Kurt stirred up in his sleep, then mumbled quietly and turned around in the bed, his face now towards the window. He could hear the seagulls flying by and the waves crashing on the beach, and all his senses told him that it was time to get out of bed. But after the marathon that he and Sebastian had, he figured that a couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt. He had his back to Sebastian now, a small space between them, and he slipped his hads under the pillow and ke´pt his eyes closed, enjoying the morning bliss he was now feeling.
Sebastian was sleeping soundly and certainly didn’t notice Kurt waking up. A little while later though he yawned, stretching out and then rolled onto his back. He noticed Kurt next to him, lying on his side and smiled, rolling over so his chest was now against Kurt’s back, “you awake?”
Just like the most powerful storm leaves havoc behind it, so it happened with that feeble night of sex between Kurt and Sebastian. Of course, that applied to Kurt’s case, because he knew that it had been only about letting some steam go. And in all honesty that had also been Kurt’s angle of the whole thing, except that he actually looked forward for that moment with the man, whereas to the other it was just a casual, totally meaninglesss, one-night thing. Perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps it was only because Kurt also had gone long without having sex, too damned focused into taking care of him, to which Sebastian couldn’t care less, that he had enjoyed it so much. Yeah. Totally. That was the reason.
Kurt placed the last items on his check up list inside the travel bag for their picnic that Sunday afternoon. Being a Sunday, both him and Sebastian got up late and had a good breakfast rather late in the morning, past 10. So their picnic was going to be a sort of late lunch. Chicken sandwiches, fruits, two thermus, one with freshed squeezed orange juice, the other with cool water, plus a poundcake that he had baked that very morning, and all the food was good to go. Dressed in plain jeans and a simple navy blue shirt (no point into dressing fancy to go to the park and get all dirty), Kurt walked around the kitchen, zipping the bag after placing several napkins in there, while he waited for Sebastian to come out of his room. “Sebastian! Are you ready to go?”, he called out to him.
Sebastian still wasn’t entirely sure what the point of all this even was, but when he mentioned it offhandedly to his therapist she had assured him that it was a good idea to get out of the house and resume normal life. He wanted to snap back that going on picnics wasn’t exactly his normal life but he needed to get out of the apartment for something other than therapy so he wasn’t complaining. It took him twice as long to get dressed - even in a simple jeans and shirt - than it did Kurt, but once he was ready he was sitting back in his chair, wheeling himself out of his room. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
Ah.. The good ol’ days…