The Escort

Chapter Nine - Epilogue

By Kurtofsky4eva

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. COMPLETE.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed this story and took the time to review and PM me. I appreciated all of the feedback, even the ones that expressed surprise at Kurt's 'profession'. It was written all in good fun and I know many of you enjoyed it. Thanks. J.

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

TWO MONTHS LATER:

"Don't move… don't… move!"

Sweat streamed down his face, his eyes scrunched closed and his mouth hung open as he tried to pull enough air into his lungs. God, Kurt felt so good, so tight around him!

Kurt, his chest rising and falling rapidly and flushed to his hairline, stared down avidly at the gorgeous man whose cock he was riding. His eyelids fluttered as he sat still, not moving as instructed and then he smirked wickedly. Clenching interior muscles, he let out a burble of laughter as his lover groaned and threw back his head.

"Kurt! I said…" but Kurt cut him off. "I didn't move, did I!" and laughed again in that throaty way that always went straight to Noah's groin.

Large hands gripped Kurt's sweet hips tightly and Noah gritted his teeth as he raised his head to glare at his smirking lover.

"If you don't want this to be over too soon, you'll behave!"

Kurt pouted… and then lifted up so that Noah slid out of him almost all the way. He watched as his lover's eyes widened in panic… and then grinned as he slammed down on him again.

"Kurt, oh Jesus! Ugh, are you trying to kill me?!"

Kurt didn't answer but he did that circling thing with his hips, his strong thigh muscles bunching and releasing, making Noah pant as the sensations ripped through him.

After that, Kurt got down to the business of riding his lover to a mind-blowing, back-straining climax, their voices going hoarse and their hands clenching together almost painfully.

Kurt finally slumped forward onto Noah, heedless of the sticky mess between them as usual and winced as Noah's spent cock slipped from him. He shuddered through the feeling and then placed a drowsy, sated kiss against Noah's slack mouth.

Noah ran his hands through Kurt's thick, damp hair and gazed up at the ceiling, his breathing gradually slowing as their bodies calmed.

Kurt shifted after a minute or so, tilting his head up to gaze into Noah's half-lidded eyes. "You know we're going to be glued together if we don't move soon, right?"

Noah smirked at him, one eyebrow rising puckishly. "But we're already stuck with each other, aren't we, babe?"

Kurt gaped at him in disbelief and then slapped him quick and sharp on one tight bicep.

"Ow, what was that for?" Noah leaned away slightly and pouted at Kurt.

Kurt smirked at him before settling his head back onto his chest. "That was for the truly awful pun you just made, Mr. Big-time Author!"

His head bounced as Noah chuckled. "Yeah, well, I hadn't used it before and it seemed to fit, didn't it."

Kurt murmured something that Noah didn't quite catch but he knew it was something sarcastic.

He and Kurt had settled into a domestic routine that, years before, Noah would have thought would bore him silly. Things had been the kind of normal that made Noah's heart feel full… and he couldn't think of anything more that he wanted.

He had everything he could ever need in Kurt and his writing. Living with Kurt was an eye-opener because he'd thought that life was good before. Now Kurt added an extra layer, a zing to his life that he hadn't even realized was missing.

He had surprised himself by even being cool about Kurt's 'profession'. That's not to say he wasn't glad when Kurt told him about what his manager had suggested. 'Retiring' and going into business was a great move but Noah was smart enough not to say that. Kurt was as touchy as he remembered him from school and Noah knew that if he'd commented one way or another, Kurt would have taken it as a criticism.

Kurt was gorgeous and sexy and brilliant and Noah was just happy that he'd forgiven him his youthful stupidity. He couldn't help but imagine Kurt with nameless, faceless individuals at times but he never let it screw with his head. He had Kurt in his life and in his bed and he knew he was the luckiest guy on the planet.

He planned to spend every day that he could, making up for being such a dick all those years ago. Thankful that Kurt was such a generous, loving individual, Noah did everything he could think of to show Kurt he was a different person. He was no longer Puck, really; over the years he had grown into Noah and he was proud of his achievement.

He had also continued writing the special novel that he'd started; he'd yet to tell Kurt what it was about. He wanted it to be a surprise and the dedication in the front of it would definitely do that. He couldn't wait to see Kurt's expression when he read it.

He hadn't come up with a title for it as yet but it was basically a novelization of his and Kurt's life. It was a huge departure from his usual fare and he wondered briefly how his fans would take it. He didn't really care if it never made any money; it was something he wanted to do for Kurt and that was all that mattered.

It served a secondary purpose, too. For years he had been writing the popular stories that fans just gobbled up and movie studios fought like dogs over for the rights to film. He had always wondered if he had another type of book in him and when this whole thing with Kurt popped up, he took it as the chance to try and write something different.

Kurt Hummel was everything and more that Noah could want or need and now, as he tugged gently on the thick strands of hair, some of which was tickling his nose, he breathed deeply and then sighed.

Kurt raised his head again and looked at Noah. "What's up? You're quiet."

Noah smiled back and then, slipping his arms around him, pulled Kurt up a bit so that he could kiss him deeply. He felt Kurt hum into the kiss and then they pulled apart, smiling.

Pushing back the hank of hair that had flipped forward onto Kurt's broad, pale forehead, Noah answered, "I've been thinking… about us."

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, what about us?"

Noah paused and then shrugged. "Well, just that we can go through life not realizing that something was missing … and then you have it … and afterward you can't imagine how you ever managed before."

Kurt stared at Noah, slightly stunned. His blue eyes gleamed and then he leaned up and placed a soft kiss against Noah's smiling mouth.

