at Blaine and leaned down to reconnect the lead that stubbornly insisted on coming lose every 100 miles or so. He gave Blaine a wry smile, "There's no need for a tow truck. I think you'll find it'll work now."