Chapter 14: Groceries
Kurt pushed the grocery cart, while Nigel checked the list Claire had written. "You want to explain to me why we're buying groceries on a Saturday afternoon? A Saturday that, miracle of miracles, you're not working!"
Nigel threw a package of pasta in the cart. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. Look, I heard Claire on the phone with this guy she's been dating. She was trying to get out of seeing him."
"I thought she liked him?" Kurt checked the list, and plucked two pasta sauce jars off the shelf.
"She does." Nigel waited while Kurt put the jars in the cart, and then pushed it forward. "She likes him too much. It's making her nervous."
"Oh, too fast, too soon, what if I'm making a mistake nervous?"
Nigel stared at Kurt. "And how do you know that? Have you been talking to Claire?"
Kurt snorted. "No, I haven't talked to your sister about this. I know how she feels because that's exactly how I felt when we first started seeing each other."
Nigel's eyes went wide with surprise. "Really? You never said anything." He touched Kurt's elbow gently, soothing a worry that no longer existed.
Kurt laughed. "I was nervous. I wasn't stupid." Kurt kissed Nigel quickly. "I'll take too fast over not at all, any day."
They pushed the cart into the bakery section, and picked out bread, and pita, and hamburger buns.
"Well, I didn't know what she was thinking, but I heard her say that she couldn't see him this weekend because she had to take the kids to swimming lessons, and baseball practice and then she had to buy groceries. So I took the phone and told Kevin, that I would buy groceries, and he could pick Claire up at 6PM."
"Wow, was she pissed?"
"Oh, yeah, she screamed and threw the phone at me. She was going to hit me over the head with a plate, but it was the one that Angie made at camp so she put it back down."
Kurt laughed. Nigel pushed the cart into the next aisle.
"I got her to calm down and tell me what the hell was going on. I'm not as smart as you." Nigel ruffled Kurt's hair, and jumped aside when the diva smacked him. "She had to explain it to me."
Kurt put three boxes of cereal in the cart. "How did you get her to change her mind?"
"I told her she had to try. Maybe it wouldn't work out but maybe it would, and how would she ever know if she was too chicken to try." Nigel stopped pushing the cart. "You think you're the only one that was nervous back then?" Nigel's lips tilted up on one side, not quite a smile. "I broke out in a sweat that first time I talked to you by the cash. I planned exactly what I was going to say while you were still in the dressing room. And then you were standing there handing me your credit card, and I couldn't remember a damn word I had planned." Nigel took Kurt's hand. "I almost didn't say anything, and then I thought what if he doesn't come back. Say something, you idiot or you may never see him again."
Kurt traced Nigel's lips with his fingertips. "Maybe Claire will be as lucky as we were."
Nigel kissed Kurt's fingers, his eyes bright behind his glasses. "We have the house to ourselves until 4."
"Why didn't you say so?" Kurt grabbed the list and tore it in half. He handed one half to Nigel. "Meet you at the cash."
Kurt put two bags down on the kitchen counter beside the others. Nigel turned from putting milk and margarine in the fridge, to find Kurt sitting at the kitchen table. "Aren't you going to help?"
Kurt crossed his legs and sat back in his seat. "No."
Nigel paused, a can of soup in his hand, and looked at Kurt. The diva had that edge to his voice. Nigel's cock twitched just hearing it.
Kurt nodded. "This is what you're going to do." Kurt held the OSU student's eyes. "You're going to unpack the groceries. Each time you put something away, you're going to remove a piece of clothing."
Nigel's mouth fell open in surprise. He lowered his head, as he felt his face start to burn. Excitement made his hands shake. He put the soup on a shelf in the pantry, and turned to face Kurt. He took off his hoodie and put it on the counter. He could feel Kurt watching him as he reached into the bag. He put a box of cereal away, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He watched Kurt's face as shrugged out of his shirt and put it on top of the hoodie. Another box of cereal, two jars of pasta, and a loaf of bread; and Nigel's socks and shoes were off. The OSU student put cheese in the fridge and turned to face his lover. His hands hesitated over the button on his jeans. He looked at Kurt as he unzipped. Kurt's eyes were following Nigel's hand, lingering on the obvious bulge outlined against the denim.
Nigel pushed his jeans down and off. He stood still, his cock hard, tenting his boxers. He wanted Kurt to see him like this; he wanted his boyfriend to know just how aroused he was.
