I want to quickly address some comments about not knowing if this is a Klaine story or not. I simply ask that you just read the story and enjoy it. You'll find out the ending when it comes, just like a book. I'm hoping that what I'm writing is worth the wait no matter the ending. Thank you for reading.
Please forgive any bad French. Blame it on Google Translation. : )
Last time on Unlock My Heart:
If Elliot had purposely gathered Kurt to him and spooned around him without waiting for the excuse of sleep, nobody mentioned it. If Kurt fell asleep with a content smile on his face, Elliot's arms around him, and his arms around Cosette, well, nobody mentioned that either.
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It felt like being pricked all over with thorns. What was going on with his hip? What was that weight on him? Kurt opened one eye and peered down his body to see Cosette happily kneading away at his hip. She was purring, the sound so tiny and sweet that Kurt couldn't help but gather her close to him.
"Bonjour joli peti chaton (Good morning, pretty little kitten)," Kurt greeted her quietly.
"Bonjour mon beau ami, (Good morning my handsome friend)," Elliot whispered behind him.
"Bonjour," Kurt responded, turning carefully so he didn't fall off the couch. "Little Cosette decided to use me as a kneading post. For being so tiny, she has surprisingly sharp claws."
"You can take her into any pet store and they should have someone who can teach you how to trim her nails. Would you ever consider declawing her?" Elliot asked hesitantly.
Kurt shook his head. "No way. I've seen cats who have been declawed and I swear it does something to their little minds. They need their claws; it is part of what makes them cats. I will learn how to trim them, however. Good idea."
Elliot winked at him. "That's why you keep me around, I have all the best ideas."
Kurt pretended to study him seriously. "I don't know. Maybe I keep you around to bring me cute little kittens," he said with a smile.
"Well, I am multi-talented. Speaking of talent, any chance of getting coffee this morning?" Elliot asked hopefully.
Kurt tried to ignore how adorable his hopeful expression was. He looked very young in the morning, his features soft and relaxed. All of him was adorable, Kurt decided. He would have to stick with adorable and not drop dead sexy like his mind wanted him to admit.
"Coffee, check. Coming right up," Kurt said. "Cosette, go sit with Uncle Elliot while Daddy goes to the kitchen." He gave the snuggly kitten a kiss on her little head and handed her to Elliot.
"Aw, come on, Daddy. I got her for you, can't I at least be Papa? We can co-parent her," Elliot said, cuddling Cosette and giving him big eyes.
"You are dangerous when you want something," Kurt noted with a grin. "Fine, Papa it is. In that case, I demand child support in the form of coffee at that new shop near school."
"Ooh, yeah, Steamy Indulgences. I love the name of it. I wonder if it's all sexy in there," Elliot said with a leer and a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, cause coffee is so erotic," Kurt teased, standing up. "Oh, man, I'm surprised I'm not sore from sleeping in one position all night." He stretched his arms up over his head, not realizing his shirt had pulled up to reveal his abs. When he put his arms down and looked at Elliot, he was surprised to see his gray eyes dilated as he stared at him.
"Nice abs," Elliot commented hoarsely. "I didn't know you were so ripped."
Kurt blushed, flattered that someone as gorgeous as Elliot found him attractive. "I, uh, do yoga every day. Since I moved out here, I've been working out more. Lots of crunches and stuff," he babbled. "I just want to be strong, you know?"
Elliot smiled at him. "I get it. I am more of a runner than a work out fiend. But I enjoy pushing my body. Maybe we can work out together some time."
Was Elliot asking him on a date? Don't be silly, Kurt, he told himself. It's a work out, not dinner and a movie.
"That sounds good. It's pretty lonely. I could teach you some yoga," he offered.
"I would like that," Elliot said with a grin. "I have a feeling you are really flexible."
"I can be when I'm all stretched out," Kurt said bashfully.
"Will you show me something?" Eliot asked, Cosette now snuggled between his shoulder and neck.
Kurt thought about a pose he could slip into without stretching fully. He didn't want to hurt himself, but he couldn't help but want to show off just a bit. He hoped to see that admiring look on Elliot's face again. "Sure, let me stretch for a moment first. Have you ever done yoga?" he asked as he began stretching his arms and legs out. He sat on the floor and stretched his hamstrings before pulling his leg up and over his head.
