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On that note, here's the next chapter. It's Christmas break but really, we aren't reading this story for the festivities are we? Ahem...Enjoy :D

CHAPTER TEN

"Wait, wait I can't get..." flushed and panting for breath, Kurt twists in the passenger seat and yanks off the safety belt, then shoves his seat back as far as it will go before urging the guy sat next to him over. He parts his legs, grabbing at the other boy's ass through his grey slacks with both hands as his knees dig into the plush leather on either side of Kurt. The boy looks down at him from above and shifts, smiling at Kurt as he pushes the soft, light brown strands of his hair back from his forehead. Then he moves again, his eyes glinting wickedly when they lock onto Kurt's ocean blue ones. He dips his head and captures Kurt's mouth with his, one of his hands wedging itself hard against the soft leather topped roof, as the other grips the seat back behind Kurt's head to give himself some leverage.

"Hang on just..." Kurt breaks from the kiss and taps the guy's leg, a strangled kind of whimper escaping him when the boy moves one of his knees to slip it between Kurt's thighs and it brushes over the bulge in the front of his pants just so. Then he nudges forward a bit to kiss Kurt and...

"Ohh...unph" Kurt arches up into the boy as his dick rubs against the guy's leg beneath his pants again, this time harder. Then he lets his hands glide beneath the loose material of the boy's shirt to caress over the warm, hard curve of his back, the tips of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of the boy's uniform trousers to cup the gradual swell at the top of his ass. The guy rocks forward against him, his hair falling against Kurt's forehead as Kurt tilts his chin back to kiss him, their lips just brushing against each others at first, cheek to nose as they pant into each others mouths.

Kurt's hands delve deeper beneath the tight grey fabric, the backs of his hands chafing against the waistband as his palms and fingertips thrill at the feel of the boy's soft, supple skin beneath them. He lets his fingers stroke over the curve of the guy's ass cheeks a few times, then squeezes, licking his way into the boy's hot, wet mouth to capture his soft sigh of pleasure. Then Kurt pushes on the guys ass beneath his slacks at the same time he rocks forward, a self satisfied grin appearing on his face when his stomach presses against the front of the boy's trousers, feeling the unmistakeable, hard outline of his erection behind it.

The boy breaks the kiss with a moan and leans back a little, his hands now leaving the upholstery to grasp at the fabric of Kurt's shirt, pulling and yanking at the material until it's freed from his pants. Then his fingertips make deft work of his tie and start to fly over the buttons until they're all open and he's pushing the shirt off of Kurt's shoulders and dragging it down his arms. Kurt lets go of the guy's ass just long enough to pull the shirt off and toss it into the back of the car and then they're on him again, stroking the length of his spine, feeling the firmness of the boy's muscles flex against his fingers beneath the warm, taut skin.

The boy dips his head and starts to suck a light, playful path from Kurt's neck to his collarbone and lower, placing soft, open mouthed kisses all across his chest until his lips find Kurt's nipple. He drags his lower lip over the soft brown peak and flicks it occasionally with the tip of his tongue until it stiffens, the flesh puckering deliciously beneath his lips. Then, hearing Kurt's murmurs of encouragement, he takes it between his teeth and tongue and tugs, worrying the hardened flesh between his lips then soothing it with a wet lick and a blow of cool air.

"Hmm God...do the other one" Kurt mutters, his hands leaving the boy's body to delve into his hair, his fingers playing through the soft, silky strands as he tugs the guy closer.

The boy lifts his head, his green eyes dark and lusty as they gaze at Kurt, his lips drawing into a smile when he sees Kurt looking down at him with equally blown pupils, his cheeks flushed with arousal.

Kurt's hands continue to stroke through the boy's hair, his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks as he closes his eyes and arches his back into the boy's touch. Then his fingers constrict and pull in the hair when he feels the light graze of the boy's fingernails followed by the sweep of his tongue over his nipple, causing him to moan from deep in his throat. The boy looks at Kurt with hooded eyes as his hands stroke over Kurt's chest and then down, across his taut belly to the swollen hardness in his jeans.

