4: Closer and Breaking.
Kurt was not sleeping. It wasn't he dark circles under his eyes or the fact that he was yawning every other second that gave him away. It wasn't the fact that he'd not cracked a single joke in over a week. Others noticed these things, but Victor noticed something else. Truth be told, Victor didn't need to sleep. He didn't require it for his health; he just did it because it was nice. So when he lay awake silently at night, he knew Kurt was doing the same. And it had all started the day they returned to school.
They were on time for once. Victor went to his locker and pulled out his books. Kurt hurried off to his first class and Evan went with Victor. He'd chosen to take a class in art and music as well as his core classes. He always enjoyed the arts, but he didn't have time to indulge in Drama as well. He slipped into his Music class and fetched his instrument from the class lockers. Today was practice for the term concert, and it counted towards the final. Victor plugged his Firebird in, adjusted the volume, and went to join the rest of the class.
There was only eight in the class so it was a class project. Victor was one of the three guitarists. There were two bassists, a drummer, a singer and a sampler. Johnny, the sampler, was in charge of the effects suite Victor was plugged into.
They played through the songs set for them and Annette, the singer, performed brilliantly. They were on the practice stage, with stage lighting. It nearly put Victor off when every light except the main spot light went out, and he was the only one lit up.
Probably because he was the unlucky one picked to play the solo.
When the song ended, the teacher and few spectators applauded and the bell rang for next lesson. Victor went off to put his guitar away after a wiping down; rusty strings sucked.
"Hay Vic." Annette said, leaning against the lockers.
"Hi Ann, what's up?" Victor replied, placing his guitar away.
"Oh nothing much…you where incredible today…I swear you looked like an angel under that spot."
Victor was no stranger to flirting, and Ann was being quite the subtle one.
"How so?" Victor asked casually.
"Well…you're wearing a white shirt, you have pale skin and silvery hair, and your guitar is white and silver. You do the math."
"That good huh?"
"You were practically glowing…and your expression was so adorable. Did you know you stick your tongue out a little when you concentrate?"
Yeah, she was touching his arm, feeling his shirt, playing coy.
"No, I didn't. You did though…"
"Yeah, I did. That's what I wanna' talk to you about. I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie with me tonight…you know, have some time to get to know each other better."
Victor thought it over. What harm could there be, really? He had a new chance at life, away from his past.
"Sure, I'd love to. What time do you want me to pick you up?"
"Pick me up? You have a car? Oh…about seven would be great. Here, let me give you my address…"
She wrote the note out quickly.
"So…I'll see you at seven, but let me give you this first…"
She grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, sliding the note into his back pocket in a not-so-innocent way. After a moment she let him go, winked and went off to her own lesson.
Victor seemed in a daze. He'd been kissed once or twice before, but never like that, so suddenly. She was a serious kisser, when lips locked, she meant business. Turning to head off to lesson, Victor almost walked right into Kurt. He was standing in the doorway, with an unreadable expression.
"Wow…hay, Kurt. What you doing here?" Victor asked.
"Your teacher sent me to get you, you're late for class. I see vhy."
"Oh…you saw that?"
"Ja…you're taking her out?"
"I guess I am…do you think Scott will lend me his car?"
"I didn't know you could drive."
"I learned back in England as soon as I hit seventeen."
"Hm…he should, but ask nicely, Ja?"
"Yeah, got it. C'mon, we're late enough already.
Was it Victor's imagination, or was Kurt acting a little distant?
The rest of the school day past by swiftly. Everyone went home and Victor was getting ready for his date. He'd been too nervous to touch his dinner and he was pacing around his room with one shirt on one hand and another shirt in the other.
"Which one? The blue? Maybe…but I'm not a 'blue' person. Black silk? No…too Playboy….but she's kinda Playboy pink…so…yeah, black."
Oh the inner battle we all face.
Kurt 'ported into the room holding a plate.
"Scott says if you're driving his car zen you have to eat something."
Victor sighed, mid way through buttoning up the shirt. He took the shirt off again and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing one of the sandwiches.
"You okay, Kurt? You seem quiet." Victor said, munching away. Kurt was out on the balcony, staring off to God-knows-where. Victor stood behind him and rested his chin on the slightly shorter teens shoulder.
"Better not let Annette see you doing zat." Kurt said, still gazing outward.
"And so what if she did?" Victor said, wrapping his arms round Kurt's chest. "I can hug my friends if I want to, and you seem like you need a hug to me."