"I tried once with my mom when I went home to visit last year. I am just not built the right way for it. Holy crap, Kurt. Doesn't that hurt?" Elliot asked, his jaw dropping at the sight of Kurt's legs behind his head. Don't look at his crotch, he lectured himself, don't look, don't look. Damn it! He cursed at himself and his treacherous body for watching and becoming aroused. He pulled his knees up to his chest as he lay on his side, covering up his growing erection.
"No, it doesn't hurt. Like I said, I do this every day so my body is used to moving around in funky positions. Okay, I'm still not fully stretched, so I'm going to do a pose that is more strength and balance then flexible. This is called the Peacock pose," he said. He pulled his body into a kneeling position before leaning forward and placing his hands down, elbows together to support his stomach and rib cage. He pushed his legs straight back, balanced on his toes. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his body forward to balance fully on his forearms. Slowly, his legs began to lever up until they were in the air and rising. Kurt adjusted his balance and raised his legs higher in the air until he was fully diagonal. He breathed through the pose, easily slipping into the meditative state he was able to achieve through yoga. He had found that this helped calm the ache he sometimes got because of his submission.
"Kurt, your body is amazing," he heard Elliot say quietly with awe in his tone.
"Damn Porcelain! You go with your yoga badass self!" Sam cried, coming out of Kurt's bedroom where she'd slept with Dani on Kurt's bed.
Kurt slipped out of position and tumbled forward to the floor, twisting his wrist. He let out a cry of pain and instantly, Elliot was beside him.
"Kurt! Are you alright?" He demanded. He grabbed Kurt's wrist and looked at it.
"I think it's fine, probably just twisted it from the odd position I had it in," Kurt said, his voice strained. He knew Sam was going to feel bad so he downplayed how much it actually hurt.
"Sam, damn it, try to pay attention to things that are going on around you," Elliot lectured, his expression stern.
"Kurt, I am so sorry," Sam said, tears shining in her eyes. "I was just so impressed. I didn't think I was interrupting anything."
"It's alright, Sam, really. I just concentrate hard when I do yoga and I got surprised. No problems, it will feel better soon, I'm sure," Kurt tried to assure her, but both of his friends could hear the pain in his voice.
"Do you have an ice pack?" Elliot asked. When Kurt nodded, Sam rushed off to get it. "How bad does it hurt?" he asked quietly.
Kurt let his pain show in his expression. "Pretty bad. I don't think it's broken or anything. How am I going to sew this week? I'm supposed to be working on my mini line for mid-terms!" He tried not to sound as panicky as he felt.
Elliot manipulated his hand and wrist, satisfied that it was just a strain and nothing was broken or out of joint. "I'll see if your instructor will let me help. I finished my mid-term project already. We'll take you to the medical clinic near school Monday morning and see what she says."
"Good idea," Kurt said.
Elliot grinned and winked. "See? I told you I have great ideas. Come on, let's get you to the couch. I will make you coffee."
"Thank you, Elliot," Kurt said sincerely.
Elliot easily helped Kurt to stand and led him to the couch, his hand on the small of his back, his other hand supporting his wrist. Kurt had to hold himself back from giving a little moan. The feeling of Elliot's hand on his back was hot and supportive. He may be an independent male, but there was something about a guiding hand on his back that made him feel protected and cared for.
Once he was seated, Elliot took the towel covered ice pack from Sam and wrapped it carefully around Kurt's wrist. Dani got up after the commotion woke her and the girls went into the kitchen to start breakfast. Elliot was on coffee duty and after he got it started he came back in to sit with Kurt. He handed Kurt a glass of water and two pain tablets.
"These should help with the pain and swelling," Elliot said, watching to make sure he took them. He couldn't stop his Dom side that demanded he take care of and protect Kurt.