"I know just what you mean, babe. We could have gone on with our separate lives and never realized we were missing this."

They laid there for a good while, just soaking up the love and laughter that emanated from them so effortlessly these days. Sooner than they liked, though, they had to go and clean up.

That, of course, didn't mean the end of the fun for the night because, combining water, wandering hands and clinging lips, in no time they were once again making the room resonate to the escalating sounds of their enthusiastic loving.

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THREE MONTHS LATER:

"So, Puckerman, you love my son, eh?"

Noah, published author and lover of Kurt Hummel, the most beautiful ex-escort ever, felt himself pale as he looked at the other man.

"Yes? Ugh, I mean," and he cleared his throat. "Yes, I do, sir."

Burt glared at him and while Noah was years away from the punk Burt remembered from Kurt's high school days, he couldn't say he was impressed.

"Right… and you are some big-shot writer now, too, I hear." His eyes roved over Noah who sat with his hands hanging between his legs, trying to look un-intimidated by his lover's father.

How the hell could he have reached this age and still be scared of old Burt Hummel? That's because he still looks like he wants to kick your ass, that's why.

Noah shook his head to get rid of the taunting voice. "Yeah, and screenplays, too. Um, have you seen any of my…" his voice trailed off as he watched Burt's light blue eyes narrow at him. "Ugh, right, that would be a 'no', then."

Suddenly a voice came from the kitchen. "Burt, stop trying to scare the boy; what's wrong with you!?"

Noah had always loved Carole Hudson, well Hummel for the past 10 years, and now he was so thankful for her presence.

It had been Kurt's idea to come to Ohio for a visit; they had been together for nearly five months and thought it high time the folks saw them together. He hadn't minded the idea of it; he just hadn't realized they would be staying at the Hudson-Hummel residence for the duration of their visit!

Carole came out of the kitchen looking flushed and pretty and Noah smiled at her. He had always had a way with the moms; it was the dads who had always looked at him as if they wished they had a shotgun. God, things hadn't changed much, had they?

He stood up to help her with the platter that she was transferring to the dining room table and intercepted a look from Burt that clearly said: suck-up!

Noah repressed a smile and decided that, for the rest of his stay, he would avoid Burt as much as possible and stick to Carole and Kurt. He wasn't too proud to hide behind them because Burt made him feel like one night he would wake up to find him looming over him.

Just then the front door flew open and Kurt hustled in, his cheeks red and his eyes bright. Noah looked up from where Carole had directed him to place the platter with the roast and stared.

Kurt was wearing one of Noah's favorite coats; it was a brilliant sapphire blue and with Kurt's cheeks and lips red from the cold, he made the prettiest picture ever.

Carole made a surreptitious signal to Burt who looked up to watch Noah staring at his son… and that was a revelation.

Burt had never seen anyone look at Kurt like that, ever. He was embarrassed to admit he felt a prickling in his nose because he suspected that that was how he used to look at Kurt's mother, his first wife. He had felt, every time she entered the room, that he was the luckiest bastard on God's green earth and now the look on Puckerman's face was saying the very same thing.

In the buzz of Kurt's greeting to his parents and Carole's questioning her stepson as to the things he'd just picked up at the store for her, Burt admitted to himself that he really had nothing to worry about.

Kurt was in good hands if Puckerman continued to look at him like that.

He cleared his throat and turned to his wife, a small smile on his face. "So, can we eat now?!"

Carole laughed and rolled her eyes but she understood her husband very well. She said yes, they would, as soon as Kurt washed up quickly and chuckled as Burt turned impatient eyes on his son.

Kurt giggled, his arms around Noah and conceded, "Okay, okay! I'll be right back…" and with a quick peck on Noah's cheek, dashed off up the stairs.

Burt turned to look at Puckerman who was watching Kurt's ass as he skipped upstairs and he couldn't hold back his own eye-roll. Carole narrowed her eyes at him so he didn't say anything, just heaved himself up out of the armchair and moved towards the dining table.

Noah, sensing a lightening in Burt's attitude upon Kurt's return, remained in the living room to wait for his beautiful lover. God, just the sight of Kurt made his blood feel like he had champagne in his veins. Years of writing had left him with a propensity for thinking things like that but he smirked to himself as he mentally kicked his butt. He would lose his badass membership card if he ever even said anything like that out loud.

Kurt returned just as Noah was smirking to himself and slid into his arms, his lips coming to rest softly against his lover's. They stood like that for maybe three seconds before…

"Hey, hey, none o' that! I'm starving!"

Kurt pulled back and grinned at Noah. "You see what you'll be taking on? Love me, love my family."

Noah hugged him quickly before stepping back to grab his hand and whisper: "Even if you came with two Pekingese and a Chihuahua, I'd still love you."

Kurt's eyes glowed at him and he threw back his head, his laughter preceding them as they joined his parents. His Noah had a way with words… among other things… and he was immensely glad he'd taken a chance on him.

Trusting that Noah loved him as he said he did had not been easy for Kurt in the five months they had been together. When the news had somehow broken that they were an item, the press had been relentless. Kurt was used to the lenses of the paparazzi on him and so too was Noah to an extent but the media circus had been vicious and tiring.

Throughout it all, Noah had handled everything with the kind of laissez-faire that had made him the youngest stud in Lima, Ohio. Kurt had watched the way he'd handled interviews and it had almost been a test of Noah's loyalty and stamina. When he had invited Kurt to walk the red carpet with him for his newest movie's premiere, Kurt had known then.

Noah was his for the long haul and if anyone – any of the Bible-thumping, middle American, so-called moral majority had a problem with their liaison, Kurt had just one thing to say:

Screw 'em!

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Fin

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