Kurt's hair was near damn unfixable, he had tried to flip it left, then comb it to the front, the back to the side, but it just wouldn't return to its pervious perfect state. In the end Kurt grew frustrated, closed his eyes, ruffled it, and left the bathroom without looking back at the mirror.
"Woah, sex hair much." Santana grinned as she finished setting up the set.
"Yeah right." Kurt scoffed looking away with a blush. Elliot was grinning beside him. He did everything to ignore his gaze.
"Seriously, though is Blaine in town? Cos that's the only reason I can think of for you to have hair like that." Santana peaked through the bar, looking for any bowties.
"Whose Blaine?" Elliot asked.
"Kurt's ex. Although they have been sending some pretty saucy texts."
"Is that true Kurt?" Elliot whispered; Kurt avoided everyone's gaze.
"OH, MY GOD GUYS!" Before Kurt could reply to Elliot, Rachel was bouncing towards them. "Breakalegyourgoingtobegreatmakesureyourvoicesarewarmedupdoyouneedadrinkcanigetyouanythingican'tbeleivehowgreatyoualllook!"
"Berry, sit down, shut up and let us teach you how to rock a show." Santana ordered.
And before they knew it, they were performing. The performed and the rocked and they did their modified disco dance moves. Elliot got down on his knees and pelvic thrusted- this seemed to be his stupid signature move- but the crowd loved it, (at least there was no lighting for him to swing from.)
Danny aced her guitar solo and Kurt didn't miss a note- even if he did spend half his night making sex eyes at Elliot who was concentrating so hard on his performance that he did not reciprocate- which was probably for the best considering they had an audience.
And then it was over. They took their guitars and drumsticks as the bar made its last call for drinks. Rachel was backstage in a heartbeat, still talking without breaths or full stops.
"Thatwasincredibeguysandtothinkthebandstilldosenthaveanameordoesithaveanamenow? Doesit?ElliotthatwasincrediblewheredidthegirlsfindyoubecauseiwanttenofyouasmybackupdancersforNYADA'sWeWillRockYouperformancenextsemester."
"Rachel, put a sock in it before I take off my shoe and do it for you." Santana warned, but smiling, just as happy as Rachel was.
"Oh, Santana you will fore ever and always will be the true diva amongst us. Oh, Kurt, where's Adam? You think that after all the flirting between you two he would have wanted to come down and support you."
Behind them they heard Elliot drop his guitar case.
"Jesus Elliot! You've got to be more careful with her!" Danny scolded- apparently it was Danny's guitar case he was holding. She snatched it back.
"Sorry." He said. "Not feeling to well."
"It's the post-show jitters- coming down off all the adrenaline." Rachel said, "Trust me, I'm a performer." She held a handout to Elliot.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Yeah, and I'm the biggest diva around here." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
They packed everything up. Elliot was oddly quiet the entire time- perhaps because Rachel was basically giving him a dramatic monologue about her life.
"Kurt what is your belt doing here?" Danny asked. She held up a belt from the storage room doorway.
"That's not mine, that's Elliot's." Kurt said.
"How do you know that's his belt?" Santana asked, eyes narrowed. "He wasn't wearing it for the whole performance."
"Because he wore that belt last week, I know my fashion." Kurt was a very quick liar.
"Still doesn't explain what it was doing in the storeroom. Where is Elliot anyway?"
"Why don't you donate it to a garbage heap which is where it truly belongs."
Before Santana or Danny could ask any more questions, Kurt left Call-backs, leaving Santana and Danny to endure the performance-storm that was Rachel.
"So much for after performance celebrations." He heard Santana mutter as he typed in the address for a certain sex store.
"Elliot? Elliot are you in here?" Kurt knocked on his fourth door that evening. At least Elliot hadn't been lying about the apartment complex behind the sex store. He had even gone into it just to check Elliot wasn't hiding out in there. Then he wasn't answering his phone. Seriously! What the hell? This was a whole new level of rude and Kurt wasn't going to let him get away with it. He had already harassed three neighbors until one of them gave him the apartment number of 'that 80's punk-wanna-be' and now here Kurt was, furious that Elliot didn't have the decency to return his call.