Now that he had it confirmed that Kurt was a sub, he couldn't stop his nature's desire to see to all of Kurt's needs. He had suspected Kurt was a sub, but wondered about it because of Kurt's natural leadership skills, not that those were only seen as Dom traits. It was just that when Kurt spoke, people listened. But seeing the video of that abusive troll asshole, he'd seen his Dom Mark. It had been too dark to see if he had a name, Kurt's name, on his band, so he had no idea if they were soul mates. Probably not, seeing as abusing a sub was abhorrent. It was bad enough if they were just dating. To Elliot, it was impossible to abuse a sub. It went against every single instinct a Dom has. No matter the situation, there would be no excuse or reason to hurt a sub. Especially one as beautiful, kind, talented, hot as Kurt was.
He had felt such guilt when he realized just how much Kurt appealed to him on all levels. Dom, sub, it didn't matter, the attraction was instant. After wrestling with his feelings for weeks, he talked with his grandmother who assured him that Declan would fully support Elliot moving on. How else was he supposed to 'rule the feckin' world' as Declan wanted him to do. Ruling the world would include being able to have feelings for someone. He wasn't ready to jump into a full on relationship, hell, he didn't even know if Kurt was interested in him like that. But he would be very open to dating. And kissing. And licking. And touching. And maybe thrusting into the hot depths of Kurt's ass, listening to the high pitch moans and keens as they filled the air. Stop it, he yelled at himself. It had just been so long and Kurt was so beautiful.
"Elliot? Hello? Did you hear me?" Kurt asked, nudging his shoulder with his own.
Elliot snapped out of his thoughts, willing his body to behave and for his half hard cock to go away. "Sorry, I was thinking and caught up. What did you say?"
"I was wondering if you could go in the bathroom and grab the ace bandage wrap that is in the second drawer. I think it would be good to have it wrapped for support," Kurt said, smiling. Elliot had certainly been caught up in his thoughts. He wondered if the gray eyed man knew he'd been staring at Kurt like he was lunch. "Also, I think the coffee is done and we'd better get some before the girls drink it all."
"Of course! I'll be right back," Elliot said and hurried toward the bathroom.
Kurt grinned to himself, allowing himself a little fist pump as he noticed Elliot pulling his shirt down lower to cover his groin. Please let those thoughts have been of me, he pleaded with the spaghetti monster in the sky.
Before long, Dani and Sam headed out so Dani could meet up with Joseph who'd had to work the night before. Sam was following along on the picnic they'd planned so she could get pictures of them to add to her portfolio.
Kurt and Elliot were on the couch watching one of Kurt's favorite movies, Return to Me. Kurt was sniffling when the main character learned how much she shared with her love interest's late wife. He looked over at Elliot, who snagged a tissue and gently wiped Kurt's face.
"Don't be sad," Elliot said gently. "It's just a movie."
Kurt froze, realizing just how insensitive he was being, watching a movie about a man who lost his soul mate.
"Elliot, I am so sorry! I wasn't even thinking about you and Declan. Here, let's turn this off and watch something light hearted," Kurt said, feeling awful. "I can't believe what an idiot I am."
"Kurt," Elliot said, trying to get his attention. "Kurt, look at me." When the other man continued to berate himself, Elliot took Kurt's chin in his hand and directed him to look at him. "Kurt, it is perfectly fine. I enjoy this movie and it doesn't make me feel sad or anything like that. Don't be so hard on yourself."
Kurt searched his face, trying to see if Elliot was telling the truth or trying to spare his feelings. He finally nodded when he found no shadows in Elliot's beautiful gray eyes. "Okay then," he whispered.
They turned back to the movie and watched the rest, making comments here and there on funny parts and the songs playing. As the credits began to roll, Elliot stood and held out his hand.
"May I have this dance kind sir?" he asked with a smile.
Kurt looked up at him, delighted. "Absolutely!" He stood and Elliot took him into his arms, placing Kurt's hurt wrist on his shoulder and interlocked their fingers on the other hand as he began moving him around the room.
"You're a good dancer," Kurt said, smiling up at him. It was new to dance with someone who was a bit taller than him. It felt nice and right.
"As are you," Elliot replied, returning his smile.
