CHAPTER 29
The movie didn't keep their attention all night. In fact, halfway through it, they started talking and hadn't even noticed the movie had ended. Blaine had asked Kurt about his family, and although they'd already gone over the basic details, he was interested in knowing more. Kurt explained in more detail about his mom, and how she'd passed away when he was eight. He talked about how he and Burt had become inseparable after that, knowing they were kind of all they had left. They talked about when Burt had met Carol, and why….because of Kurt's crush on Finn. This made Kurt very uncomfortable when he remembered that Finn and Blaine worked together, so he changed the subject after blushing way too many times.
When Kurt asked about Blaine's family, not having heard anything about anyone but Cooper, Blaine tensed up. Kurt found it odd, as he was usually so happy go lucky and seemed comfortable with just about anything they'd discussed so far. Kurt didn't want to push, but he prodded slightly, trying to get at least some basic understanding of the issue so he didn't say anything stupid in the future. Blaine began by telling him about Cooper, that he was a lawyer, and he lived about 20 minutes away if he took the subway. He was, clearly, very close to Cooper, and Kurt couldn't wait to meet the man.
"Cooper and I…in some ways we're a lot alike, but in others, we couldn't BE more different if we tried. He can't hold a tune, can't play a kazoo and couldn't read music if his life depended on it. But he's so damn smart….he's a lawyer…and he's brilliant. Youngest partner in the history of the company. I guess that's saying something?" Blaine smiled.
"So you both up and left Ohio and your parents behind. Are they ok with that?" Kurt asked.
"Coop left the minute he was able. It was seriously heartbreaking for me. He graduated from high school and went off to college…never moved back in. I hated being home without him, more than anything. My dad would…..he….." Blaine, clearly flustered, stopped talking altogether and got up to get something to drink. "You want something to drink?" he asked Kurt, not making eye contact.
"No, I'm good….and we can really not have this conversation if it's that upsetting. I was just trying to get a feel for things so I don't make an ass of myself and say something insensitive later on." Kurt said, afraid he was upsetting Blaine.
"It's ok, really. I mean, I'm kinda weird about my parents. My mom…God, I just love her, but she cares way too much what my dad thinks, and he doesn't really think about her at all. That's always bothered me. She's such a good person. Everything she does is for someone else, always giving her time or donating this or that, holding a benefit here and there. She's one of a kind….but she's so damn worried about what the hell my jackass father thinks that she lets him dictate a lot of her activities to the point that it sometimes feels that she's not doing things anymore because she wants to, but because he wants her to. My dad, he's an ass."
Kurt listened quietly, not wanting to interrupt Blaine's train of thought. He'd come back over to the sofa and dropped down on what had become 'his end', Kurt sitting kind of in the middle now, watching him closely.
"It would be so easy to say that my dad hates me because I'm gay, and for the longest time, I thought that was the case. I guess I thought we were 'normal' before I told him…before I told both of them, but when I look back now, I see that it was all crap. He should have never been allowed to be a father…." He trailed off, his eyes wet now.
"Blaine….." Kurt said, reaching for his hand. Blaine smiled, but still wouldn't make eye contact.
"He used to beat Cooper." Blaine blurted out, the tears now falling in earnest. "I could hear him…he'd lock me in my room, my dad…..he'd threaten me, that if I came out of the room, he'd do the same to me. As soon as mom was out the door….." he trailed off. Kurt sat silently.
"Cooper told my mom the first time it happened. The next time my dad got hold of him it was worse, and he told Coop if he ever told anyone again, he would make sure he was sorry he ever opened his mouth…..there were thinly veiled threats toward my mother hidden in there, too. Coop took it like a champ, but like I said, the moment he could leave, he was gone, that fast."
"Can you blame him, though?" Kurt asked. "For protecting himself…for thinking he was probably protecting your mom as well in some weird way?"
"No….I don't blame him one bit. I will always blame my father for everything that happened….nobody else." Blaine said quietly.
"So Cooper….did he bait your dad or something? Was he disrespectful to your dad? " Kurt asked.
"No….I never saw that, never saw Cooper act up or talk back. Nothing like that, but it was like a hatred in my dad for Cooper. He was afraid of his own shadow for so long…didn't want to do a single thing wrong. It was painful to watch. I was so sad when he left, but also kind of elated. I knew my dad couldn't hurt him anymore, and that allowed me to sleep better at night. I would always lay there, awake, wondering if something was happening that I just couldn't hear."