"Why won't you answer my call? Is this another one of your stupid games? I'm going to fucking kill you."
"What?" Elliot swung the door open just enough to peak his head out. He was dressed in grey t-shirt and sweatpants with no makeup whatsoever. Kurt was taken aback. He wasn't used to seeing Elliot like that. His eyes still popped, but now Kurt focused on what colour his eyes actually were, not the glitter around them. Some weird blue-green colour- dare he say- sexy?
Kurt! stop staring!
"What the hell? You invite me over after the show then you completely disappear on your friends and refuse to pick up your phone."
"Did you ever think that was a signal for you to leave me alone?" Elliot spat. Kurt's face broke a little, hurt.
"Then why didn't you tell me that to my face?" Kurt shoved his foot in the door before Elliot could slam it closed.
"Move your foot."
"No."
"Do it."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Oh, I don't know, did you ever think maybe it doesn't fell nice being your little slut." Elliot kicked Kurt's foot back and slammed the door closed. Kurt stood there, jaw open in shock. Then the door flung open again.
"Oh, and by the way, my granny loved your dick pics."
"What!" before Elliot could slam the door shut on him, he kicked the door back and stormed right into Elliot's apartment. "YOU SHOWED HER MY PHOTOS!" Kurt marched across Elliot's floor until he was backed up into his couch, falling backwards over the backrest.
"She's half blind so I technically had to describe everything you sent."
"That doesn't make it any better!"
"Better than whoring yourself out with two other guys. Which, by the way, I don't care about because I don't like you anyway, but at least have the decency to be honest about it, so I know what I'm getting into. Oh, by the way, I read out all your texts too. What? Did you think my grandma was some sweater knitting nice lady- Oh no, she's some punk-ass biker bitch!"
Kurt leapt upon the couch, tackling Elliot, and kissing him hard to get him to shut up. Kurt growled his response into Elliot's mouth. His fists were gripping Elliot's shirt. His knees digging into Elliot's hip. Surely it wouldn't have been comfortable for Elliot but Kurt didn't care. He had just been called a whore, and what was this about two other guys?
"What are you talking about?" Kurt pulled himself back, but Elliot had other plans and pushed Kurt away completely, throwing them both off the couch and onto the floor. Elliot pinned Kurt down, his wrists by his head, his stupid face scowling down at Kurt.
"I heard Santana talking, and Rachel. Who the hell is Blaine? Or Adam?"
"Who do you care who they are anyway?"
"I don't." Elliot replied.
"I think you do. Tell me Elliot, why do you even care?" Kurt hissed.
"If you've got all your man whores on speed dial why are you here?"
"Because I don't have any man whores." Kurt growled, before Elliot could bite his neck. He felt those teeth pause and his hot breath wash over his jugular.
"But Santana and Rachel said…"
"I was lying to them you idiot. They caught me texting you and they both jumped to their own conclusions and well… I let them think that."
"Oh." Elliot pulled back, the grip on Kurt's wrists released. Then the smug looked returned. "What's the matter Kurt? Even in those designer clothes you can't catch yourself a boy-toy?"
"Maybe it's because I look better without them on." Kurt began to unbutton his shirt. Elliot's lips clamped down to Kurt's neck and began to suck hard.
"Fuck, you're going to leave a mark." Kurt tried to wriggle himself free, but Elliot gripped Kurt's wrists again and pinned them to his chest.
"I hate you, stop destroying my skin!" Kurt keened as Elliot's teeth grazed across his neck muscles.
"Make me." Elliot giggled, detaching just to speak, then reattaching himself back down with full force. Kurt tried to bite back, wriggling his hips underneath and thrusting upwards only to be met by Elliot who pushed him back down.