Kurt tensed in Victors arms. Why did seeing Victor being kissed by Annette shock him? Why did things start seeming sour since then?
"You'd better get ready…za girlfriend will not like to wait."
Victor got the hint, let go, and went to get dressed. He pulled his shirt on, fastened a button or two, pocketed his cell phone and grabbed the single rose he bought. Kurt was still on the balcony.
"Kurt, she's not my girlfriend." He said, walking out the door.
Scott was waiting by his car. He gave Victor the lecture, checked his licence, and handed him the keys. Victor drove off a little faster than was needed; he had plenty of time, but for some reason he just wanted to get away.
Annette was waiting, dressed in a rather fetching pair of leather jeans, boots and a tank top. She had the 'bad-girl' look down. Victor pulled up, smiling.
"Well, don't stand there looking gorgeous, hop in!"
Annette sauntered round and jumped in. Victor peeled off and took off down the road.
"I didn't know you could drive!" Annette yelled over the rushing wind.
"I didn't know you had a thing for leather!" Victor yelled back.
"You like it?"
"Yeah! It'd look great at the end of my bed!"
"Oh you bad, bad boy!"
They both laughed loudly; no one would here them in the cars around them. Victor got some strange looks, especially when Annette let his hair out of its ribbon and it got caught in the wind, trailing behind him.
Victor bought the tickets and they got into the theatre, taking their seats at the back. The movie started and Victor felt like cursing. It was a sappy romance movie. The reviews said it was good, but Victor honestly felt like leaving. He would have, if not for Annett, who was obviously enjoying it. She reached for his hand, he let her take it. She kissed him again, he let her. She straddled his hips in the back of the theatre and turned on the heat. He let her. The film was terrible, and he was starting to enjoy the girl in his lap. She seemed very shallow though. Ah well, can't win hem all.
Victor kissed her back, probed her mouth with his tongue, she let him. Wandered his hands over her leather covered legs, she encouraged him. She undid the two buttons of his shirt, he gasped.
"Cool tattoo…" she whispered hotly in his ear. Her hands were all over his chest, his sides, his neck. Her lips where trailing down his jaw and neck. His hands found her face, brought it back up. Her hands found his and directed it to her chest. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her crotch against his, bringing a gasp from him. The movie ended.
Victor couldn't stop thinking as he drove Annette home. She was mind-blowing. She was hot and ready to rumble. She looked awesome in leather. And she wanted him, obviously. On the drive back, twice she tried to get her head into his lap. She must have wanted to ease his persistent problem. Twice he had to ease her head up, saying he required as much blood in his brain as possible to drive. He dropped her off, declined her offer to have a cup of coffee, decliner her offer to go have sex and accepted her offer to take her up on it some other time. She kissed him again, not forceful and commanding, but soft, slow…like she meant it. She hugged him too, like a friend. He liked that…the kiss was nice, and the hug was comforting. But hugs and comfort didn't seem right coming from this girl. To him, hugs and comfort were blue and fuzzy, and right then, he needed blue and fuzzy.
Victor slipped into his room silently. He'd filled Scott's car with gas for him and locked it up. The mansion was silent as he crept through the halls to his room. Kurt's bed was made, as was his own, and Kurt himself was not in the room, or on the balcony. Victor walked to the shadow his bed cast and looked deep into the darkness. Like a window appearing, he could see out onto the roof. Kurt was there, sitting by the chimney. Victor fell head first into the shadow and tumbled out of the shadow of that very chimney. Kurt almost jumped out of his skin.
"Mein Gott…don't do zat!" He said. Victor laughed.
"Sorry Kurt. You're up late dude. What gives?"
"I'm not tired."
"Can't sleep?"
"Don't vant to."
"…"
"…"
"So…how did it go?" Kurt asked. He hadn't looked at Victor once.
"It was…eventful. I think she was edging for something a little more appropriate on the seventh date though."
"Ah…she was fun to be with?"
"I guess so…I don't think she's my type, at least not completely."
"Vat is your type?"
"…Honest, funny, caring…she's very dominating, very controlling. I'm not sure I want someone so self centred."
"So…are you seeing her again?"
"She'll want to…but I'm not sure. I might…maybe she just wanted to get a feel for me first."
"…Is she your Freundin?"
"I already said earlier, she's not my girlfriend. A friend who happens to be a girl, sure, but I'm not in love with her or anything…Vertrauen Sie mir, mein freund. Ich würde Ihnen erzählen, wenn ich war."
Kurt laughed a little and looked over at Victor.
