Chapter 54: Dance

After dinner, Friday night, Nigel scanned Netflix looking for something he and Kurt could watch. He was thinking about making popcorn, when Kurt leaned over his shoulder and took the remote out of his hand.

"Go get changed. We're going out."

Kurt walked around the sofa, and Nigel's mouth dropped open. Kurt was a long lean column of temptation. His black T was about two sizes too small, which was distracting enough on its own, but the silver male symbol emblazoned on his chest, with the arrow pointing south drew the eye down… Nigel licked his lips. Long legs in black painted on jeans, silver Dr. Marten's and silver sparkles in his hair completed the look.

Kurt clicked the TV off. "I already picked out your clothes. Go!"

Eyes still on Kurt, Nigel walked backwards, his hands already unbuttoning his shirt. "We're going to a club?"

Kurt followed Nigel into the bedroom, and sat on the bed, watching him dress. "I was talking to some of the other counselors, and it's pretty embarrassing when the straight kids know more about gay clubs in this city than I do!"

Nigel tucked the pale grey shirt that Kurt had laid out on the bed into black pants. "I'm not trying to rain on your parade or anything but you're still underage."

Kurt smirked. "Oh, please! Puck hooked me up with a fake I.D. the minute he knew I was going to be here for the summer."

Nigel slid his arms into a black vest that he was fairly certain was not his. "And you're just telling me this now?"

Kurt leaned back on his elbows, and grinned up at Nigel. "Well, we've been busy."

Nigel looked at Kurt stretched out on the bed. He stepped between the younger man's legs, and leaned over him, one hand planted on either side of Kurt's shoulders. "Sure you want to go out?"

Kurt pulled Nigel's head down into a kiss, and rolled off the bed. "Yes!"

Nigel held the front door open for Kurt. "So, do I get a blow job in the men's room again?"

Kurt stopped in the door way. "No, but if you're very good, I'll fuck you over the sofa when we get home." He smiled at Nigel and walked out the door.

Nigel looked at the sofa, before he closed and locked the door. He slipped his key into his pocket and grinned as he followed his boyfriend to the elevators.


This was the second dance club they had been to, it was 11:45 and Nigel just wanted to go home. Kurt had made friends. He was dancing with a group of guys, probably all of whom were underage, and he didn't look like he was going to run out of steam any time soon. Nigel kept an eye on his boyfriend while he sipped a beer at the bar. The first place had been bad enough, but this place was worse. Or, Nigel supposed better, depending on your point of view. It was louder, darker, and packed with people.

The music was so loud, he couldn't hear himself think but he'd still rather be down here than upstairs with the really bad Go-Go boys, and the televised porn. Nigel smiled remembering Kurt's face when they had walked in. What did that commercial say? Priceless. His eyes were ping-pong balls, moving from the adult videos on the screens to the not very attractive dancers wearing minimal clothing. Nigel had been to a few more clubs than Kurt, but nothing like this! Thank God, Kurt had nixed the blow job! The washrooms weren't much better than Port-O-Potties!

Kurt waved from the mass of swirling bodies, and Nigel raised his bottle in response. He had danced with Kurt, because as much as he sucked on the dance floor, any excuse to touch Kurt was not something that Nigel could resist. They had danced the first part of the night at a much more subdued, civilized place. They had danced here, until a group of young men, who really knew how to move, adopted Kurt. Nigel wanted Kurt to have a good time so he had claimed thirst, and made his way to the bar.

"You're not dancing?"

Nigel traced the voice to the man sitting on the next stool; 30ish, dark hair, black leather shirt unbuttoned to showcase defined abs, as he leaned against the bar. Nigel shook his head, and turned back to the dance floor.

The other guy moved closer so Nigel could hear him over the music. "MIT?"

Nigel shook his head again. He didn't want to talk to this guy, he wanted to watch Kurt.

"Don't talk much, do you?" The guy smiled, revealing cosmetically enhanced teeth that practically glowed in the dark.

Nigel just looked at him, hoping he'd take the hint and move on to someone else.

No such luck. The guy extended his hand. "Michael."

Nigel just didn't have it in him to say, 'fuck off', so he shook the guy's hand. "Nigel."

The guy leaned closer. "Nate?"

Nigel raised his voice over the music. "Nigel."

Michael slid off his stool, and leaned over Nigel, his hand on Nigel's shoulder. "I think we should…" His words trailed off, his eyes widening in surprise, as a pale hand plucked his off Nigel's shoulder.

Kurt stood at Nigel's back, his hand replacing Michael's on Nigel's shoulder. "Mine."

Michael wasn't inclined to take the kid seriously, until he saw the way Nigel leaned back against the twink. He raised his hands in the air and backed away. "Sorry."

Nigel turned on his stool, and Kurt took his beer bottle and set it on the bar. "We're leaving."


Nigel looked at Kurt a little nervously as they drove home. "You're not mad, are you?"

"How could I be mad because someone else finds you attractive?" Kurt smiled but his voice was a little off.

Nigel rolled Kurt's words over in his mind, and glanced at his boyfriend. "That doesn't mean you're not mad, it just means that you shouldn't be."

Kurt reached out and touched Nigel's thigh. "I'm not mad at you."

Nigel braked for a red light, and looked at Kurt. "You're still going to fuck me over the sofa, right?"

Kurt crossed his arms, and sat back in his seat, a determined look in his eyes. "Oh, yes. And against the wall in the foyer, and on the floor in the hallway, and over the kitchen counter, and anywhere else I can think of." Kurt locked eyes with Nigel. "You're not sleeping tonight."

Nigel's cock fought a losing battle with the zipper of his pants. "Yes, sir." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the hell did I just say? OMG! Can you actually die from embarrassment? Eyes still wide with shock, Nigel gathered the courage to look at his boyfriend.

There was no evidence of surprise or amusement in Kurt's eyes. He barely reacted. He gave Nigel a sharp nod. "That's right."