"I knew you were a glitter rock vampire, but I didn't actually think you were the biting kind!" Kurt struggled a little more, feeling teeth graze his neck muscles again which sent him moaning despite himself. He wriggled his wrists and angled his hands that were sandwiched between their chests. Then he found what he was looking for.
"Ouch!" Elliot growled, as Kurt twisted his nipple piercing around on itself.
"Good boy, that's better, no more biting." Kurt patronised, he had Elliot wrapped around his finger now that he knew exactly what to twist. Elliot sat back up and Kurt pushed himself atop of him, straddling him, his fingers still pinching his nipple.
"Now, are you going to behave yourself."
"Kurt let go." Elliot hands were sliding up Kurt's half unbuttoned shirt. The feel of warmth on his skin made his stomach clench- the good kind of clench.
"I asked you a question. Are you going to behave yourself?"
"Do you really want me to behave myself?" Those hands kept sliding up. His fingertips dug into Kurt's ribs and raked down. It made Kurt shiver.
Did he really want Elliot to behave himself? Absolutely not!
Did he want Elliot to know that? Absolutely not!
"Do you want to keep your nipple attached to your chest?" Kurt twisted it a little tighter. Elliot hiss and flinch.
"Please Kurt." The whine sounded desperate, so Kurt release his fingers. He didn't want to hurt Elliot, well, not that much. In return Elliot's fingers gave a thankful brush over Kurt's nipples, then his fingers worked the last buttons on his shirt before that shirt was on the floor. Elliot peeled his own shirt away too. Kurt grinned and took Elliot's arm in his hands. he examined Elliot's tattoos that raced up his wrist, up to his shoulder. There were geometric patterns and lines, delicate, detailed patterns of black and white.
"You like?" Elliot asked, lying back on the floor. Kurt's fingers fluttered gently, tracing the ink patterns. He liked, he really, really liked.
"Just checking for any ex's names, can't be getting involved with a guy who makes terrible life decisions."
"No ex's names on me, I covered them all up." Elliot winked, then twisted his head curiously at Kurt, his eyes scanning his boy up and down. "Speaking of terrible life decisions, in the change rooms you said you had been inked."
"I said no such thing."
"You avoided the question and that was enough to tell me all I needed to hear." Elliot sat up with Kurt in his lap. "You can show me babe, you're going to be naked very soon and I am going to have my hands on every inch of you." Elliot said in such a delicious tone Kurt couldn't refuse. "Besides, I'm not afraid of some ex's name." Why did Elliot's hands have to feel so warm? It was like burning when his insides were already steaming for sex.
"If you breathe a word about this to anyone…" Kurt warned, slowly twisting from the hips so Elliot could see his back.
"Bette Midler is your ex?"
"It's a typo. Well, it was a typo. It's Bette-r now."
"Kurt." Elliot twisted Kurt back around, his bottom lip bitten back, trying to hide a grin- he was not hiding it well. "I think I hate you a little less now."
"Don't get used to it." Kurt growled and basically pounced atop of Elliot, tugging his jeans down and throwing them aside. Elliot on the carpet floor in nothing but his half tugged down sweatpants and undrewear. Why did Kurt want to tie him up so bad? What the hell had gotten into him?
Whatever it was, it was dampened by the fact that Elliot's pocket began to vibrate.
"You carry a vibrator in your pocket now?"
"It's called a phone, you idiot." Elliot shoved his hand into his pocket and looked at the screen. "Santana."
"Answer it."
"I don't want to."
"Otherwise she's going to wonder where we both are, and I do not want anyone to know I'm actually enjoying my time around you."
"God forbid!" Elliot chuckled but answered the phone anyway. "Hello?"
Kurt gave a crooked grin and began to slide those sweatpants a little lower on Elliot's hips. Teasing him is becoming an irresistible habit.