"You had lessons back home, ja?"
"Am I any good?"
"Ja…a few things wrong possibly, but all together, seh gut.
"But…?"
"Ich verstehe die Dinge nicht, die Sie zu mir tun. Ich verstehe nicht, warum Sie mich die Art fühlen lassen, wie ich tue. Ich weiß nicht, warum ich Ihnen so nah sein will, und Es tut mir leid, dass Sie es nicht sehen können."
"…No, you lost me there."
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Come the Thursday, Kurt was looking like he'd died and forgot to stop moving. He was a wreck, physically and mentally. His teleporting was getting dangerous; he nearly got stuck in a door at one point. Victor had gone on a second date with Annette which turned out to be a little more subdued than the first. Dinner and a walk in the park, a kiss goodnight and that was that. No offers, nothing hot and heavy. After he returned, Kurt got worse. His coffee consumption was making him jittery. He started ignoring Victor at school, running off or just 'porting out if the coast was clear. Eventually, Victor was both pissed off and concerned for his friend. That and he missed having a blue pillow. He actually missed the blue teen's warmth, his soft fur and his hands on his back. Hell, he even missed the tail wrapping around his leg. He decided to talk to Kurt, and he got his opportunity soon enough.
Victor was heading to his room and Kurt was heading out of it. He stunk of coffee. Victor opened his mouth to say something but Kurt just pushed past him. He staggered a few steps before stumbling. He got up again and paused. Victor hurried over just in time to see his friends eyes roll in his head and catch him as he collapsed.
He tried shaking him. He tried slapping him. Nothing would wake the blue teen. Victor did the only thing he could; he hauled Kurt onto his shoulders and ran for the elevator, calling with his mind to the Professor.
Kurt lay prone on the examination table. Hank McCoy examined him, poured over blood tests and other notes. The Professor delved into Kurt's mind for answers and found plenty.
"Kurt has been neglecting his sleep and ingesting vast amounts of caffeine…why I cannot say but as a result his body has gone into shock."
Hank nodded his huge blue head; he too, like Kurt, was covered in blue hair and fur from his mutation. It didn't stop him being a first class teacher and medic.
"Yes…his blood test shows a strong case of caffeine poisoning. He'll have to have his stomach pumped…Charles, this is bad."
"Blood…" Victor thought. "It's all in his blood…"
"Professor…I think I can help." Victor said quickly. The Professor didn't look surprised, but a look that said I thought so crossed his face.
"Go on, Victor."
Victor gave a nervous glance towards Hank McCoy.
"It's alright Victor, Hank knows all about you."
"Look, it's not something I can explain, but…I can fix this, I just know I can."
"Fascinating…" Hank mumbled, jotting notes down.
The Professor thought on it quickly; time was wasting after all.
"Victor, if you think you can make it work, by all means go ahead."
Victor felt awkward; he'd never done something like this before, but the last time…
"I'll be ready with a bandage to stop the bleeding when you…finish." Hank said with a wink.
Victor lifted Kurt's head in his hands and leaned in close to the blue flesh. Stealing his nerves, he pressed is mouth to Kurt's neck. Under other circumstances, he thought he'd rather enjoy it, but as he opened his mouth wide and bit down hard, sending his sharp, long fangs into Kurt's artery, he decided the circumstances were not favourable.
Hot blood rushed into his mouth and down his throat. It tasted like a mixture of copper and something else, something sweet and one other thing that was not supposed to be there. Victor gulped down his friend's blood, concentrating on getting rid of the foreign, alien taste. As the blood surged down his throat, he felt something surge back, like a river current going back on itself. The blood was flowing back, devoid of the nasty presence that was there before. Victor licked over the wound, cleaning it before detaching his fangs. The wound closed and the skin merged, healing like new. Victor licked away the beads of blood that escaped the closing wound and lowered his friend back onto the bed.
Hank McCoy had seen some strange things in his life, himself being one of them, but he'd never seen a real life Vampire. He watched with fascination as Victor bit and drunk the blood from Kurt. He almost gasped in shock when the large black pattern that spiralled across his back and front faded slowly with every passing second. The skin was left as pale and unblemished as a newborn child. Well, for a short while. When Victor stepped back, his skin changed again, taking on a blue tint, still pale but defiantly blue. A resounding crack sounded and Victor disappeared, only to reappear across the room. He'd teleported.
"Oh…why am I not surprised?" Victor said, seeing himself in the mirror.