They both began humming along to the song as Elliot led them around the living room and kitchen area. Kurt felt like he was in a movie, dancing with the handsome male character, feeling heat build between them. As the credits came to a close, Elliot easily dipped Kurt backward, supporting his weight with no problem. Bringing him back up until they were face to face, they froze there, arms still around each other.
"Thank you for the dance," Kurt whispered, his eyes moving between Elliot's eyes and his mouth.
"It was my pleasure, I assure you," Elliot murmured back. He took a deep breath. "I'm going to kiss you now."
Kurt mind raced trying to figure out what to do. He was shocked but found no reason or desire to stop him. He simply said, "Okay," and tilted his face up to receive his kiss.
Elliot's heart pounded as their lips lightly brushed against one another. He breathed deeply against him, enjoying the softness of Kurt's full lips. It had been so long since he'd felt warm lips under his. It felt wonderful and so very right.
Kurt gave a small shudder as his body came alive under Elliot's skillful kiss. Elliot nibbled lightly at Kurt's bottom lip before opening his mouth to swipe his tongue along the now puffy flesh. Kurt whimpered as he opened his mouth in invitation. Elliot returned his needy sound with one of his own and slid his tongue into Kurt's mouth, moaning at the feel of their tongues touching.
Massaging Kurt's tongue with his own, Elliot couldn't get over how perfect Kurt's mouth felt against his own. Their lips slotted together like they were made to do just that. Kurt's taste, a mix of sweet warmth from the coffee he'd been drinking and something purely Kurt, made Elliot go hard. Lowering his hands to Kurt's trim waist, he pulled him closer as their mouths moved hungrily against each other.
Elliot left Kurt's mouth, despite Kurt's mewl of protest, in order to kiss along his jaw and over to his ear. A shiver wracked Kurt's body and he tilted his head in invitation. Elliot moved to his ear, licking playfully at his earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.
"I want you," he whispered hotly into his ear. He'd been torn over the decision of what to do but now, with Kurt in his arms, the choice was easy. If Kurt was interested, then Elliot would have him.
Kurt whimpered loudly. "Me too. Oh god yes, I want you."
Elliot kissed him deeply as he reached to take Kurt's hand to lead him to the bedroom when his fingers encountered Kurt's Mark cuff. He slowly pulled away and his eyes moved down to the leather piece and he realized he needed to ask an important question.
"Kurt, I need to ask you something before we continue," Elliot said gently. Kurt's eyes were glazed over, his pupils so dilated with pleasure and need, only a thin ring of blue was visible. "Sweetie, are you listening?"
"Mmhmm," Kurt responded, blinking several times. "What is it?" he wanted to demand that Elliot save the questions for after they had amazing sex.
Elliot held up his arm to show Kurt the cuff. "I need to know if you have a soul mate. I don't think I can get in between that kind of relationship. Not to mention, I know it can be very painful for a person who is intimate with someone other than their soul mate," Elliot said. "We need to be honest with one another."
Kurt swallowed hard. Was he ready to tell his story or did he just want to tell Elliot he wasn't ready and remain only friends. Did he want something with Elliot? Want it enough to tell his deeply buried past? He had intended to never tell everything that had happened. But Elliot was being honorable and he was such a good friend. Kurt knew he could trust him. "Let's go sit down," Kurt said. "I have a story I need to share with you."
Elliot stared into his eyes before nodding. He slotted their fingers together and they went to the couch.
Kurt took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to decide if he wanted to tell his whole story or just part of it. Studying Elliot's open face, he decided he would tell his friend everything. Elliot had shared his painful story, so he knew he could trust him.
"Nobody here knows much about me," he began. Elliot nodded, not letting go of his hand. "I'm going to start at the very beginning of my story. I hope you can be patient with me." He looked at Elliot hopefully.
"Take your time, sweetheart. I'll listen to anything you want to share," Elliot assured him.