"What's up?" Elliot gasped when Kurt sunk his lips through Elliot's underwear. "Huh? My belt... in the supply closet?" Kurt needed more from Elliot than that, so, he didn't waste time with his tongue, he just swallowed Elliot's head, pushing it forcefully up against his hard palate.
"Fuck!... what no, just ah, stubbed my toe… I'm fine… shit! Yeah, all good. No, don't come over now, don't be silly, just bring it to rehearsals…. I'll survive without a belt for a week…Ku-… oh!" Kurt paused; he had almost said Kurt's name. Their eyes met with a dangerous warning. "I left 'cos I wasn't feeling so well… no seriously don't come over, might be contagious, I'm glad you're feeling fine. Yup, ahaum, sure, goodnight!" Elliot hung up and threw the phone across the room.
"That mouth is causing some serious problems." Elliot gasped sitting up as Kurt pulled away from Elliot's cock with an expertly loud pop. The sound sent thrills down Kurt's spine.
"I wouldn't call them problems." Kurt made sure his breath whisked across Elliot's cock head. He began to pump his cock with his free hand. The veins were popping again, and Kurt took his time to lick each and every one of them.
"You are such a cock slut." Elliot grinned, watching Kurt kitten lick up his shaft.
"Are you complaining?"
"Does it sound like it?"
"Not at all." Kurt purred, crawling forward to pin Elliot underneath him. It felt good to have Elliot underneath him, oh so good to straddle the guy and squeeze his thighs into his waist.
"Can't wait fuck you." Kurt growled as if he were a lion upon his freshly caught prey.
"Why wait." Elliot was the sort of prey that talked back. He did more than talk back, he pulled his wrists free from Kurt's grip and pulled Kurt's face to his. They kissed with teeth, with biting of the lips, with growls hissing between them. Elliot worked Kurt's pants, then his underwear, then wrapped a hand around his cock. Pumping it. Kurt moaned into it, spurring Elliot on even more. He could have rutted Elliot right into the carpet. Oh, the carpet burn would have been delicious, he could slap Elliot on the back for the rest of the week and make him scream.
"Aren't you going to invite me into your bed or are we going to fuck on the carpet." Kurt really wanted to see what Elliot's bedroom was like too, to get deep inside Elliot's life, hell, Elliot pried into his bedroom Kurt was going to do the same to him, and so butt naked Kurt leapt up off Elliot and strolled through the apartment.
"I've made up my mind, I'm fucking you in your room. Is it this one?"
"That's the bathroom."
"This one then."
"Laundry?" Elliot laughed, equally naked, but letting Kurt reach the last door on his own. Kurt flung it open. "Welcome to my bedroom. Let me know when you finish prying through my draws so I can fuck that ass of yours."
Kurt paused. He looked over his shoulder, not even getting to appreciate Elliot's bedroom décor (which looked like a teenage boy's room full of band posters from the 80's)
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." Elliot raised his eyebrows suggestively and slid behind Kurt, pressing his obvious cock between Kurt's cheeks. Kurt clenched his cheeks together on instinct. His shoulders shivered and Kurt tried not to be taken away with the soft brush of lips down his shoulder. Kurt's breath hitched, caught off guard. He had never… but he would never admit that to Elliot, oh, no, he would play this smoothly, Elliot was not privy to the details of his sexual history.
"I will be fucking your ass tonight, Elliot." Kurt spoke with upmost authority. When he spoke with confidence, he felt confident and that moment of vulnerability had passed he spun around and gripped Elliot's neck, pulling their foreheads together. "I'm going to fuck your ass so deep you'll be my fucking puppet." He gripped Elliot's ass cheek with one hand and kept the other on his neck. Two hands clawed Kurt's flank; they would leave bruises on him by morning.
"I'm not going to be your bottom, Kurt."
"What's the mattery baby, afraid you won't recover?" Oh, the fake confidence was brimming though him, and for a moment he swore Elliot faltered.
"Don't flatter yourself, baby." Elliot gripped Kurt's cock and began to pump lazily but with the tightest of grips.