Kurt was asleep, for once in a long while. Victor was in a side room with the Professor and Hank, discussing Victor's powers. He had the same power as Rogue, but unlike her, his power only came into action when he bit another person and tasted their blood. Unlike her, the person would remain conscious so long as Victor didn't take all their blood; if he did, there was every chance he'd not only kill them, but become them. One quick bite was enough to rob a mutant of their powers and most recent thoughts for about half an hour. Kurt wouldn't be teleporting for at least a day. Hank questioned Victor for what seemed like hours. Victor wanted to get back to Kurt and ask some questions of his own. Eventually, the Professor told Victor go get Kurt back to his room and 'look after him'. Victor did just that.
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Kurt's eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to peer into the darkness that surrounded him. It was late at night, it had to be. The last thing he remembered was gulping down the last of his pills and heading out to get more. Then…Victor was there for a moment and everything went white. Then he was waking up in his room. A pair of cat-like emerald eyes gazed at him from a shadow on the ceiling. Kurt almost screamed when the shadow came to life, drooping towards him from the ceiling. Kurt tried to teleport but found he couldn't. He tried to get away but the shadows from the curtain over the window that crossed his bed had become like iron bars. The shadow looming above him got closer, a swirling mass of madness. A mouth formed in a horrifying rictus, wide and gaping. The eyes…Kurt knew those eyes.
"Scared yet?" The form asked, its voice hissing like a snake.
"Vas…vas ist…?" Kurt stammered, terrified.
"Answer me!"
"Ja…Ich bin erschrocken, Ich bin erschrocken!"
"Good…now you're going to answer my questions aren't you, mein Freund?"
Kurt could only nod in terror.
The window must have been open. A gust of wind blew the curtains apart, letting the silvery moonlight in. The dark terror disappeared, as fast as light takes over shadow. Kurt looked around, now free to move. Nothing was there; the only shadow in the room was in a corner away from the window, where moonlight did not reach. Kurt almost screamed again as a figure moved out of it. Victor emerged from the corner, eyes glowing bright white for a moment as he exited the darkness.
"Kurt, you have a lot of explaining to do." Victor said. Kurt watched as a small vain of something black and ink like crept up from under the neck of Victors shirt and rested just below his neck.
"Was…was that…?"
"Yeah…that was me. I'm kinda angry with you…could you tell?"
If the nightmarish creature didn't persuade Kurt, his friend's hard gaze and tone did.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Victor shouted. He was free to do so; the Professor had sent the rest of the X-Men away on an overnight, short notice camping trip in the nearby woods.
"I don't…I don't understand…" Kurt stammered.
"Coffee! Caffeine pills! Not sleeping! Any of these things ring a bell?!"
"Victor…vhat happened?"
"I'll tell you what happened! You OD'd on caffeine, collapsed right in front of me and nearly died from caffeine poisoning! The only reason your cute blue arse is still alive is because muggings here had to bite you, drink every drop of blood in you and then churn it back up again, clearing out the poison! Oh, and add the fact that I acquired your powers for five hours, including a nice blue complexion. That is what happened; now I want some answers!"
It took a while for Kurt to take it all in. His hand went to his neck in a flash, checking for marks. Victor laughed.
"They heal just about instantly. I also got a boat load of your thoughts…I know exactly what you think you were doing…I just want you to admit it."
Kurt looked defeated. He stared blankly at the pillow.
"Vat is the point? You already know."
"That's not the point Kurt, and you know it! Why didn't you talk to me?"
"Oh, ja! I can see that goin' down vell. "Hi Vic, by the vay, I just vant you to know zat I'm jealous of you and Annette, in fact I'm so jealous I'm going to force myself awake so I wont have nightmares and disturb you and so you wont let me sleep next to you because no one need a blue freak interrupting their sleep. Oh, and also, get this, I'm very confused and angry with myself, because it seems I'm becoming attached to you more and more each day! I think that's vhy I'm jealous of Annette, but hay, that's life. So, vats on TV?"…oh ja, I can see zat working."
Victor thought for a second. His brow arched and relaxed a few times in thought, his tongue sneaking out of the corner of his mouth.
"Kurt...did you just call yourself a freak?"
Kurt nodded. Victor hit him upside the head with a pillow.
"What are you, crazy?! A few hours ago I dunk all your blood, turned blue and teleported across a room, while purging you of a deadly poison. You think you're a freak?!"
Kurt smiled a little. Victor could always make him smile.