"So Cooper left for college and….he calmed down and what….took up golf instead of child abuse?" Kurt asked sarcastically, finding it odd that it just 'stopped' that quickly. Surely something about Cooper set their dad off, which , in no way, gave him the right to abuse a child.
"No….no, he didn't calm down. He just switched punching bags. I was all of 13, just started high school, confused as hell over my sexuality, and had nobody to talk to about that. I knew my mom would understand, but she'd also probably tell my dad, and I wasn't having that…no way. I called Cooper one night, crying, so confused, and he talked to me for hours, telling me it was ok, and that there wasn't something wrong with me. He advised against telling my dad, though. He was right. At some point during the conversation my dad had picked up the other phone in the house and sat quietly, listening to Cooper and I talk. I went back over that conversation so many times, my blood turning to ice when I realized everything he'd heard us say….things about me, things about Coop….things we said about him!" Blaine cringed when he said these words. Clearly this was something he wasn't used to talking about….with anyone. Not just with Kurt.
"Blaine….if you don't want to go on about this…" Kurt began.
"Nope, I think it's time I kind of put this out there, actually." Blaine laughed. "I remember you telling me that opening up to Rachel was like a weight off your shoulders. I know what you mean now." He smirked. "So, when I realized my father had heard our conversation, I snuck out to a friend's house and spent the night. When I got home the next day, I assumed my mom was there because her car was in the driveway. He'd never hit us when mom was home. But she wasn't. Her friend had picked her up for a meeting they were both attending….but my father was home." Blaine stopped talking, still staring at the hardwood floor as if it held the secrets of the universe. He took several deep breaths before continuing.
"He beat me until I was unconscious. Called me every slur in the book and left me to die apparently. At some point, he dragged me outside, and for what I'll never know. I have to think he was interrupted in whatever he was doing, because my mom found me on the front porch, still unconscious. I woke up in the hospital days later, and my father had told them a really well prepared story about me having been beaten and left on our doorstep because I was gay. 'Damn hooligans' he'd called the supposed perpetrators, and waited until everyone was out of the room before reminding me that my mom's safety depended on my silence. God I hated him then and I hate him more now. He did me a favor though, actually. When my mom thought I'd been the victim of a hate crime, she sent me to Dalton, knowing it would never happen again there. Those were the best years of my life, so I guess I kind of owe my dad a debt of gratitude for half killing me when he did." Blaine laughed humorlessly.
Kurt couldn't form words. His throat was dry and tight…it burned actually. He felt as if he'd swallowed acid. He wasn't sure he even hated Jackson as much as he hated Blaine's father right this minute. He reached for Blaine's hand and held it, fingers intertwined.
"So…your mom…she still lives with him, and has no idea what happened for all those years before…..before you went to Dalton?" Kurt asked.
"Yep…and I'll never tell her. If she ever confronted him, I shudder to think what would happen. She's content with her life, and he leaves her alone to do what she wants now, so …..there's not a whole lot I can do, or feel obligated to do. I miss her though, and I know my dad will never allow her to visit. She's called me a few times since I've been up here, and it's always good to hear her voice. She sounds happy, and I won't get in the way of that." Blaine stated matter of factly.
"I won't lie, here, Blaine…..I'm truly at a loss for words. I don't even know what to say, where to begin. I'm sorry. I wish I had some great words of wisdom, or I could tell you how to make it better, but….shit….I can't even make myself feel better. Who the hell do I think I am trying to make anyone else feel better?" Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "But know this…I will always be here for you to talk to, to vent to, to scream at, if that's what you need. Bounce anything off of me….I'll take as much of the burden from your mind as I possibly can. No child should ever have to endure that, and certainly not at the hands of his own father, Blaine. He's a monster and you didn't deserve to have to deal with that."
Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, nodded, and wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you…for listening. For just…yeah. Thanks." He smiled at Kurt, genuinely this time.
"Anytime. If you think about it, I'm never more than a wall away, right? Always here to talk if you want to, just give me a shout." Kurt comforted him.
"SO!" Blaine said, with a half laugh…." There has to be something a little lighter to talk about, right?"
