The Escort

Chapter Eight

By Kurtofsky4eva

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Summary: Kurt Hummel is the highest-paid escort at Arena, New York's elite agency that provides the very best. He is sought-after by both men and women and no one knows what his real preference is. Story includes cross-dressing, role-play and light BDSM.

Disclaimer: I have no claim on any of the recognizable characters. The OCs belong to me, and they better remember that.

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The phone rang and Kurt stared at it blankly. His doorman's voice was reassuring until he heard the words, "A gentleman says he has to see you."

Kurt gaped stupidly at the phone. It was only 10:30 and he very rarely had visitors in the morning. He asked the doorman for the 'gentleman's name.

"He says it's Puckerman, sir."

Kurt felt the blood rushing from his brain and he sat down abruptly. When he heard the doorman's repeated, "Sir, sir?" he snapped out of it and spoke slowly.

"Uhm, thank you, Carlton; could you send him up, please?"

Kurt stared outside as he hung up the phone slowly. Noah was here; but how_ when? It slowly dawned on him that the stubborn man must have got a flight from L.A. immediately after Kurt had hung up on him.

He sat there and didn't move until he heard his doorbell and then he dragged himself tiredly to answer it. He flung the door open and stared at Noah, taking in the other man's haggard appearance. He looked down at the bag in his hand and then back up into the dark, pleading eyes.

"Come in," he said tersely as he stepped back, shutting the door abruptly as Noah shuffled inside. "I have some coffee left. Have you eaten as yet?"

He turned as Noah didn't answer but he saw his nod and he headed for his well-appointed kitchen, muttering to himself as he went. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Noah moved over to his French windows to stare outside. They said nothing; Kurt simply fixed a sandwich, got the coffee and brought them over to the coffee table.

When he set them down he looked at Noah's rigid back. "I'm going to get dressed. Come and eat," and he marched off to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door before he slumped against it.

Outside, Noah turned slowly and looked at the sandwich and coffee. He was so tired but he was also hungry. He took a seat and a sip of the hot beverage, feeling his body relax and he sighed. He knew Kurt was probably furious with him but he felt as if he had to come; he had to see him, if only for a little while.

By the time Kurt came back out, dressed in the most casual clothes Noah had seen him in recently, Noah had finished the food and felt marginally better. He took a quick look at Kurt's implacable face and stared back down into the coffee mug.

"You can have a shower if you want to… in fact, I strongly suggest it." Kurt's voice was soft but there was a steely undertone and Noah knew if he wanted a chance, he would do whatever Kurt said.

"Mmm, okay, thanks," he said now, his voice hoarse and he kept his eyes down as he retrieved his bag and moved past Kurt into the bedroom. He didn't close the door but moved straight towards the en suite, trying his best not to stare at Kurt's bed.

Was this where he entertained his 'clients' or did he go to their place, Noah thought, wincing at himself as the thoughts came unexpectedly. He didn't want to think of Kurt's profession; he never wanted to think of Kurt doing what he no doubt did so well. His heart couldn't take it.

He went into the bathroom, shed his travel-stained clothes quickly and stepped into the huge, glass-enclosed shower. He'd remembered to take his products with him into the shower because there was no way in hell he was going to come out smelling like Kurt. His libido couldn't handle it.

Out in the living room, Kurt cleared away Noah's breakfast things and occupied himself with washing them, his mind in a whirl at the thought of the man in his shower. If anyone happened upon them now, the intimacy would seem self-explanatory. Yet, this was far from being the romantic, morning after that it parodied.

He put away the things after he'd dried them and went over to his secretaire, going through his appointment book in a bid to keep his mind from wandering to Noah in his bathroom. The man had only gotten better looking over the years and Kurt was not immune, much as he wished it were so.

Finally, he heard the bathroom door open and he hurried to stand in front of the French windows, trying to act more casually than he felt. He turned to look over his shoulder when Noah came out of his bedroom and wished he hadn't.

Noah had dressed hurriedly, barely drying himself and now Kurt could see the tee shirt clinging to damp spots on the muscled torso. He spun back around to look down at the bustling city and cursed himself for being susceptible to Noah's looks. Damn, that man is fine! the voice in his head taunted. Shut the fuck up, he retorted.