"Do you understand though? I don't know vhat's going on in my head and…it confuses me…and zen I found zis…" He said, pulling out a piece of crumpled paper. Victor recognised the lyrics in his own handwriting…
"If you could step into my head, tell me would you still love me?
And if you woke up in my bed, tell me then would you hold me?
Or would you still be let it lie? Leaving me to wonder why,
I can't get you out of this head that I call mine and I will say…"
"…and I didn't know vhat to think"
"Kurt…" Victor sighed, rubbing his temples. "If something like this confuses you, then you should have told me about it. I can accept you're jealous of Annette, that's fine. I'm flattered actually. You shouldn't be angry with yourself for feeling new things, it happens. You're not a freak…you never have been, not to me or anyone in the mansion. And…you never, ever disturb me. I don't sleep…well, I don't have to sleep. Sometimes I do, but only because I choose to. I can go my entire life without sleep. I'm always awake when you have nightmares…I just wait for you to come over. So I know you can sleep peacefully. That's all the rest I need."
"But…vhat about…you know…ze other thing…"
Victor smiled a warm, understanding smile.
"I felt the same way the first time I had a crush on a guy."
"But I'm not…"
"You don't have to be. I'm not asking you to be."
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"Victor?"
"Yeah Kurt?"
"Vat is it like to bite someone?"
"It's like…biting a warm piece of raw meat. Get a steak extra rare and you'll get an idea."
"I vonder what it's like to feel it…"
Victor thought for a second…it could work…
"Kurt…move over." Victor said. Kurt looked at him, confused. Then it clicked and he wriggled further over the bed. Victor pulled off his shit and kicked his shoes and socks away. He climbed into the bed, pulling the light covers over him. He propped himself up on his elbows, next to Kurt, who lay on his back, looking over.
"Kurt, we're friends, right?" Victor asked.
"Ja…" Kurt replied.
"And we'll always be friends."
"Ja." A more confident reply.
"No matter what."
"Ja, keine materie vas."
Victor moved closer to his blue friend, almost leaning over him. He moved the pillow so it supported Kurt's neck, letting his head relax back. He took a large, blue hand and pulled it under himself and round to rest on his back. The other he took with his own.
"Kurt, I want you to close your eyes for me. I wont say what I'm about to do, but I want you to be open minded about how you feel, okay?"
Kurt had closed his eyes already.
"Ja… Ich vertraue Ihnen."
"Vielen Dank…if you want me to stop, say stop. If you don't think you can say it, make it known. Squeeze my hand hard or hit me if you have to. I don't mind what else you do, understand?"
"…Ja."
"Okay…"
Victor moved his face closer to his friend, letting his warm breath ghost over the blue skin of his chest. Kurt's breathing was normal, steady, his face calm. Victor pressed his cheek against the warm skin, feeling the faint beat of the heart beneath. He stroked his cheek along the firm muscle, taking in the smell of his friend. Kurt's hand was moving against his back, light, graceful strokes with the fingertips. Victor took this as a sign to carry on. He turned his face slightly and brushed his lips against the skin. He trailed higher, towards the collar. He ran his nose against the bone there, his lips ghosting over after. Kurt's hand closed around his own softly. His face had not changed but his breathing was deeper.
Victor placed light kisses along Kurt's collarbone, letting his tongue flick at the skin. One of his fangs grazed the cool, blue flesh, forcing a gasp from Kurt. Victor stopped and waited. Kurt's hand resumed its timid stroking, so Victor continued. Upward, to the neck he had not hours ago bitten. He kissed the spot lightly, licked at it, nuzzled against it. His skin tasted sweet.
Victor couldn't decide what the difference was; Annette's skin, Kurt's skin, both where equally as warm, equally as smooth and alive. Kurt's tasted faintly of Sea-Salt Ice-cream, Annette's like cotton-candy. Both were nice; only different, like two flowers. Victor didn't think he would say no to either.
Kurt's hand had abandoned its timid caresses and had gone t Victor's lower back, pulling him closer. His tail had wound itself around his waist and leg, the tip tracing patterns on the exposed bit of leg past the end of his jeans. Kurt's breathing was now heavy, deep and barely controlled. His chest rose and fell in the moonlight, his face now a mask of thought. What thoughts were there, one could not say. Victor gave the soft, slightly flushed skin another kiss before facing his friend.
"Kurt…if you want me to…I'll show you what it feels like." Victor whispered. Such a situation called for gentle whispers, not conversational talking. Kurt nodded slowly, as if he didn't trust his voice.
"It might hurt…"
Kurt rolled his head to the side, exposing his neck more.