"Tell me about your music. What made you study music and what instruments do you play?" Kurt asked. Blaine visibly relaxed and a ghost of a grin returned to his face, which made Kurt's heart beat a little faster. Ok, a lot faster. Holy cow, how did that happen?
They talked about this and everything else they could come up with until well into the early morning hours, before finally drifting off.
They'd fallen asleep and woken up the same way as Saturday morning, Kurt wedged between Blaine's legs, his head on Blaine's chest, Blaine's nose nestled in Kurt's hair. He woke with a grin at the tickle on his face and the scent of Kurt in his nose. Kurt was snuffling and Blaine's heart was melting. This was the strangest thing. He likened it to his trips to Cedar Point as a child, riding the roller coasters with Cooper. That feeling on the way down…the feeling of your stomach having been left at the top of the previous hill….that's what he felt when he held Kurt like this. The simple realization that Kurt had stayed the night again and was tucked securely into his arms made him giddy. That's how Kurt found him when his eyes fluttered open, Blaine staring at him with a dopey smile. Until Kurt visibly stiffened, clearly trying to pull himself together. Blaine's smile fell.
"That look on your face, Kurt…..God it hurts."
"Blaine, please…it's not you…..it's…..it's not you, I promise. I'm ok….now. I know I'm safe with you." Kurt tried to explain.
"I know….Kurt, I know. What hurts is that it lives in your mind and your heart, and it takes over and I feel helpless to…to do…anything to make it better." Blaine said softly, quietly. "Normally I'd grab you and hold on for dear life until you felt safe, but clearly that's not an option…and so I'm at a loss."
"I….I know. I'm sorry….me too." Kurt said, sadly.
"Kurt, would you be ok if…I dunno…if I wanted to speak to Dr. Stein? Not while you're in there! I mean, if I made an appointment of my own to talk to her about things. Not you…not personal things!" he said, quickly, when he realized Kurt thought he was going to make an appointment to speak about Kurt's inabilities.
"I….I'm not sure how I'd feel about it. Let me think on that?" Kurt questioned.
"Yeah…sure….I mean, just…think on it, let me know. I just….." Blaine let out a long sigh. "I feel ridiculously out of line even thinking what I'm thinking, but if I don't do something about it, I feel I'll be making a huge mistake….missing a big chance if I don't ask her how to help. Does that make any sense?
"None whatsoever." Kurt said straight faced, then burst out laughing.
Blaine laughed as well, blushed, and hung his head, shaking it slightly.
"Ok, smart ass!" he said, nudging Kurt, who was still laying on him, expecting him to sit up and move away. But Kurt didn't move to get up. FLAIL! He was comfortable on Blaine's chest just the way he was. He could move if he wanted to, but he hadn't.
"What just happened? Did I miss something?" Kurt asked with a smirk and a confused grin.
"What…nothing…what are you talking about?" Blaine questioned.
"Blaine….my head is laying on your chest, my ear is right over your heart, and it's suddenly pounding like drum, double time. What are you thinking?" Kurt asked shyly. "Unless you don't want to tell me…."
"You….you could have moved. You could have darted up and flung yourself to the other side of the sofa the minute you were conscious and awake….and you didn't. I have a theory…and you're helping me prove it." Blaine answered.
"Sooooo, this theory….what is it?"
"Just….that you do much better when YOU touch ME….as opposed to ME touching YOU." Blaine explained.
"You think?" Kurt asked with a tilt of his head, turning to look at Blaine. "I didn't think about that…." He trailed off.
"Last night, when we were watching the movie, you came and sat right down next to me, practically ON me, as if it was no big deal. You sat that way for nearly an hour without tensing, but the minute I moved my arm to the back of the sofa and it touched the back of your head, you tensed up."
Kurt thought about that for a minute more, then smirked. "Should we test your theory, Mr. Anderson?" he said, clearly flirting with Blaine. Oh poor Blaine, his little heart was so near to jumping out of his chest.
"What did you have in mind, Mr. Hummel?" he said back, softly.
"Just….a test….for your theory. To see if I can touch you without issue…as long as you don't touch me back?" Kurt teased, whispering now, near Blaine's ear.
Oh sweet Lord, he's gonna kill me…he'll be the death of me!