Kurt flicked his fingers, and Nigel reached into the grocery bag again. He put a carton of eggs in the fridge, and removed his underwear. Naked, he stood in front of Kurt, head bowed, waiting for his next command. There was still a bag of groceries to go but Nigel had run out of clothes.
Kurt ran his eyes over the naked man standing so quietly before him. Nigel's skin was flushed, his breathing was off, and his cock was hard and high. Kurt smiled. "Now, each time you put something away, you're going to lie across my lap, and I'm going to spank you." As Nigel put a hand into the grocery bag, Kurt thought of something else. "Nigel, just to keep it interesting, for each article you take out of the bag, we'll add a slap.
Nigel put a carton of orange juice in the fridge, and crossed the room to Kurt. He folded himself over Kurt's spread knees. Kurt stoked his back and hips, and thighs. He raised a hand and brought it down hard and fast. Nigel jumped, and hissed, and then moved back to the grocery bag. He put a package of pasta in the pantry, and walked back to Kurt. This time Nigel didn't jump, he moaned softly as Kurt's hand came down twice. Nigel continued to cross the room, Kurt's slaps increasing as the bag emptied. Nigel put ice cream in the freezer, folded the empty bag, and crossed the room to Kurt.
He walked slowly, his head bowed submissively. He knew he was going to receive nine slaps this time, and he wanted them. He didn't know what Kurt was going to do after that, and the not knowing was making his heart pound in his chest.
Kurt stroked down Nigel's back from the nape of his neck to the curve of his ass. He slipped his fingers between Nigel's thighs and held his balls, rubbing them gently. Nigel sighed at the tender touch. Kurt moved his fingers up and traced them over Nigel's anus. Nigel thrust up against his hand.
Nigel's ass was already red. Kurt touched the skin gently and felt the heat under his fingertips. He raised his hand and delivered nine slaps, hard, fast. He slapped Nigel exactly the way he intended to fuck him. Kurt touched Nigel's shoulder and Nigel slid to the floor on his knees, between Kurt's legs. Kurt put his hand under Nigel's chin, and raised his head. Nigel watched as Kurt undid the knot of his tie. Kurt slipped his tie out from under his shirt collar and wound it around Nigel's wrists. Standing, he pulled Nigel up by his wrists, and guided the other man until he lay on his stomach folded over the table, his wrists over his head.
Kurt took a small packet of lube out of the back pocket of his jeans. It's amazing what you can actually fit in skinny jeans, thanks to spandex! He pushed his jeans down enough to free his cock and lubed up. He positioned his cock against Nigel's hole.
"What do you want, Nigel?"
Nigel shuddered under Kurt. His mind was a haze of lust. God, he couldn't talk now, he could barely think.
Kurt rubbed over Nigel's entrance, but he didn't push in. "What do you want, Nigel?"
"You, I want you." Nigel choked the words out as he tried to push back against Kurt, to impale himself.
Kurt held his hips, and kept teasing Nigel's hole with his cock. "You know I'm yours, Nigel, but what do you want right now?"
Nigel screamed in frustration. "Kurt, fuck me!"
Kurt leaned over Nigel's back and spoke low against his ear. "Say please."
Nigel groaned and thrust back against Kurt. "Please, fuck me. Please, Please."
Kurt surged into his boyfriend, his strokes hard and fast, hitting Nigel's prostrate at exactly the right angle.
Nigel didn't know what he was saying. He didn't even know that he was saying anything. He was totally lost to the tension building inside him, to the feel of Kurt taking him apart. He didn't know that every time Kurt thrust deep, he, Nigel, moaned 'please'. But Kurt knew. Kurt heard him. Kurt always knew what Nigel needed. He pressed his hand under Nigel and pumped the OSU student's cock. Nigel slammed back against Kurt, murmuring 'please' with each thrust.
Kurt was nearing the end of his control. He leaned over Nigel, and bit into his neck. "Come now, Nigel. Now!"
Kurt cleaned Nigel up, and helped him dress. Five minutes after they had finished, you'd never be able to tell that they had done anything remotely interesting in the kitchen. Well, unless you noticed that Kurt was still breathing hard, and Nigel's eyes were suspiciously bright, and he was very careful how he sat.
Nigel opened the fridge and handed Kurt a diet coke. "Maybe we should always do the grocery shopping."
Kurt grinned and swatted Nigel's ass.
Nigel rubbed his backside. "Oww!"
Kurt laughed. "Oh, now it hurts?"