"Uhm, thanks, Kurt, the shower really helped," Noah murmured now as he stood uncertainly in the middle of the living room. Kurt, after that one glimpse, refused to turn around and Noah was beginning to feel his spirits dip again as he watched him.

"You're welcome, I suppose," Kurt muttered and then he said, more loudly, "Are you going to tell me what this is about? After I told you we had nothing to say – you clearly decided not to listen to me…"

Noah sat on the couch and rubbed both hands through his damp hair. Kurt had a right to be pissed with him. Now that he was here, he couldn't imagine what the hell he'd been thinking.

"Look," he began but paused as he really didn't know what to say. "I… uhm, I don't know what I was thinking," he admitted, his voice soft and husky.

Kurt felt an unbidden twinge of sympathy for him; he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Noah so tormented. He hated to think he was the cause of it – and yet his heart wanted to believe that he was the cause of it.

He moved over to sit in the armchair nearest the couch and he stared at the bent head, biting his lips as he repressed the urge to touch him, to comfort him. "Noah, what do you want from me? I've said I've forgiven you. What else is there?"

When Noah didn't reply immediately he sighed and continued. "I'm sorry for what I said the last time… it was wrong."

They sat in silence for a few minutes and then Noah raised his head to look at him, a soft smile pulling at his full lips. Instead of speaking, though, he reached over and took one of Kurt's soft hands into his, playing with his fingers as he looked down at them.

"You had a right to be angry with me, I know. I don't hold it against you…" he smiled, still looking at their hands together. The contrast of their skin tones was intriguing; in fact, ever since he'd met Kurt, all those years back in school, Kurt's looks had fascinated him. He hadn't been attracted to him from way back then; he just hadn't known anyone else who looked quite like the pixie-looking kid who wore funny clothes.

"You're beautiful, you know."

The four words dropped into the silence and just laid there, neither man looking at the other as the vibration of the sounds of the words rippled to the corners of the room. The moment was surreal and finally, Kurt took a deep breath and asked, "Why?"

Noah's head came up and a slight furrow appeared between his dark brows. His lips quirked as he stared at Kurt before replying, "Damn, you're a real challenge, y'know?" When Kurt simply raised an eyebrow at him and waited silently, Noah continued, shaking his head.

"Most people would just say, 'thank you' but you ask 'why'…" he grinned and something seemed to relax around his eyes as he stared at Kurt, taking in every feature. He still held his hand but had stopped playing with the fingers; Kurt hadn't seemed to realize that Noah still had his hand in his.

Noah's voice softened as he looked back at the hand. "I remember when I first saw you; I didn't know what you were." He felt Kurt trying to withdraw his hand but he held it firmly. "I asked my mom about pixies; she laughed and said they weren't real and I told her that there was a kid at school who looked like the pixies in the storybooks."

Kurt rolled his eyes and huffed slightly, unwillingly amused by Noah's tale. "Okay, I know, pointed ears, pointed nose – at least you're original and didn't say elf."

Noah chuckled and squinted at him with a smirk before admitting, "Well, that was my second choice, but she shot that one down, too. When I told her your name, though, she remembered you… your mom, actually."

Kurt succeeded in pulling his hand away and he looked off, out towards the balcony and the outlines of the city's skyline in the distance. His mom used to be a touchy subject with him when he was little; he was much older now and the pain had receded. Still, it brought back unwelcome feelings with Noah sitting here, reminiscing about their early days.

"Yeah, not many people remembered my mom. She died when I was eight…" He bit his lip as he glanced back at Noah. "Is your mom… is she okay?"

Noah nodded and smiled softly. "Yeah, she's not too happy with the graphic stuff in my books, though. I think she read the first one, freaked out and now refuses to even look at the covers of the others."

They laughed together and Kurt realized they had that in common; their parents didn't really approve of what they did, though they were happy that they were successful. It must be a thing with parents, he thought as he subconsciously relaxed in the lightened atmosphere.

Noah suddenly turned towards Kurt, startling him slightly but all he said was, "I would like to kiss you."

What the_? Where the fuck had that come from?!

Kurt stared at Noah as if he'd said he was visiting from the Betelgeuse system, his blue-green eyes wide and his jaw dropped. His mouth wasn't exactly hanging open but it was a near thing. "Wh-what?" His stutter just had to return but he was too confused to even care.