Kurt smiled tremulously. "Thank you. So, when I was young, my father and I were completely sure I was a Dom. I'm naturally bossy," he said and chuckled when Elliot smiled and nodded in agreement. "Everything changed when I saw the lock on my arm." He went on, telling Elliot of his struggles to accept who he was, how he was treated at school, and his own denial of his nature by pretending to be a germaphobe. "Then I met Blaine at the coffee shop by my house. We met up every day, talking for hours. One day, Blaine reached over because I had whipped cream on my face from my coffee. That was the day everything changed." Kurt went over how he ran from Blaine and Elliot laughed when he told him about jumping out the window onto the top of the Navigator just to get away. He talked about the move to Dalton, how Blaine had a book with rules and consequences in it.
Elliot's face was expressive and it was very apparent that he was not impressed with Blaine at all. When Kurt got to the part of the story when Blaine used the Dom order to demand a kiss, his face went dark with anger.
"He didn't," Elliot tried to deny.
"He did," Kurt said with a nod. He went on to confess his own shortcomings when it came to Sebastian, the Joining and the kiss and how much it had hurt. Elliot just listened, his fingers tracing designs on the back of Kurt's hand. The subsequent Joining with Blaine and making up for what he did seemed to meet with Elliot's approval. Kurt quickly got through the memory of Sebastian kidnapping him, though Elliot didn't seem as willing to dismiss it.
"Did you… Did he hurt you?" Elliot demanded, his face stiff.
"No, I was okay. I had bruising and sore muscles, but physically I was fine. I had nightmares for a long time, but eventually it was okay. Life after that was good, we got along and seemed to be in a good place. Then came the college talks," Kurt said, sighing deeply. He didn't know how taxing it would be to go over his story.
"Do you want to stop for now? I don't want you hurting, doux une," Elliot said comfortingly.
Kurt smiled at him, a thrill racing through him at Elliot calling him 'sweet one'. "We're nearing the end. I'd rather get it all out now if you don't mind listening some more."
Elliot squeezed his hand. "I could listen to you forever," he said with a warm smile.
"Thank you. Anyway, we were so busy during college application time, we didn't discuss things as we should. As it turned out, when we met he had told me that he wanted to go to NYU, which was a lie and was simply to give us something in common. He was actually determined to go to UCLA for pre-med. I was fine with that. I was eager to go to Parsons. We were fully Claimed and I figured our bond was so strong we'd be perfectly fine being away from each other. I was wrong," Kurt said, shaking his head. He went into the college arguments, the order to not fight it, and how Kurt found a loop hole. Cosette appeared at his feet just then and tried to climb up his leg. With a pain filled squeak at her sharp claws, Kurt pulled her up and she settled right into his lap.
"Smart thinking. Very clever," Elliot said admiringly.
Kurt went on about packing and his plan to get out of Ohio. Elliot was impressed, asking questions and saying how grateful he was that Kurt had had Jeff, Nick and his dad on his side.
"Then one afternoon we had a disagreement." Kurt must have sounded disgusted because Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Throughout our relationship, he knew how much I despised being called a 'good boy'. I opened our bond and let him feel exactly how I felt about it, how it was demeaning and belittling, how it was like being equated to a dog. I hated it. He knew it, but that day he said it to me anyway. I know plenty of subs appreciate and like to be called that. But people say that to their dogs. Why would I want to be called that?" Kurt said, still frustrated by the whole thing. "He knew but he kept doing it!"
Elliot nodded. "I can see how you would feel that way. I never called Declan a good boy. He was three years older than me and it just seemed to be something you would say to someone younger than you. It just didn't feel right. It's the type of thing where you say 'to each their own'. If you had told him over and over that you didn't like it and didn't get the feeling of praise that you should have felt, then it should have never been brought up again. Simple as that. What happened after that?" Elliot never stopped touching Kurt, though his fingers were now trailing across his hand and up his wrist. It was calming and soothing and Kurt was grateful for the comfort.
Kurt began talking about the letter, how Blaine had been drinking prior to bringing in the letter. Then he told him about the Dom order that ended up with Kurt falling and hitting his head on the coffee table.
Elliot's face hardened and his eyes went cold. "Continue," he demanded his hand freezing on Kurt's forearm.
Kurt could tell the anger was aimed at Blaine, so he tried to not feel threatened. "He, um, was yelling and yelling. He slapped me around and called me a faithless whore, that I was useless. Then he decided that maybe if he beat me, he could make me obedient and loyal. He took a wooden kitchen spoon and started hitting me. I couldn't scream because I was still under the order to stay silent," he said, tears sliding down his cheeks.