"I'll leave you to do the flattering for me." Kurt growled, blood flowing away from his brain, making it hard to think straight.
"You won't be hearing any flattery coming from these lips unless it's how good your ass feels around my dick." Elliot growled. Elliot's words did something to Kurt. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Fuck, it was dirty.
"Then you better do something else with your lips." Kurt hooked a heel behind Elliot's knee and pulled it forward, sending the boy down to his knees.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" Elliot gasped in shock, suddenly coming face to face with Kurt's junk in his face.
"Had to take self-defence classes in high school cos, well," he gestured to himself.
"Because boys couldn't keep their horny teenage hands off of you?" Elliot finished, teasing Kurt's cock head with his words.
"Did I just detect flattery?"
"Won't happen again." Elliot grinned and licked a flat tongue beneath Kurt's head. Kurt watched Elliot tease, hitting Kurt's cock on that tongue of his, grabbing that base real tight then stroking it up and down before finally, just finally engulfing him into his hot mouth. Those eyes, fuck, they were gorgeous. Kurt let his head fall back, feeling the thrills and rushes of Elliot working his cock. He fisted his hands on the boy's hair, stroking gently down his neck with the same softness Elliot had done to him.
"I've never done it before, Elliot." Kurt breathed before he knew what he was saying. Didn't he just tell himself he did not want Elliot knowing? Elliot pulled off Kurt's cock, confused.
"Sex?"
"No, um, never bottomed." Kurt's butterflies that had been racing around his cock a moment ago fluttered to his chest. Damn Elliot's tongue- making him say stuff. Elliot nodded and rose to his feet, he led Kurt to the bed wordlessly, sitting down and pulling Kurt into his lap. Kurt straddled him and Elliot wrapped his arms around him.
"Well, I suppose I could make an exception for the Kurt Hummel and play the role of bottom for this audition. Although I am well versed in a certain other roll; didn't you see my pelvic thrust in my audition?"
"I'm still seeing them in my nightmares." Kurt grinned, pushing Elliot down onto his back. Their cocks grazing one another, then those grazes becoming firm rubs.
"Otherwise, I could be your first?" There was a softness to the edges of Elliot's voice. "I've been told I have very gentle fingers." Elliot reached down and began to stroke the crest of Kurt's ass. Kurt slapped that hand away, trying to force a stern bravado.
"I'm fucking you tonight Starchild." It was a low growl, deeper than Kurt thought he could possibly go.
"You got my name right." Elliot grinned, pulling himself up into the pillows and taking Kurt with him. Kurt didn't dignify him with an answer, instead he began to open Elliot's bedside draws, half prying through, half looking for something.
"Nosey." Elliot purred, running his hands over Kurt's extended body, the other hand pumping Kurt lazily.
"Two flesh lights? Really Elliot?"
"Impulse purchases, what can I say, there's a sex store right downstairs."
Kurt found what he needed and coated his fingers with lube. "I want you like this." Kurt angled Elliot on his side, Kurt wedged himself between the man's legs, with one hand grazing deeper across his crack, while hips lips re-attached to Elliot's cock.
"Cock-slut. I wan't to thrust right up into your mouth." Elliot tried to twist himself onto his back, but Kurt held him tight.
"Do you know how hard it is to finger someone who is thrusting?" Kurt hitched Elliot's leg up around his shoulder.
"I thought you liked a challenge, Kurt. Oh, god!" Kurt pressed a firm finger to Elliot's entrance, sliding it back and forth while his mouth worked Elliot's cock again. Elliot's thighs squeezed Kurt's neck so tight it was making him lightheaded, but he liked it that way, he liked the way he had no choice but to swallow deeper and work his fingers faster.