He raises his eyebrow as he looks at Kurt beneath him, a dirty smirk twisting his mouth as he cups his hand around Kurt's hard length and squeezes, emitting a gasp of his own when he sees Kurt's lips part as he sucks in a breath of air at the contact. Kurt arches up, bucking his hips so his cock can bump against the palm holding him, his eyelids fluttering open so he can see the other boy's hot, flushed, face above him. He licks his lips and swallows at the sight of the damp beads of perspiration clinging to the other boy's temples, the sight making him want to twist up and lick the moisture away.

One of the hands he has in the boy's hair falls to his waist to grasp his hip, his thumb hooking through the belt loop of the guy's pants as his fingers splay over his bottom, his other hand cupping the boy's neck, feeling the pulse in his throat flutter against the one in Kurt's wrist. The boy ducks his head to nip lightly at Kurt's earlobe, his breath heavy and panting where his jaw rests against Kurt's cheek, the sweat from his brow coating the hair at Kurt's temple with dampness.

Kurt sighs as the boy's lips blaze a trail across his face, the touch almost reverent as it maps out his features: perfectly arched eyebrows, his lightly chiselled cheekbones, his nose with a delicate point at the tip to make it cute but not snobbish and his lips...his soft, pink lips that are parted just so, begging to be kissed.

"Kurt! We're leaving now! Don't forget me and Carole are out for dinner so there's money for pizza on the counter or leftover turkey in the fridge."

Kurt sits bolt upright, his coverlet twisted around his knees and beneath his bottom, pinning him to the bed. He looks around, bleary eyed and disorientated.

"...Kurt, you hear me? We're going!"

"Ye...yeah Dad, okay...have a good time!" Kurt yells back, dragging a shaky hand over his features and through his hair, the hard, insistent throbbing of his cock tenting his pyjamas drawing his attention back to his dream. Jeez, another one?

He throws himself back against his pillows and closes his eyes, willing his erection away, at the same time seeing if he can recollect the dream he's just had. He's surprised that he is able to remember some parts of it this time, though it's kind of annoying too because seeing himself making out in a car with a hot guy isn't exactly helping to get rid of his hard-on. He daren't let the flashes of memory go though for fear of forgetting another dream altogether so he grabs a pillow, one that always stays at the bottom of the pile, and turns onto his front.

The idea of getting himself off by his own hand is still crass and unnecessary in Kurt's own opinion because he feels giving in to those kinds of urges shows a lack of restraint that even the most horny of teenagers should be able to control. Even with that in mind though, Kurt he can't deny that he has to get rid of the ache between his legs because a) it's distracting and b) he needs to get ready to go and meet Blaine soon and he'd rather not do that sporting a very obvious boner. Besides, lying on his front, slowly thrusting against the firm but soft pillow, it kind of makes the dream clearer, reminds him of the feeling he thought he was experiencing whilst having it and it doesn't feel dirty at all, not the way he expected it to.

So he carries on. He closes his eyes with his head resting on his folded arms, like he's having a sunbathe, and continues to hump gently against the Dior grey, jacquard cushion, letting his mind drift.

He can't place the car, though he knows it's a convertible due to the soft roof and he can't get a fix on anything discernible about the boy's face or voice either, like he's seeing his partner through a thick fog or something, it's...dulled somehow. But he can see in his mind exactly what they were doing before he was woken and it...it shocks him. Yes he's seen scenes in movies where a couple are making out on a bed or like he was in his dream, getting hot and heavy in a car but he never really took notice and he certainly hasn't seen any movies with two guys, at least, not ones as explicit as his dream was.

It's all new to him. Last year, after he'd 'dated' Brittany and come out, he decided to have a browse on the internet and see what he could find. One site led to another which linked to another and within a minute of looking for 'cute guys kissing' he'd hit on hard core porn and seen things that he could never un-see again. Really, anything that involved a pulley, strapping and some kind of suspended contraption that made his eyes water just from looking at it, wasn't something Kurt ever wanted to be a part of. He'd hit the little red cross in the top right corner of his screen and hadn't ventured near his internet browser for anything else gay related since.