"Kurt, doux une, you don't have to continue," Elliot said, regretting that he told him to keep going and half hoping he would quit. He couldn't stand seeing his strong, beautiful friend look so beaten down. He could tell the man had been through hell with that asshole. He just wanted to take him into his arms and hold him until he didn't hurt anymore. He also wanted to take Blaine and beat the motherfucker silly until he was unable to scream. To rage and rail at the spineless, pathetic example of humanity, much less a Dom.
"I'm almost done, I promise," Kurt said with a weak smile. He was surprised how much it was taking out of him to tell his story. "Anyway, I don't know how long he hit me or how many times. I just remember wondering if it would ever end. Finally, for some reason that I don't know, I was suddenly able to scream. I kept screaming, over and over as loud as I could. The door slammed open and Blaine was pulled off of me by our friends. Jeff, my best friend, took me to his dorm. After that, the cops came, but Blaine was quickly released. According to some ancient Ohio law, that letter proved I had been unfaithful. It allowed corporal punishment as long as it didn't cause permanent damage. I guess welts and a swollen, purple and black bruise from my mid back to the backs of my knees didn't qualify as permanent," Kurt said, his tone cynical. "I couldn't sit comfortably for weeks, walking was hell. Every movement seemed to pull or put pressure on the bruises. It was awful."
"Jesus, Kurt, I am so sorry you were hurt so bad. Please tell me this is when you got away," Elliot pleaded. The vision in his head of Kurt's fine white skin colored with disgusting bruises brought out the protective Dom side that he was usually able to ignore. He called it his caveman side. Right now, he wanted to gather Kurt in his arms to protect him and then go and shoot Blaine in the head for raising a hand to another person. Especially one as sweet, real, and beautiful as Kurt.
"Yeah, well it was couple more weeks. I ended up going back to our dorm. I enjoyed the guilt he was suffering. Call me a bitch, but I did," Kurt said with a cold smile.
"Good, I'm glad. He deserved every miserable moment," Elliot agreed.
He talked about finding the collar catalog in Blaine's drawer, the plan for the 'getaway' car, aided by Jeff, Nick, and his Dad, then all about the checks at graduation. When he mentioned the large check from Blaine's grandparents, Elliot laughed his ass off. He said it was the least they could do for helping raise a douchebag.
"Finally, the day came. Blaine left, I'm pretty sure it was to get a collar. I left. Just like that. It was over. Then, when I was on the road, I felt a horrible pain in my Mark. I looked and there was a jagged crack through it," Kurt said and pulled his cuff off. It was the first time it was bared to someone since he moved to New York. Elliot touched it curiously. "It was completely ripped open, two different pieces. Since then, I couldn't feel him anymore. We were still sharing energy, but that's as far as it went."
"What happened here then? It looks more like a scar than two different pieces," Elliot said, lightly tracing the jagged scar. "And how is your lock open if you have a soul mate?"
"I'm not sure. Yesterday after I came home and showered, I noticed a weird sensation and then I looked down to see this. I'm not sure what any of it means. I'm like ninety nine percent sure that the scar means Blaine and I have no more connection at all. I don't feel any sort of energy exchange anymore either. As for the open padlock? I have no idea. I did some research and having a broken Mark and a broken connection is practically unheard of. Add to that the fact that the Mark has almost been reversed, I am clueless. Any ideas?" Kurt asked hopefully, though he knew it was a long shot.
"Not really. I have a small theory, but I think I'll do some research on my own before I share it. I have a couple of friends at NYU who might have some ideas, too. Is it okay if I share some basic details? Nothing specific, no names, just the abuse and the results on your Mark," Elliot had a determined look on his face.
Kurt couldn't believe how much of a relief it was to have someone to talk to about this. Someone to help him and make it so he didn't feel so damn alone in all of this.
"Absolutely. Share what you need to. We can even take some pictures of my Mark if you want. That might be helpful," Kurt offered.
"That is a great idea," Elliot agreed and pulled out his phone.