"Kurt!" Elliot growled, fisting a hand into Kurt's hair. "I could keep you between my legs forever." Kurt's probing finger pressed in that first ring of muscle. Elliot was so tight- resisting. Kurt sucked harder, trying to get the damn boy to relax. He slipped his finger deeper then dragged it back then deeper again. Kurt grinned, fuck it felt so good to dip himself inside of Elliot, to feel that warmth and tightness.
"You like that?" Kurt purred, not waiting for an answer before sliding a second finger inside.
"Move more Kurt." Elliot begged.
"Bossy."
"Not used to it."
"You'll be begging for it next time." Kurt was confident in his skills, he knew exactly how to work those fingers, and he wanted nothing more than to make Elliot beg to be bottom next time round. Elliot began to relax. He even arched his back a little, was that a moan? Kurt dipped his fingers deeper, letting Elliot's muscles relax until he could fit a second finger in. He crooked his fingers a little and Elliot gasped.
"Kurt, I hate you." Elliot growled as he spread his legs a little further apart.
"How much do you hate me?" Kurt curled his fingers again stroking that soft swelling bulb inside Elliot. Elliot wriggled his hips again and reached down to squeeze the base of his cock.
"You better stop doing that." Elliot warned.
"Or what?" Kurt didn't stop, he had no intention of stopping, he rolled his fingers a little firmer and a little faster and with his other hand forced Elliot's cock back into his mouth.
"Please, Kurt, you have to…"
"Why Elliot?" Kurt breathed over Elliot's cock head. Oh, he knew exactly why, he could feel his head twitching and his slit filling with pre-cum. Elliot was so freakin' close.
"Because…" his chest was rising, that stupid nipple ring catching the light. Kurt reached his spare hand up and twisted it, making Elliot yowl. "Because I'm too close!" Elliot growled and slapped Kurt hand away from his chest.
"Perfect time for my cock then." Kurt grinned, then sat up, sliding his fingers gently out before he pushed Elliot passed the point of no return. "You ok?" Kurt checked, after all, Elliot had just said he had hated him.
"I've got high expectations Kurt, otherwise next time you're the bottom."
"Oh, there's going to be a next time, is there?" Kurt flipped Elliot over onto all fours and lubed his dick.
"If you keep wearing those stupidly tight jeans to rehearsals there will be- fuck!" Elliot hissed as Kurt's cock head slipped through that first ring of muscle.
"I knew you were checking out my ass." Kurt's breath hitched too as his cock was suddenly strangled by Elliot's tight insides. He was fighting it. Kurt rubbed up and down the boy's back gently, reaching under to pump Elliot as he adjusted. "It's been a while for you, hasn't it?"
"Shut up."
Kurt replied with kisses down Elliot's spine, pressing his cock deeper until his hip bones were against Elliot's ass. The boy was silent beneath him.
"Baby, you know I hate you, but I want you to enjoy this." Kurt soothed.
"Usually a top will start moving once their cock's inside." Elliot sassed with his head turned over his shoulder. Oh, if Elliot was going to be a dick, Kurt was going to be a dick right back. He withdrew his hips and pushed forward with force. Elliot's head fell into the pillows, but he didn't say stop. In fact, he pushed his hips back into Kurt.
"You won't win this Hummel." Elliot growled, pulling himself forward and pushing himself back onto Kurt again.
"I think I will." Kurt slapped down on Elliot's ass. The sting hissed through the room. Elliot stiffened for a second but that second was long enough for Kurt to get a firm grip of Elliot's hips and thrust deep inside again. That grip was so forceful Elliot had no choice but to match Kurt's timing.
"Fuck, Elliot!" Kurt threw his head back as he pounded his cock, he forgot how warm everything could be, how tight, how it makes his insides burn and fizzle. Then Elliot began to moan as well, and not deep growls, but high-pitched keens, his head thrown back, begging.
"Faster Kurt…. slap me again Kurt." Kurt slapped the other cheek then changed his angle a little. He didn't want whimpers or begging, he wanted Elliot to scream like he was belting out a Lady Gaga song. Then Kurt found it, and Elliot didn't scream, but Kurt knew he was in the right spot, because instead of screaming Elliot whimpered, he groaned, he pressed his face into the pillows, head twisted to the side so Kurt could see his lips moving.
