Chapter 53: Yours
Kurt opened the fridge, taking out the lunch he had made the night before. "I'm going to be late tonight. Remember? Parents Night."
Nigel frowned, cereal spoon half way to his mouth. "You're not going to be home for dinner?"
Kurt shook his head, as he stuffed his lunch into his Camp Wang bag. "No. The camp's providing dinner for the counselors before the parents descend on us." He swung the straps of the bag over his shoulder, and dropped a quick kiss on Nigel on his way out of the kitchen.
Nigel heard, "Visiting's from 6 to 8, should be home by 8:30", just before the front door clicked shut. He finished his cereal, and put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. Standing in the elevator, Nigel jiggled the keys in his pocket, and tried to convince himself that the day hadn't gotten just a little grey.
Nigel was in no hurry to leave the office. He checked his email, and spent half an hour clearing out his trash file. Stopping for groceries on the way home, he ate a quick dinner, in the self-serve café of the local grocery store. He played a game on his phone, determined to ignore how depressing it was eating dinner on his own.
Unlocking his front door, he entered an apartment that was preternaturally quiet. No iPod playing Kurt's show tunes, no cooking noises from the kitchen, no laughing crystal eyes recounting tales from the trenches of Day Camp. Nigel put the groceries away, and checked the digital clock on the stove, 7:24.
In the bedroom, he changed out of his work clothes, and threw on a T-shirt and shorts. Stepping out of the walk-in closet, he caught sight of the end tables flanking the bed, and grinned. His mother was right, they were a lot better than the over-turned waste basket! Smiling he walked over to one, and opened the drawer. He touched the silk sashes, and the leather blind fold with caressing fingers. Sliding the drawer shut, he walked around the bed, and opened the drawer in the second night table. Kurt's cuff, and the silver connecting chain, lay staring up at him. Nigel played with the chain, arranging it around the cuff, and stood back admiring the effect. He slid the drawer shut, and leaned against the mattress taking in the tops of the night tables. A cordless sat on one side, an alarm clock on the other. Two pump bottles of lube stood, one on each night table. They might have gone a bit of over-board with the lube, but it was damn convenient. And Nigel liked the symbolism. God, he was such a suck!
He took his laptop to the couch, and spent the next hour alternating between a video game, and flipping channels, while he waited for his boyfriend to come home. At 8:30 he turned everything off, and ran a bath for Kurt. The sunblock was probably making him crazy by now. Pouring Kurt's bath gel into the running water, he didn't hear the front door. Testing the water temperature with his fingers, Nigel nodded and turned to find Kurt standing in the washroom doorway. "Hey, you're home!"
Kurt nodded, grin spreading across his face, as he reached to pull the despised Camp Wang T-shirt over his head. "For me?"
Nigel stepped aside, gesturing with a wave of his hand. "All yours."
Kurt tossed his clothes, and sank into the water, with a sigh of satisfaction. "Coming in?"
Nigel shook his head, as he reached for the shampoo. "Lean back."
Kurt relaxed under Nigel's hands, as he boyfriend lathered and rinsed. "I'm coming home late every night, if this is what I can expect."
Nigel smacked Kurt's shoulder. "No, you're not!" He handed Kurt the soap. "Think you can do the rest yourself?"
Kurt sat up, a suggestive smile tugging at his lips. "Sure you don't want to help?"
Nigel sat on the floor beside the tub. "Not now."
Kurt worked the soap between his hands, reading his boyfriend's face. "Got something else in mind?"
Nigel grinned. "Yes. Wash!"
Kurt laughed, and ran the bar of soap over his arms. Nigel's eyes followed the soap. "How was Parent's Night?"
"Interesting. You meet the parents and suddenly the kids are a lot easier to understand!" The soap moved to Kurt's chest. "Just before we left, one of the older kids, not one of mine, maybe 7 or 8? He comes up to me and blurts out, 'My dad says you're gay?' Totally out of the blue, I didn't even know this kid." Kurt shook his head, as he raised a leg to soap. "He stood there staring down at the ground, digging the toe of his running shoe into the grass, looking really nervous." Kurt switched to the other leg. "I said, 'Yes, your dad's right. I'm gay.'" Kurt stopped lathering and looked at Nigel. "The kid looks up at me and says, 'Some of the kids in my school call me a fag.' "
Nigel grimaced. "Some things never change, huh?"
Kurt handed Nigel the soap, and turned around in the tub, so Nigel could wash his back. "Yeah. His father came over and introduced himself. He said he wanted his son to meet as many gay people as possible so he'd know it was no big deal if it turned out that he was gay."
Nigel got Kurt's robe, as Kurt finished washing. "Not a bad plan."
Kurt turned the knob to drain the tub, and stepped into his robe, and Nigel's arms.
This is what he wanted. This is what he needed. This is what he'd been waiting all day for; Kurt in his arms. Nigel nuzzled into Kurt's neck, and Kurt held him tight, hands slipping under his T-shirt.
Kurt splayed his hands over Nigel's back. "It's good to be home."
In the bedroom, they stood in what they liked to call 'Position One'. No matter what they ended up doing, they always started here, in front of the mirror. It was a small personal ritual that meant a lot to them, one they still found insanely HOT!