"See, I can have great ideas too," Kurt teased as Elliot snapped several pictures.
"Yes, you can. I have a better idea, though. Wanna hear it?" Elliot asked, his eyes twinkling playfully as he put his phone away.
"I suppose. Astound me, oh wonderful idea man," Kurt giggled.
"I purpose we pick up where we were before the whole Mark thing. I am dying to kiss you again," Elliot said, his voice full of passion.
"Excellent idea, Starchild," was all Kurt could get out before Elliot's mouth was on his. "Wait, wait," Kurt said, pulling away.
"What is it?" Elliot asked, looking at him in concern.
"You don't mind? About the fact that I have or had a soul mate? The fact that the whole thing is up in the air and unknown?" Kurt had to know. He didn't want Elliot to regret whatever became of them.
Elliot ran his fingers down Kurt's cheek. "As far as we can tell, you don't have a soul mate anymore. You have no more emotional or physical attachment to him anymore, right?"
Kurt nodded. "Right."
"Well, we will just go with the idea that you have no soul mate. I'm single, you are single and answerable to yourself alone. You get to choose what you do. Do you choose to kiss me?" Elliot asked, teasing.
"Yes, I do," Kurt said, leaning back toward him.
The taller man pushed him back gently until he was laying down on the couch with Elliot hovering over him. He attacked his mouth like a starving man, licking his lips and into his mouth when Kurt moaned. Their tongues massaged one another, memorizing the taste and texture of each other. Kurt cried out in protest when Elliot's talented mouth left his to find his way across his jaw and down his long, pale neck.
"I love the way you smell. Sweet spices and delicious man," Elliot murmured against his skin, nuzzling his nose in to get more of his scent.
"Fuck," Kurt whimpered. That was the extent of his brain power at the moment.
"Doux une, can I take your shirt off? I need more of you," Elliot asked, nibbling along his collar bone.
"Only if you do the same," Kurt muttered. "I've wanted to see you since we met."
"Damn, that's hot," Elliot said before kissing him again, passion pushing them and the kiss, though sloppy, was hot and erotic.
"Let's move into the bedroom, shall we? There's more room," Kurt offered. He wanted to be skin to skin with Elliot, which required room.
"Absolutely," Elliot said. He stood and reached out his hand, gently pulling Kurt up.
Instead of walking to the bedroom, Elliot pulled off Kurt's shirt, being careful of his wrist. Kurt whimpered at the way Elliot's eyes seemed to darken more than they already were.
"Holy shit, look at you," Elliot moaned. "Perfection. How do you have such perfect, beautiful skin?" He didn't seem to expect an answer as he traced his hands up and down Kurt's sides. During one pass, he flicked his nails across Kurt's nipples.
Kurt whimpered loudly, his hands grabbing at Elliot's forearms. "Again, please," he begged.
Elliot let out a low growl deep in his throat and flicked his nipples again. He got another delicious sound from Kurt and continued to do it as he leaned in a kissed Kurt with all he had. He broke away for a moment to strip off his own shirt. Immediately he wrapped his arms around Kurt so their skin touched from neck to waist.
They both cried out at the deluge of pleasure racing through their blood. Running his hands over the V at Elliot's hips, Kurt couldn't contain his quiet whimpering. "Please, Elliot, take me to bed."
Elliot groaned. "Yes, doux une. I know it has been a while for both of us. If you want or need to stop at any time, just say so, okay. We are both in control of what we do. Now, come with me, I can't wait any longer. Let me love your body until you come crying my name."
Kurt appreciated his words and his care more than he could express. Then Elliot's final words broke into his lust filled haze. He let out a low cry at the erotic words. "Yes. Go now," he agreed. They went to the room and within seconds, they were nude and took a moment to look at each other, practically panting with need. Quickly, they walked toward the bed, eager to get back in each other's arms.
To Be Continued.
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This ended up being a good sized chapter! How'd you like the ending? Will Kelliot be endgame? Will Klaine? Will Blaine and Elliot fight over Kurt? Does Kurt still love Blaine deep down? Is he close to Elliot just because he misses Blaine's place in his life? So many questions that will all be answered… eventually. ; )