So that's why imagining himself half naked, pushing himself willingly up against this boy so there's skin pressed against skin and kissing him, not just being kissed, so unashamedly wanton the way he was in the dream, is shocking and more than just a little bit disconcerting to him.

Kurt tries to concentrate harder but he finds that just makes things more frustrating because concentrating stops him enjoying the sensations he's feeling in his cock so he tries not to over think things too hard and just enjoys. Goosebumps break out over his skin as he imagines again, the boys hands from his dream stroking up beneath his uniform shirt, his own fingers wrapping around the boy's navy blue and red striped tie to tug him in closer.

He groans aloud and turns his flushed face into the pillow beneath his arms as he ruts into the one beneath his hips, gasping softly into the fabric as he recalls more of the dream: a playful smile, the slick touch and taste of sweat on the other boys skin beneath his lips and the feel of his soft, silky hair dragging through Kurt's fingers. Then it's like his mind decides to show him more and with the flashes of images - his hands grabbing the boy's ass, the boy teasing his nipples and the hottest, sweetest kiss Kurt thinks he's ever seen - the slow drag of his hips over the pillow speeds up until he's fucking against the luxurious cushion with abandon, the silky smooth glide of his pyjama pants against his dick and the delicious friction of that against the fancy pillow sending him hurtling over the edge, straight into his first, real orgasm.

His cries of relief are muffled into his pillow, his breaths hot on his cheeks where they're buried in the soft, Egyptian cotton. It takes a while but eventually the nerve endings in his body stop short-circuiting, his brain becomes functional again and his breathing returns to some semblance of normality and only then, does Kurt really acknowledge what he's done.

He lifts his head and stares blearily around his room, questioning why, in all the seventeen and a half years of his life, he hasn't done that before. He eventually lifts his boneless body from the throw, feels the stickiness against his groin and abdomen and grimaces, remembering exactly why. Still, the way he feels now, his mind fuzzy, his spirit feeling free, his body still fizzing inside like a shook up can of soda, he knows he'll do it again and he won't feel guilty. How can he? He feels like he's floating on a cloud as he makes his way into his en-suite.

He doesn't have as long as he'd like to indulge in his usual morning routine...totally worth it, so he skips his exfoliation and gets on with showering, moisturising and coordinating his clothing, taking time to style his hair to perfection before shouting out to Finn that he's leaving and will be back later, heading out for his first post Christmas coffee with Blaine.

Blaine.

Kurt can't get the pictures out of his head. Not exactly of Blaine of course, the guy's physical features still annoyingly vague but he knows it has to be him because they were both wearing Dalton uniforms...Warbler uniforms if the blazer and pin attached to the tie he'd pictured were anything to go by.

By the time he sits himself down with a coffee at their regular window seat, Kurt is feeling frustrated at his dream again, albeit a different kind of frustration than he'd felt this morning because something is nagging at him, something from his past.

What if these aren't dreams?

Kurt isn't sure why he hasn't thought of this before now, maybe because the dreams were so vague but now the thought has occurred to him, he can't seem to just shift it. What had his mother said about his visions again?

"They stop, once you meet your soulmate"

"You'll dream of her...or him before you meet them."

Okay so he didn't have his first dream or 'vision' until after he met Blaine, that doesn't mean he can't be Kurt's soulmate. After all, it was only a matter of minutes and there's nothing in writing about this whole destiny thing that says he has to meet his soulmate after the visions start. Just because his mom said it happened that way with his uncle and grandfather and the rest of the men in her family, doesn't make it gospel.

"They held hands and they kissed and, well, you'll understand the rest when you're a little bit older"

So in his head as a 6 year old and then older, at 8, it had all been Disney Princesses and happily ever after but...he was a little boy back then, it was to be expected. That's when it leaps up and really smacks him in the face. His mother wasn't saying he'd hold hands and kiss the person he loved when he was having visions of his soul-mate, she was talking about sex dreams. Oh-my!