Nigel pulled away from Kurt, and unbuckled his cuff. He could have taken Kurt's cuff from the night table, but he didn't want to wear hand-cuffs tonight.
Kurt watched as Nigel removed the cuff from his own wrist, and buckled it onto Kurt's. Nigel pressed a kiss to Kurt's hand, and stepped back to strip. He flung off the T-shirt, and slipped out of his shorts and underwear. Naked, he knelt and bowed his head over Kurt's hand, forehead touching the leather cuff.
Kurt ran a hand through Nigel's hair, down his neck, and settled it on his boyfriend's shoulder. Fingers idly tracing the skin, Kurt stared down at tousled dark hair. He fucking loved it when Nigel offered himself like this. The pose was a compelling juxtaposition of strength and vulnerability. It seared along every nerve in his body, sending blood pounding directly to his cock.
Kurt reached down and raised Nigel's head on the curve of his fingers. He let his appreciation, both for the man Nigel was and everything he offered, show in this eyes. And just to make sure that Nigel knew just how much his offering was valued, Kurt leaned down and whispered 'Thank You' against his lover's lips.
Straightening up, Kurt stroked the leather on his wrist, and watched Nigel's eyes darken with need. He didn't have to say it. It was all there in his eyes. Take me. Fuck me. Own me. Please!
Kurt touched gentle fingers to Nigel's cheek and jaw. He walked around the bed, to the side farthest from the mirror. He didn't have to check to see if Nigel followed him. When Nigel needed like this, he was iron and Kurt was the magnet.
Kurt turned his boyfriend to face the bed, and placing his hand between Nigel's shoulder blades, nudged the other man down.
Nigel folded over the bed, legs spread, ass high, head cushioned on his hands. He looked into the mirror, and saw Kurt standing behind him. He watched as Kurt untied the belt on his robe and tossed it aside.
Kurt curled over Nigel, kissing across his back, and down his spine. Nigel fought to keep his eyes open, to watch their reflection as long as he could, but as Kurt's mouth burned across his skin, as the younger man gripped his hips, and nipped at his ass, Nigel lost the battle. His eyes slid shut, and he writhed against the sheets.
Kurt played his hands over Nigel's ass, stroking, squeezing, spanking. He ran his hands down Nigel's thighs, and between his legs. He rolled the balls inside the delicate skin with the pads of his thumbs, and pressed into the small strip of skin just before Nigel's entrance. By the time, Kurt's slicked fingers were stretching his boyfriend; Nigel was moaning and pushing himself against Kurt. "God, Kurt! Please."
Kurt slicked his cock, and pressed the head against Nigel's entrance. "I'm not touching your cock Nigel, and neither are you. You're not coming until I say you can."
Kurt rubbed his cock over Nigel's hole, waiting for an answer. "Nigel?"
Nigel stretched his arms out over his head, tipping his hips up towards Kurt. "YES!"
Kurt spread Nigel open and pushed until the crown cleared the ring of muscle. He held Nigel's hips, and kept him from taking more than Kurt wanted to give him. Nigel moaned, and Kurt gave him another inch. He thrust slowly, in and out, but never deep, never what Nigel needed.
"Please!" Nigel whimpered, his face pressed against the sheet, his eyes shut, his face wanting. "Please!"
Kurt answered every plea. He gave more and more of himself, until he was totally buried in his boyfriend. He curled over Nigel, and stretched his hands over Nigel's, linking their fingers.
Nigel slammed back against his boyfriend, gasping at the sensation of Kurt everywhere, over him, in him… fuck!
Kurt snapped his hips, pounding into his lover. They moved against each other, skin breaking out in sweat, mouths open, gasping for breath. Nigel arched his back, and clenched around Kurt's cock.
Kurt emptied into his boyfriend's body, and collapsed on top of him. He waited for the little after-shocks to stop sending tremors through his body, and slipped out of Nigel.
His arms around Nigel's chest, Kurt dragged Nigel up until he was standing with his back against Kurt's chest. Looking into the mirror, Kurt dropped one hand down, and trailed a finger along his lover's shaft.
Nigel tipped his head back against Kurt's shoulder, his eyes on their image in the mirror.
Crystal eyes locked with green in the mirror. "You're mine."
"Yes."
Kurt closed his hand around Nigel's cock, palming over the glans, slicking the length with pre-cum. He slipped the other hand down Nigel's back, and thrust two fingers into his lover, stroking over the bundle of nerve endings. He looked into the mirror, his head alongside Nigel's, his voice harsh. "Now, Nigel."
Lights out, curled up together under the blankets, Kurt sent his fingers through Nigel's hair. "What happened tonight?"
Nigel turned his head into Kurt's shoulder. "Nothing."
Kurt waited, soothing one hand down Nigel's back. Nigel raised himself to one elbow, and looked down at Kurt. "You weren't here. It was only for a few hours, but it's already August, Kurt!"
Kurt pulled Nigel close, and rolled them both over. He threw one leg across Nigel's hips, and curled into his boyfriends arms. "I'm here. I'm still here."