Noah dropped his head and sighed. "God, Kurt, I don't know what it is; when I'm around you I turn into the biggest idiot!"

Kurt inched away from him warily; he would never admit, even on pain of death, that his heart had leapt when Noah had uttered those nonsensical words. There was no way that he and Noah could even go down that road without one or both of them getting hurt. He cleared his throat, tried to calm his breathing and then spoke calmly.

"Noah, how do you go from talking about our parents to – I would like to kiss you!" By the time he'd finished he was a lot louder than he'd started. Although his voice had deepened slightly over the years, right now he sounded just as he did in high school. He'd also got to his feet, a fact he didn't realize until Noah was standing almost toe-to-toe in front of him.

"Kurt, chill! I don't know why I said that; I really don't!"

They stared at each other and everything would probably have resolved itself sensibly if Noah's eyes hadn't dropped to Kurt's parted lips. Maybe if Kurt hadn't licked them just then, he could have escaped.

As it was, Noah drew a ragged breath and surged forward, his hands sliding around Kurt's waist, his hands scorching a path on Kurt's skin as he dragged him towards him.

"Noah, don't!"

The rest of what he would have said was lost as firm, full lips descended on his and Kurt's hands came up to shove Noah away. Well, that was the intention. Kurt would later blame it on his sleepless night and Noah's confusion but his hands slid their way up the really firm chest and found themselves tangled in the hair at his nape.

He opened for Noah's insistent tongue and the other man swallowed his soft moan greedily. Noah's hardening cock pressed into Kurt's lower belly and another sound, this one needier, escaped Kurt.

Noah explored Kurt's mouth and Lewis and Clark had nothing on him in that department. Every inch of Kurt's mouth was tasted, savored and catalogued. Noah's hands alternately slipped up under Kurt's loose shirt and then down over his amazing, jeans-clad ass. When his hands tightened on the firm butt, he pulled Kurt closer, grinding his cock into the other man and groaning raggedly.

Kurt tore his mouth away to breathe, his eyes almost blind with passion as his head tipped back on the long stem of his neck. Noah, ever the opportunist, went with it and nibbled and sucked on the pale, throbbing throat. Kurt was so beautiful, every part of him was beautiful to Noah and he, unaware that he was muttering the word over and over, only wanted to glut himself in it.

"So beautiful…" The words finally penetrated the sexual haze that had fallen over Kurt and he became aware of what they were doing. He breathed hard, finally managing to do what he had intended in the first place, and eased Noah gently away from him. He ignored the pout on the lust-filled face and took a step back, raising a shaky hand to smooth his hair from his forehead.

Kurt turned away from the sight of Noah, standing there all dark and sexy and hard and he gazed out at the city as he caught his breath. Finally, when he was able, he turned to look at the other man.

He raised a hand as Noah moved toward him, stopping him in his tracks. "No, please." He breathed deeply before looking at him with pleading eyes. "Noah, you can't do this to me. You're not gay – you're not even bi… I don't think you've ever been with another man, have you?"

Noah tried to hold his gaze, to be firm and assuring but his eyes fell and he stared at the floor. He shoved his hands into his pockets and then sighed deeply.

"Kurt, I've never felt this way for anyone – male or female. Don't you get it?"

Kurt stared at him, wanting to believe him but fearing for his heart. He steeled himself, willing his high color to subside and said as firmly as he could, "Noah, you know nothing about me – about what I do." He took a shuddering breath and looked away from the dark, beautiful eyes looking at him so longingly. He walked over to stand by the French windows.

"Noah, you want a fairytale ending to this… this attraction… and it can't happen. Life doesn't work that way."

He blinked rapidly and turned his face away as he felt Noah come up behind him. They stood there for maybe seconds, it could have been minutes but, all too soon, Kurt felt a warm, strong hand land on his shoulder, pulling him around.

He looked up at Noah, taking in the way the sunlight brightened his always tanned skin and threw specks of green into prominence in his brown eyes. The lashes were thick, unexpectedly shiny, and Kurt knew he was in trouble… deep trouble. Noah's face was so etched on his mind that Kurt could even recognize that that tiny scar beside his right eyebrow had not been there eight years before.