He wasn't screaming, he was begging.
"dontstop,dontstop,pleaseKurt,rightthere,fuck," then Elliot said something Kurt didn't expect. "Kurt, can I come?" Fuck, the begging, the permission!
"Only if I can clean you up after."
"Dirty boy." Elliot laughed and reached to stroke himself. Kurt could hear the squelch of his strokes, why did that turn him on so much? He should have been stroking Elliot himself but he couldn't let go of those hips, he kept fucking, watching his cock drive in and out, watching how Elliot's shoulder muscles worked hard, how Elliot's face screwed up, eyes closed, mouth open. Then Kurt's gut twisted, the pressure building. The nerve endings from his cock electrified from his balls up his spine.
"Elliot!" Kurt thrust himself deep and kept himself deep releasing everything he had inside Elliot, pulsing, throbbing, feeling Elliot's prostate swell and moments later throb and release. The boys panted together; their bodies laced with sweat. Kurt fell down over Elliot's back, letting himself soften before pulling out gently. Elliot began to slump sideways.
"Shh, no stay there." Kurt propped him back upright. He lent down and pulled Elliot's tender cheeks apart and slipped his tongue right over Elliot's swollen hole.
"Kurt, please do that again." Kurt didn't need to be told. He lapped gently, working his tongue over that soft flesh, tasting lube and cum. He pulled his lips back and pushed Elliot gently to the side. "Kurt, more."
"I said I would clean you up." Elliot had cum splattered on his stomach- Just a little, his cock slowly softening. Kurt latched on Elliot, licking, and using the gentlest of pressure. But it was enough to make Elliot squirm. The salty cooling taste hit his tongue.
"Kurt!" Elliot giggled, pushing Elliot off his sensitive cock. "Get off!"
"We just did." Kurt fell back on the pillows. There was silence for a moment, the boys panting. Kurt stared at the ceiling, letting the blood rush back to the rest of his body.
"Not bad Hummel."
"Not bad Starchild."
"I haven't been fucked like that in a while."
"Same here."
"So, what happens now?" Elliot asked.
"What do you want to happen?"
"We'll I'm not going to make you a cup of tea and put on Project Runway re-runs, so if that's what your after, get out now."
"Why? Afraid you might learn something, like why you shouldn't machinery on a top hat." Elliot's steampunk top hat was sitting on his desk. The clogs and glitter were irritating Kurt- pick one, not both, it was way over the top!
"Says the person who has a shrunken hippopotamus head broach." Elliot sat up; eyes narrowed. Kurt felt the coil of hate rising again. He clenched his jaw and launched himself at Elliot, straddling him and kissing him madly. He bit those lips, rubbed his body down into him, feeling the cool bead of Elliot's nipple ring on his chest. He could go for round two already, they were both getting hard. But Kurt pulled away. He couldn't let this be a habit.
"If I stay the night, I might be tempted to kill you in your sleep." Kurt purred before lifting himself off the bed and gathering his clothes. He made sure his hips popped as he walked.
"Oh Kurt, baby, then you would have to find a replacement for your band, and we know how much luck you had last auditions." Elliot followed him lazily as he dressed. Kurt turned over his shoulder and gave him a look.
"I know, any old riff-raff shows up at these auditions, one even had the audacity to swing from a chandelier." Kurt was dressed how and gave Elliot one last look up and down his naked body. He dashed to the door.
"Hey, wait." Elliot stopped him with a touch to the wrist. Kurt turned. Elliot's eyes were soft, for a moment Kurt could peer into that soft side of Elliot, for some reason he felt deeper inside Elliot than he was moments ago.
"What?" Kurt asked, then felt Elliot's lips pressed to his.
"Get home safe, yeah? Text me when you get home."