Kurt placed his hands gingerly, slowly, on the sofa cushions near Blaine's hips and shifted himself so he was now knees down between the man's thighs, hovering over Blaine's torso. He stared into Blaine's eyes, watching the play of the honey tones, little specks of a darker gold dancing around and making Kurt want to examine them for hours. Blaine could feel Kurt's warm breath on his face and he was lost….mesmerized, by the myriad of colors in Kurt's eyes. He remembered thinking they were like tanzanite that first day, but they were so much more, so beautiful.
Blaine tried to keep his breathing even, mentally willing Kurt to close the distance between them. His breathing sped up a bit, and his lips parted. He was pretty certain his eyes were about to roll back in his skull and, oh my GOD, Kurt's hips dipped and rested right…oh….holy shit…there…and…..
"Kurt…" he managed to squeak out, feeling like he was being robbed of air. "Please…" Blaine said, his brain screaming "for the love of God and all that's holy, don't MOVE a muscle or he'll back off….don't ever let this stop…"
Kurt leaned in, their noses barely touching. He nuzzled Blaine that way for a few seconds while his mind wrapped itself around what he was going to do. He would not panic, he would not freak out, he would slowly lean it, keeping eye contact with Blaine and just sweetly….
"MR. BLAINE! I really need to use the bathroom!" Mattie called from the doorway of the guest room.
Kurt jolted up clumsily and lost his balance, crashing to the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, and Blaine let out a groan that he was certain the people in Jersey heard.
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"Joseph, any issues last evening?" Nick asked, quietly, not wanting to wake Jeff.
"Nothing we couldn't handle, sir. All is well." His head of security answered.
"Then something did happen?" Nick wanted to know.
"At your office, sir….someone…well, they did not physically try to get in, but…..sir, I'm sorry if I overstepped, as I know these were not your orders, but I had Jeremy in IT keep an extra vigilant eye on the servers, the system last night, and it seems….sir….that there was….um…" he trailed off.
"Joe?" Nick prompted.
"Mr. Duval, it seems someone tried to obtain information from your system, your personal information on your computer, sir. Jeremy has located the…um…" he paused, clearly searching for the right words.
"Joseph! For Christ's sake, spit it out, man!"
"Your father, or someone on his account, tried to hack into your system and access some files…..specifically high dollar accounts….more specifically….your bank account, sir." Joe grimaced, hating to be the one who broke that bit of news.
"And?" Nick waited, not quite patiently.
"And the threat was neutralized, sir. No information was lost or compromised in any way. Jeremy has taken steps to make the information even more secure, and ….well, I'm sure you'll wish to speak with Jeremy yourself, sir. Joseph babbled out quickly.
"Yes….I'm sure I will. Thank you, Joe. Really….this is why you're the best." Nick smiled. "Has my package arrived from Janice?"
"Yes, sir, just now. Shall I have it sent up?"
"If you will. I'll be waiting. Is there still a man outside my door?"
"Yes sir, all extra bodies are still on the premises."
"I think it's ok to dismiss them for now." He trailed off. "Joe….." he began.
"Sir?"
"We've known each other for a long time, and I don't know that I've ever properly thanked you for the job that you do. You are invaluable to me, and I think it's time I said so. Thank you, Joseph." Nick said to his head of security.
"It's my pleasure, sir. There is nobody I'd rather work for. Thank you, sir." Joseph sputtered out. It wasn't that Mr. Duval never thanked him. He took care of all of them quite well, and any of them would agree with that statement, but having him say so directly, over the phone, was…oddly disconcerting. But nice. Who didn't like to be appreciated?
Shortly thereafter the doorbell rang and Nick sauntered over to answer it. The young man outside the door was in his crisp security uniform, but Nick didn't recognize him. For a minute, he was conscious of a little twinge of uneasiness with the stranger.
"Your package, sir!" the young man said enthusiastically. He was taller than Nick, perhaps 6'-2" and looked as if he may have played some sort of sport in high school, as his body was lanky, yet clearly toned even through his clothing. He stood straight and tall and his manners were impeccable.
"Thank you…." Nick left it hanging there, not knowing the boy's name.
"Evan, sir. It's nice to finally make your acquaintance, sir!" he stammered.
"And how long have you been on Joseph's team, Evan?" he questioned.
"19 years, sir." He answered quickly.
Nick looked him over, casting an unbelieving glance at the strange boy, knowing he wasn't a day over 20 if he was a year.