Noah smiled at the way Kurt was drinking him in. His lips might be saying all the sensible words but his eyes were saying something different. Kurt had feelings for him, deeper than even he had thought possible but he would have to tread carefully. If it was one thing he knew about Kurt from even way back when, it was that he was impossibly stubborn. Noah knew, though, that he would move heaven and earth to get Kurt to trust him and his feelings. Kurt guarded his heart like a dragon its egg and he remembered enough about Harry Potter's adventures to know that one needed guts and determination to take on a mother dragon.

He smiled now at his fanciful thoughts and he watched as Kurt's pupils dilated. Next he knew he was devouring Kurt's mouth, pushing the slimmer man against the wall beside the French window and sliding a knee between his legs. Kurt wasn't hard, not yet, but the way Noah's body ground into his, it was a foregone conclusion.

Kurt moaned and gave in to the onslaught, his legs widening automatically as Noah surged against him. Oh god, he feels so good, Kurt's mind gibbered and then gave up the struggle. He couldn't think, only feel, and he kissed Noah back, giving him everything … and more.

Things would have continued on to its inevitable, sticky conclusion if the phone hadn't rung… and rung… and rung… until the answering machine clicked on. Their minds barely registered the sound of Kurt's sensual voice saying the standard words about messages and recordings until…

"Ah, mon cher, I was hoping you'd answer. I can't wait to pick you up tomorrow night; make yourself extra beautiful… I want you to meet someone special. Être bien, mon bien-aimé!

If cold water had been thrown over them, the mood could not have cooled any faster. Kurt stared as shutters seemed to fall over Noah's face and his heart fell as well. Kurt straightened away from him, surreptitiously adjusted himself in his jeans as Noah turned away and sighed.

"Well," he said now as he moved past Noah to the kitchen. "That takes care of that."

Noah stared at his retreating back, his mind and body still struggling to deal with its aborted mission. He was still hard but he was beginning to get angry; he was also pissed off with himself for getting angry. He had no right to be upset; he knew what Kurt's job was. Kurt had been remarkably blunt and upfront about everything. He rubbed his hands through his hair and sat again on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Finally he looked up at the sound of Kurt banging about in the kitchen.

Kurt was furious with himself for getting carried away with Noah, forgetting the words he himself had just spoken. This was no goddamn fairytale; there was no happily ever after for them. No matter what happened, he and Noah were not a good fit. Despite his past as a teenage man whore, Noah would never be able to deal with Kurt's current lifestyle. Even if he gave it up so they could be together, the first time they had a quarrel it would be thrown up at him. Oh, yes, Kurt knew just how people thought, even when their lips – and sometimes cocks – said something else.

"Look, Kurt, I_"

"No, don't say a damn word, Noah! Not now… When you're ready, you can le-eave." Kurt was horrified as his voice broke on the last word.

Noah leapt to his feet, reaching Kurt's side so swiftly it almost startled Kurt. Still, Noah was nervous about touching Kurt when he was angry. He had to do something though so he went to the refrigerator, opened the door and looked for what he needed. He grabbed the wine bottle, barely looking at the label and then searched through cupboards until he found the wine glasses. He poured two glasses for himself and Kurt and then held his out to him.

Kurt had turned away so Noah wouldn't see his tears so, of course, he didn't see the proffered wine glass. When Noah's arms suddenly went around him, Kurt shuddered, not in passion this time but because the tears just erupted from him.

Noah held him and soothed him as he would a child; although his body thrilled to the nearness of Kurt's, Kurt's distress was the only thing that registered in his mind. Finally, with one last sniff, Kurt straightened away from him, saw the wineglass and took it up. After swallowing a hefty amount, Kurt turned to glare at Noah from pink-rimmed eyes.

"I hate that you can do this to me…"

"Kurt…" but he was stopped by Kurt's imperious hand and a glare that could strip paint.

"No, it's not really your fault, I know." Kurt bit his lips, folded his arm and dangled the wine glass from one hand before lifting it to sip the cold wine. In fact, he drained the glass and poured himself some more before moving from the kitchen to the living room. He stopped beside the table with the phone on it and stared at it.

Noah followed more slowly and when Kurt stopped by the phone, Noah looked at it, too. Right now the phone was the unfortunate symbol of all that was wrong with their situation. The message that had just been left embodied everything that Noah was going to have to fight against… if he really wanted Kurt.