He isn't a little kid any more, he's a teenager, almost an adult because he'll be 18 in a few months, he's not the naïve child he was when he first heard the story. He just can't believe all those years have passed and he hasn't thought of this until now.

Of course now he has thought of this, he can't seem to think about anything else. How did his mom phrase it again?

"They wanted to be as close to each other as two people can be without actually being married."

So she'd basically been telling him that his uncle Martin and Helen slept together, had sex at, what? Fifteen, sixteen years old because she was sick they didn't have much time and he'd had sexy dreams about her which made them soulmates.

The ridiculous thing?

He believes his mom. Not that he has reason to disbelieve her but even he can see how the whole thing sounds a little ludicrous. He stirs his coffee and licks off the foam, remembering the way his mom had sat him down and told him, the earnestness and sincerity in her voice, the way she'd smiled at him warmly as she'd held his hand. She hadn't been making it up, she'd been trying to tell him, the best way she knew how before she died, that he'd eventually have sexy visions of his soulmate and that once they consummated their relationship, all his psychic episodes would stop.

Even though he's known since he was a little kid that he'd meet his soulmate eventually, he's just never really considered it could happen so early on in life...until now.

Again he tries to picture himself making out with Blaine but it's difficult, like his mind is resisting putting that sweet, cheerful face in his vision instead of the blur that currently resides there. Still, he can picture his own hand fisting around a swath of white cotton, his fingers deftly unbuttoning the other boy's shirt and pulling it from the waistband of his grey slacks as he draws him down into a kiss.

Kurt drags himself away from those thoughts when he feels his body start to tighten, pushes down the excitement and heat he feels unfurling inside of him. Instead of letting his mind wander further, he gazes out of the window at the passers-by, clutching his coffee in his hands as he sips at it thoughtfully, working out what they're doing with their day.

Woman returning unwanted gifts, harried dad taking his kids for ice-cream, bored boyfriend getting dragged around the sales by his eager girlfriend but...hello, the look she just gave him tells Kurt everything he needs to know as to why the boyfriend is there...afternoon delights indeed.

He rests his head in his hand and continues to look out of the window and people watch as he waits for Blaine to arrive. A group of young teens no doubt out spending their vouchers and Christmas money, a toddler in his push chair, driving his child-minder nuts as he throws his mitten to the ground for the hundredth time and a really cute boy, straight out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue, leaning casually against the side of Lima's Union bank, foot raised, arms folded, staring at him...

Wait, staring right at him?

He does a double take, his glance catching the guy's eye for a split second before the other boy looks away, leaving Kurt to snap his mouth shut and avert his own gaze back down to his coffee cup. He chides himself softly beneath his breath, his cheeks flaming at the realisation that he's been caught staring at the boy in open mouthed wonder. Not that he wasn't worth looking at, he reminds himself, surreptitiously glancing back out of the window, disappointment flooding through him to see the wall now empty.

"Hey Kurt." He glances around sharply, startled to see Blaine standing beside his chair, smiling pleasantly down at him, coffee cup already clutched tightly in his hand.

"Blaine" Kurt splutters his friend's name, "I didn't see you arrive." Blaine chuckles and rolls his eyes, craning his neck to see out of the window as he takes a seat.

"Well obviously...what's so interesting anyway?" he asks, frowning. Kurt shrugs and waves his hand vaguely, turning his head for another quick peek out of the window, disappointed that the cute boy is no longer there.

"Nothing, just...day dreaming I guess" Kurt replies, smiling to himself as he takes a sip of his lukewarm coffee.

"Oh? Now you have me intrigued" Blaine teases, his tone flirty as he leans forward across the table a little, like he's expecting Kurt to divulge his secrets. Kurt blushes, then laughs high and clear when Blaine's bottom lip juts out, his eyes going big and round as he silently pleads with Kurt to tell him. He's just wondering how a person should go about acquiring themselves a boyfriend when he's distracted by the jingle of the bell above the doorway behind him, then the sound of a deep, confident voice ordering himself a double espresso with a shot of Courvoisier and cream.

Hope you enjoyed that, more soon. x