"Evan, is it? Um….how….?"
"Joseph is my father, sir. I've been on his team for 19 years….4 months, and two weeks, give or take a few days." He smiled. Suddenly he glanced over Nick's shoulder and took in a quick breath, a hint of a smile ghosting across his face, before he returned his eyes to Nick and smiled brightly again, but now with a blush rising over his cheeks.
Nick let out a laugh, because he knew exactly who was probably behind him, and Evan smiled.
"Can I do anything else for you, sir?" he asked Nick.
"No….no, that'll be all for now. Thank you, Evan, and welcome aboard." Nick smiled back. He closed the door and turned to find Jeff leaning in the kitchen doorway, grinning. For a moment, all he could do was stare, his heart beating crazily at the sight of Jeff in his boxer briefs and nothing more.
"If I fell to my knees right here and begged you to stay, would you?" Nick asked, only partially kidding.
"Nicky…" Jeff grinned, shaking his head.
"Don't go. Stay another day. Just one more day?" Nick heard his own voice sounding wrecked and panicky and he didn't know what to do with that.
"Nick….you afford this place somehow, so I know you have a job doing….something…although we really didn't finish that conversation in any detail. Don't you have to go back to work at some point? I'll be back…soon. Ok? I promise!" Jeff smiled. "I have to head home, babe….my Gram…I need to be there, make sure she's ok. Mom checks on her, but I like to do my part, so when I'm not there, it's hard on mom. I want you to meet them, my Mom and Gram…ok?"
"Yeah…..yes, I….yes." Nick managed to get out. "Few things would make me happier." He said honestly.
"So…sir?" Jeff asked cheekily.
Nick blushed. "Whatever….I live here, they call everyone sir or ma'am probably…" he stammered.
Jeff just raised his eyebrows and gave Nick a disbelieving smile. "Ok…if you say so. What's in the bag, please say it's breakfast?" Jeff asked, looking like a puppy about to get a treat.
"No….no breakfast, although I'll work on that if you give me a minute."
"Nicky, seriously, I'm all about my veggies, but broccoli and cheese sauce is out of the question for breakfast, and you have no coffee. Face it, Old Mother Hubbard, the cupboard is bare, babe!" he laughed.
"Oh?...well….but I just…I thought…." He started, moving over toward the kitchen whipping the refrigerator open. It was filled to bursting with food….lots and lots of food, fresh fruits and veggies, meats, cheeses, and anything else they could want.
Jeff yanked the pantry door open and let out a muffled "whaa?" when he saw that it, too, was packed with food that wasn't there yesterday morning when he'd looked. "But….yesterday….and you didn't shop….but…..what?" he stuttered out.
"A man's gotta eat, Jeffie." Nick smiled. Jeff just shook his head.
"When did all this stuff get here? Yesterday…..empty….and today ready for a feast. What gives?" he smiled.
"Phillip was probably here last night stocking up for this week. That's usually on his itinerary for Sunday night. Why don't you grab a shower and I'll whip you up something for breakfast?"
"Uh….yeah, ok." Jeff said, momentarily kind of shaken up, and wondering who Phillip was? Nick hadn't said anything about a roommate.
"What sounds good?" Nick asked.
"Hmmmmm….." Jeff thought…but not about food. He didn't answer right away.
"Jeff? Y'ok?" Nick said, a crease across his forehead, a little concerned.
"I am, I'm good." Jeff smiled. He was not going to second guess Nick. He was not going to panic.
"So….breakfast then?" Nick smiled with a question in his voice.
"Um…just…something simple….don't go all out on my account. You have any bagels? Cream cheese? OJ?" Jeff asked.
"Yeah….I'm sure I do here somewhere. OH!" Nick said, remembering the bag. "Here…I..um…I should have….washed some laundry, and your clothes…shit, here!" he said, nervously shoving the bag at Jeff.
Jeff took the bag into the bedroom, shaking his head laughing at Nick. Nick turned to the fridge to look for cream cheese and heard Jeff bellow from the other room.
"….the hell, Nicky!?" Jeff blurted out, and Nick cringed.
"We can take them back, if you don't like 'em I mean…if you want. I just…." Nick began.
"Don't LIKE them? Nick, I can't keep these! Are you serious!?" Jeff bellowed again.