Did he really want Kurt? That was the thing. Did he really want … or could he handle all that it meant to become Kurt's lover? That was what was swirling in the air between them right now. He had no doubt that that was what Kurt was thinking about… and probably coming to the conclusion that Noah would bail on him.

Suddenly, Noah moved past Kurt, took his wine glass and put it on the table along with his. He took Kurt's hands in his and stared into the wide blue eyes seriously.

"It's my turn to speak now and you're going to listen." He saw the storm gathering in Kurt's blue eyes and watched the pout beginning to form on the tempting lips. Noah smiled unexpectedly and when Kurt looked at him in surprise, he chuckled.

"You have no idea how fuckable you are when you pout, do you?" He grinned when Kurt frowned as color brightened his fair cheeks. "Anyway, as I was about to tell you: I don't care what hurdles you want me to jump over; I don't care how you handle your 'business', I want you."

Kurt's eyes widened and hope, that bitch, took up residence in his heart again. Still, he hesitated, his practical mind warring with his rapidly beating heart. He didn't get to voice his doubts yet, though, because Noah continued, moving closer so that his warm breath wafted over Kurt's lips.

"You are worth fighting for, Kurt, I know that. I have always known that but until I got my head on right, I couldn't see that. Earlier I said you were beautiful; I meant that in every way. Your spirit is as beautiful as your outside. You are talented – far more than this stupid society realizes – and you are so much more than your 'profession'."

Kurt breathed deeply, feeling the stupid tears prickling again and he nodded as Noah paused.

Noah continued, his eyes roving slowly over the flustered man before him. "I don't know how the logistics are going to work, with you here and me back home but we will make it work. I want to make it work… Do you?"

Kurt was startled by the sudden question; he had almost lapsed into a trance at the steady, passionate cadence of Noah's voice and the question jerked him to attention. He frowned.

"Do I what_? Want you? Want to make this work?"

Noah nodded, hope in his eyes and warming his face. He held his breath as Kurt stared at him.

Kurt's walls had been crumbling bit by bit, ever since the phone call in the early hours of the morning. They had swayed, dust falling from the crumbling masonry when Noah had turned up looking so wretched only hours later. Now they lay, shattered at his feet and he stood on the rubble, gathering all his courage around him before he answered.

"Yes, yes, Noah, I want this… I want you."

For seconds Noah stood there like a fool, staring at Kurt and it was only when he saw the soft smile growing in the most beautiful blue eyes that he released the breath he had been holding. He yanked Kurt to him in a bear hug, ignoring the little 'eep' that escaped the other man and kissed his face over and over.

"Thank you, thank you, Kurt; you won't regret it, thank you!"

Kurt's laughter was soft and breathy as his arms went around Noah's waist to hold him tightly. He felt Noah still pressing kisses to his thick hair and he chuckled louder at his silliness.

God help him if he breaks my heart again, Kurt thought but without much heat as he held on to him.

For his part, Noah felt as if a weight he'd been carrying for eight years had been suddenly lifted and he could breathe properly for the first time. For the first time, too, he had a boyfriend… and wasn't that a kick in the pants?

He laughed at himself as his body quickened at the thought of Kurt as his boyfriend. He had not looked at any man over all those years simply because they weren't Kurt. He didn't think he would tell Kurt this, though, because he would become really big-headed, he just knew it.

When they finally pulled back to smile somewhat shyly at each other, Kurt knew it really was time to pull out from under the shadow of that eight-year-old incident. He had forgiven Noah and from the way Noah was looking at him, he would spend the next however long they had, making it up to him.

Kurt's future had so many possible branches opening up ahead of him and as he pulled Noah towards the couch, he knew he would tell him about his conversation with Henri and later the one with his future business partner, his current manager.

Maybe Noah wouldn't have to struggle with Kurt's current 'profession'. If they planned things right, Noah just might relocate to New York; after all, he could write anywhere and if the movie people continued devouring his books the way they had, everything should work out.

In less than a month, Kurt had lifted the burden of an old hurt and found a gorgeous lover in the bargain. He was not naïve enough to think there wouldn't be bumps along the road. Heck, he and Noah were both headstrong, passionate men. They had love, though, and he promised himself that he would never push Noah away again, no matter how volcanic things became.

Life was so very unpredictable… but so was love.

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A/N: Epilogue to come - and I hope you all enjoyed my little story.