Ownership and Inspiration: I don't own Glee. I also don't own the inspiring stories of EdyFerrone, esp Safe and The Cat Just Couldn't Stay to say that I can't write like her, but her words have inspired what I can write about and as I have so many readers, I know you'll be interested in this side step too.

Music Inspiration: I'm Glad You Came, The Warblers headed by Sebastian Smythe, Season Three.

Inspiring scent: Muse by Estee Lauder. Or whatever gets you going.

Rating: M. That's 16 plus.

Ship: I'm on the Jogan Gondola therefore a Gondolier. But this chapter is: Hurt, such as Hunter!Kurt.

Trigger Warnings: Mature subjects and risk taking subjects. S/M or if you prefer the term D/S relationships. Medical procedures and subjects.


~ Kiwi, Cellophane and Safety Glasses ~

Kurt had been treated hard by previous Masters, he thought he knew all the consequences of his kink. Now he's in a serious relationship with the Hunter Clarington, his definitive Master. They're living in New York, he's schooling at NYADA. All things are well, aren't they?

~ o ~

He awoke early before Hunter, this morning. A role reversal, he has to provoke whenever he sees the opportunity. So today, he crawls out from Hunter's embrace and tip toes very carefully to the chair that is Hunter's. Used for watching Kurt sleep and ponder of ways that Hunter will discipline him.

The realization that Hunter has declared his love for him is terrific. Kurt knew he cared, he could feel that and he was thinking he felt love from Hunter, but for Hunter to actually say it out loud, stirs his belly more. And scenarios to play with, to provoke and deepen his need of satisfying his Master, has his manhood twitching with such great anticipation and joy.

He creates a new list of things to do this week. Shopping for very tight jeans, shirts, hell a new wardrobe that will raise Hunter's jealous flame is an absolute must.

Hunter stirs, Kurt lifts his head to watch him. "Kurt!... Um, no not that way! Grmmp hmmm, wait…." Even in his sleep, he dreams of being the best Master. Kurt's chest swells with pride, love and devotion.

Kurt's eye falls on Hunter's dressing gown. A quick grab and he covers his nakedness with it, certain that should Hunter find out, there would certainly be some great punishment to come.

He leans on one elbow and automatically starts sucking a thumb, whilst watching Hunter sleep. Hunter is peaceful, on his back, the covers have fallen down when he rolled over. So his huge, naked chest is exposed and visible, as the gentle morning light creeps in. His chest rises as he breathes in, holds a moment and then goes down, and up, hold and down. And Kurt sucks his thumb harder, nibbles it a bit and sucks more. He squats on the chair now and watches with great fascination.

Squatting becomes uncomfortable so he adjusts once more, his growing member is also becoming a problem. Without Hunter's demands he's worried he'll start to automatically take care of it. And that'd be a bad move, but then again a great provocation.

Kurt's eyes glint with desire and little smiles come and go as he watches Hunter sleep. One arm stretched out where Kurt should have been, the fingers occasionally grasping at the air, maybe aware of his absence. Kurt's eyes travel along from the fingers to his wrist, along those veins that reach his elbow, those strong arm muscles, his shoulder and Hunter's beautiful ears and face. A mountain obstacle when nibbling, kissing and reaching from one part of Hunter to another.

Hunter puts his right arm onto his chest, rubs where his heart is and rolls back to where Kurt should be. He reaches out and around, no Kurt! This has Kurt sucking his thumb more aggressively and sitting still and back as far as the chair will absorb him. He holds his breath and pulls his thumb out with a tiny slurp sound. Eyes raised, mouth set firm in a little 'oh' and the clock has even stopped ticking.