"Why?" Nick said, slightly confused and trying not to be insulted. "They're just clothes, Jeff. Don't get all weird."
"JUST…just clothes? NICK! Who bought these, and if it wasn't you, you need to demand your credit card back! Christ Almighty, man!" Jeff grumbled walking back down the hallway, handing Nick the bag and the receipt. Mental note, reprimand personal shopper. Never leave the receipt in the bag!
"Nick, these jeans were $650. I went legally blind at that figure on the receipt, so I'm not sure how much the shirt was…but holy shit man! That's my fucking rent, that's not a pair of jeans!" he argued. "I can't wear those! Someone will knock me out and steal them right off my body!" he said, sounding like he was in a total panic, his eyes wide and wild.
"Jeff?" Nick said, patiently waiting for his boyfriend to calm down a bit. "Are you finished with your little freak out now?"
"Nicky….seriously….I can't…."
"You can, and you will, and it's a gift then….so you can't take it back or that would hurt my feelings. You don't want to hurt my feelings, do you, Jeffrey?"
Jeff took a deep breath and thought about it. Nick acted like this was no big deal. Ok, he had a nice place here, but money didn't grow on trees. This was just too much.
"Nick….look, I told you. I'm not here for your money, and I'd feel REALLY weird accepting these, because let's face it, never in all my life would I be able to pay that amount for a pair of jeans and look at myself in the mirror wearing them. It's…it's too much. I feel….weird…awkward." Jeff tried to explain.
"Ok, let's make a deal. If you take these clothes, and accept them as a gift from me, then I promise I won't buy you anything again without your approval, or unless the whole outfit, including pants, shirt, tie, hat, shoes and socks, is less than your monthly rent. Deal?" Nick said, sticking his hand out to shake.
Jeff looked defeated. The jeans were REALLY nice, and he'd LOVE to have them, but it was too much. "Nicky…"
"Jeffie?" Nick said, giving Jeff the puppy dog eyes.
"Damn it, stop that!" Jeff laughed, grabbing Nick's hand to shake it.
"Go shower, put them on, and let me see how your ass looks in 'em…..please?" Nick said, sidling up to Jeff and whispering in his ear seductively.
"This isn't over!" Jeff announced, raising his eyebrows and looking down his nose at Nick. "I'll be back!"
Nick smirked at him and shook his head, pushing down the lever on the toaster with Jeff's bagel in it. When he heard the shower running, he took the second package and pulled it open to reveal a file folder containing miscellaneous paperwork and an envelope. Dumping the contents out on the counter, he went through everything, noting that everything he'd asked for was there. Jeff wouldn't be happy about it, but Nick wasn't worried. Everything was spelled correctly, dates were right as well. He put a few things back into the file folder and set it on top of the refrigerator for now.
With the shower water still running, he snuck into the bedroom and grabbed Jeff's wallet, shoving things into the pockets inconspicuously, so they wouldn't be noticed when Jeff opened it up. He pushed a few things into the deep pockets of Nick's dirty jeans and shoved them in the shopping bag that the new clothes had come in, folding them nicely. Then he snuck back into the kitchen to wait for Jeff.
A short time later, Jeff came out of the bathroom in his new jeans and a new button down shirt with a skinny tie. He looked good enough to eat, and Nick's mouth watered.
"Well, are you happy now?" Jeff bit out, jokingly.
"Turn….turn again…arms up…. Yep, quite satisfied." Nick said, licking his lips and wiggling his eyebrows at Jeff. "Jeannie did a good job. Except for leaving the receipt in the bag. I'll tell her I approve….do you?" Nick asked.
"Seriously, Nick? These things couldn't possibly fit any better! They're like a second skin, but they're so soft!"
"They aren't that tight, are they? It's not like they're showing your 'panty lines' or something!" Nick laughed out loud, teasing Jeff.
"That would require me having some on, though, wouldn't it?" Jeff asked, innocently. Nick spun around toward Jeff, his eyes wide and screaming with instant lust. Commando? Oh Sweet Baby Jesus….
With that, the bagel was forgotten, the cream cheese left on the counter, and Jeff's back was against the wall where Nick had shoved him before attacking his mouth and continuing his assault down the rest of Jeff's body.
"Jesus, just one more time, Jeff….please…." he moaned into the soft, warm skin of Jeff's neck. "You're so fucking hot….."