"Vielen Dank für Vertrauen mich."
Victor lowered his mouth close and kissed the skin tenderly. Kurt was obviously trying to control his breathing; the anticipation was showing on his face. Victor pulled his friend closer and sunk his top fangs into the soft skin. Kurt's eyes shot open, his mouth doing the same. Not a sound came from him though. The lower fangs went in. Kurt arched off the bed, his hand going to Victor's neck. He thought he was going to pull his face away, but instead Kurt held Victors head gently against his neck. The blood was seeping from the wound lightly; Victor didn't bite as hard as he did hours before. The blood now tasted like a sweet copper. Victor could feel the shadows under his skin fade out of him. He could always feel it.
After a few moments of stillness, Kurt relaxed and even murmured something, a smile gracing his pale lips. Victor licked the wound and released his hold, letting the wound heal. He licked the remaining blood away again and kissed the skin lightly.
"Do you want me to continue?" he asked the smiling blue teen. Kurt nodded, his eyes closed once more, face towards the ceiling. His face was flushed slightly. He looked happy.
Victor trailed his lips over the neck and up towards the pointed ear. He gripped the soft flesh lightly in his teeth, grazing the shell with a fang. A gasp from Kurt told him to carry on in that direction. Kurt's hand was now stroking up and down Victors arm, neck and back. Victor trailed down and round Kurt's jaw line; grazing, nipping, testing. Kurt's lips had parted and his breathing had returned to a steady, calm rhythm. Victor could smell the faint toothpaste Kurt used, along with the warm scent of coffee. Victor liked coffee, but only when it wasn't killing his beautiful friend. And Kurt was beautiful, he'd decided.
He placed butterfly kissed along Kurt's jaw and closer to his mouth.
"Kurt…" Victor said, pulling away a little. "Open your eyes…look at me for a moment."
Kurt's eyelids fluttered open, revealing eyes glistening with life and feeling. Victor's hand not being held by Kurt's was busy running over the toned muscled stomach and side, running through the short fur. It came up and helped Kurt lift his head by cupping his face, easing him closer. Kurt had a look about him that Victor couldn't place. He wasn't really in the mood for placing expressions. He was in the mood for helping his friend. He pulled Kurt closer and captured the blue lips with his own, now a very pale blue, courtesy of Kurt's DNA.
Kurt tensed, his whole body going rigid. Victor wanted it to work, wanted Kurt to understand. There was no sign to stop, there was nothing. Victor moved his lips against the shocked, tight ones slowly. He snaked the tip of his tongue across the thin line that separated them. Slowly, the lips relaxed, they parted, they moved on their own. Kurt's body relaxed; his hands moving again, going to Victor's neck, pulling him closer. Victor got a pleasant surprise when Kurt took a step forward and slipped his tongue out a little, testing Victor. Victor tested him back. Testing over, Kurt was kissing Victor back with all the talent he could muster. Victor would have smiled if he wasn't preoccupied; kissing Kurt felt like kissing a girl, for the most part. His skin was just as soft, his mouth just as sweet. There was just something that made it slightly different to a girl. Different, but not any better or worse.
Victor pulled away slowly, trailing a kiss or two along Kurt's jaw before resting his head on Kurt's chest. Kurt played with his hair soothingly, a small smile on his face.
"So…you didn't say stop at all."
"I had no reason to…"
"So…you enjoyed that?"
"Ja…very much."
"How do you feel?"
"Better…I honestly don't…if anything feels zat nice, it can't be bad, right?"
"And me?"
"You…" Kurt sighed. "I think…I care for you greatly…I enjoy your presence…you make me feel normal, like a regular person."
"Are you attracted to me physically?"
"…A little. I don't know vhat to call it."
"Don't try…just enjoy it. That's how it is with me most of the time…so tell me, how was your first kiss from a guy?"
"It vas…nice. Strange at first…but nice. It vas kind of like…kissing a girl…but different."
"Yeah…not every guy feels like that though, believe me."
The sun was coming up and the two hadn't moved. Kurt fell asleep, somehow resting on Victor's chest. How they ended up swapping places was anyone's guess. Victor didn't sleep; he let Kurt do that for him. The blue teen was smiling against Victor's chest, arms draped around him.
The time on the clock clicked by bit by bit until the hour eight rolled around. Victor slipped out of the bed, put his clothes on and left for school. Kurt was sound asleep when he left, and Victor hoped he'd be there when he got back. Kurt's head and heart may have been in conflict, but Victor's had never been more in harmony.