Chapter 21: Please
Monday, just before lunch, Artie posted the cast list for West Side Story. Kurt stood with all the other hopefuls, everyone silent as they read. He started at the bottom of the list, delaying the inevitable, torn between wanting and not wanting to know.
OFFICER KRUPKE: Rory Flanagan
INDIO: Noah Puckerman
ROSALIA: Tina Cohen-Chang
ANITA: Santana Lopez
BERNARDO: Blaine Anderson
He had to read the words three times before they made any kind of sense. Bernardo was Blaine. Blaine was Bernardo…he wasn't Tony… Blaine wasn't Tony… Oh my god! Kurt scanned the rest of the list rapidly.
MARIA: Rachel Berry
VELMA: Brittany Pierce
GRAZIELLA: Quinn Fabray
RIFF: Mike Chang
TONY: Kurt Hummel
Hands pounded his back. Britt and Rachel kissed him, screaming. Blain hugged him. "Congratulations, Kurt!" Santana smirked at him, and flipped her hair off her shoulder. "Lady Face, think you can be seriously hot?"
Kurt grinned at her. "Nigel says I can, and I believe him."
Puck slung an arm around Kurt's shoulders. "Kurt Hummel, man's man and soon to be lady's man." Puck smirked at Kurt. "What do you guys call it, versatile?"
Kurt cocked a hip into Puck, pushing the jock off him. "We call it acting!"
Kurt pulled into Nigel's drive way. He was early. He knew Nigel had a late class tonight and wouldn't be home yet but Kurt was still hyped on adrenaline. He had to move, and what better place to move himself to, than Nigel's?
Claire opened the door, and immediately wrapped him up. "Kurt! Congratulations!" She stepped back to let him into the house. "You must be so excited."
"Nigel told you?"
Claire laughed. "Told me? I'm surprised he didn't write it in the sky!"
"Yeah, I think he was even more elated than I was." Kurt trailed Claire into the kitchen.
"Well, sure, he's got the easy part. All he has to do is sit in the audience and watch his boyfriend be brilliant. You're the one who actually has to perform." Claire shuddered. "In front of PEOPLE!"
Kurt gasped. "What? No one told me there were going to be PEOPLE!"
Claire laughed. "You really can act, can't you?"
Kurt shrugged. "We'll see."
Nigel saw Kurt's car in the drive way, and his whole body smiled. He had to laugh at himself. If they were giving away awards for sentimentalism, he would have a room full of little gold statues. Coming home to Kurt made him happy. End of story.
He walked into the kitchen to find his sister and his boyfriend sitting at the table, talking over ice cream. "Hey."
Kurt looked over his shoulder to where Nigel stood in the doorway. "You're home." He stood and wrapped an arm around Nigel's waist, snuggling into his shoulder.
Claire looked at them and smiled. A small part of her sighed for her own lost hopes and dreams. Most of her was happy for her brother. He had seen her through the black fog of her divorce. He was here still for her and the kids. He so deserved someone like Kurt, someone who cared. "Ice cream?"
Nigel grinned at Claire, his arms around Kurt. "With chocolate sauce?"
Nigel closed his bedroom door and turned to Kurt. He tugged him close, his hands on Kurt's hips. "So, do I get to sleep with Tony?"
"Bored with me already?"
"I'm just trying to help you get in character."
"Not smart, Dennison. If I were in character I'd be in your sister's bedroom not yours."
"Guess I'll just have to make do with you then." Nigel tried to look disappointed but the laugh in his eyes gave him away.
Kurt pushed him onto the bed. "You are so going to pay for that!"
Nigel pulled Kurt down on top of him. "Please."
Still running on high, Kurt skipped the usual preliminaries. He pulled Nigel towards the end of the bed, the OSU student's ass on the edge, his feet on the floor, legs spread to give Kurt access. A quick pull on Nigel's zipper, a tug on his jeans and Nigel was in Kurt's hands. Usually, Kurt worked up to rough, tonight he didn't bother. Finesse wasn't in his vocabulary tonight.
"Fuck! Kurt!" God, Kurt was never going to stop surprising him! Kurt's face was determined, and his hands were rough on a very beloved and sensitive part of Nigel's anatomy. It was almost, almost painful. That almost, was what had Nigel tossing on the bed, his back arching, needing to be closer, always closer to Kurt.
Nigel was hard, the heat under his skin burning through to Kurt's touch. Kurt looked at his boyfriend; saw the half-closed eyes, the hips thrusting up towards him. He heard the moans falling from Nigel's lips and totally backed off. He stood between Nigel's legs and did nothing.
Nigel felt cool where Kurt's hands had been hot. He opened his eyes. "Kurt?"
Kurt trailed one finger up Nigel's cock. "Yes?"
Nigel's eyes were desperate, his tone pleading. "Kurt!"
"Sure you're not bored, Nigel? Maybe you want someone else?"
"Fuck!" Nigel clamped his legs around Kurt's hips, trapping him close. "I want you. You fucking know I want you!"
Kurt ran his finger along Nigel's cock again. "Say please."
"Please"
"You're going to have to do better than that, Nigel."
"Please, Kurt. Please touch me. Please finish what you were doing." Nigel ran his hands over Kurt's sides, and hips, and ass. "Please, I need this. Please, I need you."
Kurt dropped to his knees, and swallowed Nigel. He said something, the words muffled around Nigel's cock. He swirled his tongue, gliding down, and sucking on the up stroke. He trailed his teeth very carefully over the head. He slipped his hands under Nigel's ass, and Nigel obeyed the silent command. He fucked Kurt's mouth.
Nigel was coming apart. One hand clamped tight in Kurt's hair, the other gripping the sheet in twisting fingers. He looked down his body, to where Kurt's lips held him captive. Kurt looked up, skin flushed, eyes filled with lust. "Fuck!" Nigel arched one last time and emptied into Kurt.
Kurt checked the bedside clock, 3:12 AM. Why was he awake? Oh, right, washroom. He padded across the hall to the washroom, and crawled back under the sheets.
Nigel curled into Kurt's side, one arm across his chest. "You were pretty determined about the begging tonight, Kurt?"
Kurt laced his fingers with Nigel's. "Yeah, sorry, but hearing you say please gets me hard."
"Well, in that case." Nigel leaned over Kurt, and spoke low against his ear, his hand around Kurt's cock. "Please, Kurt, please!"