"Kurt, where are you?" Not quite awake Hunter looks around the room and passed Kurt, who's wearing his robe and on the other side of the room, so he's thinking his robe is just on his chair. Kurt stifles a giggle. "Where the hell is he?" Hunter stretches out onto Kurt's side of the bed, so that when he comes back he'll have to move him to get back in. Hunter sighs and falls into a slumber once more. Kurt sits on the arm of the chair now, on an angle, his arse is still very sore from the night before. He returns to sucking a thumb, watching and admiring every inch of Hunter's physique.

~ o ~

Starting with Hunter's feet, which are out from the sheets and hanging over the edge of the bed. They're huge and it's like the magazines say, big feet equals big 'ahem'. Hunter has all those qualities. Big feet for massaging his back and a bigger 'ahem' for massaging both their egos.

Kurt decides new sheet sets are on the shopping list. The sheet is just visible on Hunter's ankles, poking out from under the blanket, and Hunter's shape is visible through those. His calves, legs and the shape of his perfectly formed arse are under the covers. The covers stop at his waist. With his arms outstretched and hands hanging off the bed, he looks the pose of a Greek Adonis. At this Kurt can't stay on the other side of the room any more.

He climbs down from the chair and makes his way to Hunter's left, gently sitting where Hunter's pillow was, which he puts alongside the left of his Master.

He holds his breath a moment, as he carefully places his right hand just at the join of the covers and Hunter's waist. It's warm and firm, as Kurt adds gentle pressure he feels Hunter move his hips before he sees him do it. It's a gentle move and he doesn't wake. Kurt breathes again.

Lying alongside on the pillow, he cuddles Hunter's side and back. The dip in Hunter's back up to his rib cage is inviting for kisses, but the rise up his back makes Kurt want to lay on him. As he lifts his hand off and places it between his shoulder blades, he wonders how his physique must look from behind to Hunter.

Hunter moves his shoulders, like there must be an insect on him. Kurt moves with the shrug and its gesture of throwing his hand off. Taking it quickly back to his chest, he holds his breath again. Eyes wide and looking up at his resting Master's body.

He sighs, puts his left thumb in his mouth, right hand reaches up to Hunter's shoulder blade and closes his eyes to drift into dreams of their new life together.

~ o ~

Kurt rouses to the smell of coffee and breakfast being cooked. He hops in the shower to clean and warm his body where the bruises are beginning to set in. He has to wash so carefully, the aches and pains are worse if he's rough.

Brushing his teeth, more blood escapes from his gums. And that sore inside his inner cheek is getting bigger. He's always been careful with his health. These combined with the sores in his arse are beginning to concern him.

He realizes he can't live with these rose coloured safety glasses anymore. He should have used a safety word last night, he knows that. But the thrill of nearly fainting from Hunters demands mixed with the absolute pain he was in, he just couldn't pass the opportunity of such an experience from that mix.

Anger at himself is growing for mixing thrill with foolishness. Last night, if he hadn't been held over the counter, on the angle Hunter had him, he might have fainted further, if he had. But even then, at the height he was, if he had of fainted, well he worried his face was going to smash into the marble bench top. If that had happened, God knows what damage would've been done to his beautiful face and teeth. He'd already knocked one tooth the other day, and it still throbbed occasionally.

So the agenda for the week is growing. Clothes shopping, hair dressing appointment, coffee with Rachel, lunches with Hunter, dental appointments and a doctors appointment.

After showering and drying he opens a top drawer in the bathroom and removes a health notepad. Leaning back against the sink, ouch, on an angle against the sink, he writes newer symptoms to discuss with the doctor. He checks the list once more, feels his balls and breathes out with relief of nothing abnormal.

Looking around the door towards the kitchen, he carefully feels along his manhood. Gentle squeezes and prodding, while looking if Hunter should come this way, nothing abnormal, although it starts to delight of itself at this sudden attention linking with Kurt's lookout for their Master. It all felt good along his manhood and balls, delightfully good.

~ o ~


Extra author notes from a kute little author: This has been edited. I whole heartedly apologise if anything was offensive before the changes. No body has complained. The changes are from respect to the real actors and their portrayal of great characters.