Wednesdays
Kurt Hummel's weekends were usually fairly quiet; shopping with Mercedes, video games with Finn, hanging with Blaine, helping out at his dad's garage. Not terribly exciting, but it suited Kurt just fine. The best dressed student at McKinley High got all the excitement he wanted on Wednesday nights. On Wednesdays, Kurt experimented and explored. On Wednesdays, Kurt got physical. On Wednesdays, Kurt Hummel fucked!
Kurt walked into Nigel's store and stopped just inside the entrance, looking for Nigel. His own private salesman was helping a customer co-ordinate a tie with a truly horrible shirt. Nigel's professionalism impressed Kurt. The McKinley diva would have ordered the man out of the store for displaying such criminal taste. Weaving his way between customers and display tables, Kurt approached the two men. He stood behind the customer and waited for Nigel to notice him. The young salesman looked up from the shirt he was holding and his eyes widened in shock. Nigel coughed nervously, and tugged at his tie, as pink swept across his cheekbones. The McKinley student grinned at the salesman and headed towards the dressing rooms.
Kurt didn't have to wait long.
"May I be of assistance, Sir?" Nigel entered the dressing room, and closed the door softly. "Kurt, what are you doing here so early? Is something wrong?"
The Glee diva brushed the young man's cheek, tracing his jaw. "Not a thing." Kurt held Nigel's eyes, as he stepped back. "Turn around. Lean over the bench."
"Kurt, we can't. Not now. There are too many customers out there." Nigel backed away from Kurt, twisting his hands nervously.
Kurt said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. They both knew that Nigel was going to obey him. The McKinley diva raised his eyebrows. The young salesman flushed pink and turned around. Kurt stepped behind Nigel, undid his belt and zipper, and in one swift motion shoved his pants and underwear down. Moving quickly, Kurt pulled a red butt plug and some lube out of his messenger bag. He coated the plug and pushed it into Nigel. The young man gasped. Kurt pulled Nigel upright. He tugged and zipped everything back in place. "I'll be back at 9. That stays exactly where it is."
The young man grinned at Kurt. "Anything you say."
Glancing at his watch, as he left the store, Kurt saw that they had not been in the dressing room long enough to raise any suspicions. Good, he didn't want Nigel getting any flak from his supervisor.
With two hours to kill, Kurt grabbed coffee and a table at Starbucks. He listened to his iPod while he worked on a Spanish assignment. He answered texts from Mercedes and Blaine. Glancing at his iPhone, when it vibrated once again, Kurt was surprised to see a text from Quinn.
From Quinn: Kurt, I have an idea for a duet. Interested?
Yes, he was interested.
From Kurt: After Glee tomorrow?
From Quinn: C U there
None of his friends, not even Mercedes, knew what he did Wednesday nights. Kurt planned on keeping it that way. While Mercedes would be happy for Kurt to find a boyfriend, she might not be so thrilled with this thing he and Nigel had. Kurt didn't feel the need to explain or justify anything to Mercedes, or Blaine, for that matter. It really wasn't any of their business who he hooked up with.
Kurt entered the store again just before 9. He made himself comfortable in one of the leather chairs in the fitting area, outside the dressing rooms. Two leather arm chairs faced a small circular dais and a three-way mirror. Once Nigel locked the store's sliding glass doors, he hurried to the fitting area, to Kurt. The salesman threw himself onto his knees in front of countertenor, and wrapped his arms around Kurt's legs. "Longest two hours of my life!"
The teenager laughed at the young man in his lap, and ruffled his hair. "What? The butt plug didn't make the time just fly by?"
"Ha! So not funny! Every time I bent or stretched to get something for a customer, I could feel it. It's been making me fucking crazy, and you knew it would!"
Kurt skimmed a finger over the young man's bottom lip. "But, Nigel, you like it when I make you crazy."
The salesman grabbed the diva's hand and kissed it. "Yes, I do."
Kurt smiled, ran his hand over the kneeling man's shoulders, down his back, over his ass, and pressed against the plug. Nigel squirmed and gasped. Kurt put his hand under the other man's chin, tilted his head up, and looked into his eyes. "Shall I make you really crazy?"
Behind his glasses, Nigel's eyes glittered with excitement. "Always."
"Get rid of the clothes." Kurt relaxed back into his chair and watched Nigel strip. By now, the teenager was very familiar with the other man's body, but he still enjoyed the view. Tossing his last article of clothing away, Nigel stood quietly, waiting. The McKinley diva's eyes wandered over the young man before him, lingering on the parts he particularly liked. As his gaze roved over the other man's body, memories of previous encounters, flooded Kurt's mind; the feel of Nigel under his fingers, in his mouth.
The store's alarm system could have screamed through the air and Nigel wouldn't have heard it. His total attention was on the boy sitting so casually before him. Nigel could lose himself in Kurt's aqua eyes. His goal in life was to cover every inch of Kurt's porcelain skin with his mouth. The countertenor had lips that looked so soft and could be so demanding. The pale delicate hands resting on the leather arms of the chair, had twisted Nigel's nipples, slapped his ass, and left bruises on his hips. Nigel got hard just thinking about what those hands could do.
"Stand on the dais. Face the mirror." Once the young salesman took his place on the dais, the teen checked their reflections and angled his chair so that they could see each other in the mirror. "Bend over. I want to see the plug in your ass. Good. Now, pull the plug out, slowly. Stop. Push it back in. That's it. Keep doing that." Kurt watched as Nigel fucked himself with the butt plug.
"Nigel." Kurt spoke softly, his voice deeper than usual. "Look in the mirror. Watch me." Looking into the mirror, still working the butt plug, Nigel watched as Kurt undid his shirt. The McKinley student traced his own torso, teased his nipples until they hardened, rubbed his thumb over the pebbled peaks. The Glee diva could see both himself and Nigel reflected in the mirror. As he caressed himself, he never broke eye contact with the other man. He stared into the mirror, and watched Nigel watch him.
Kurt stood, and kicked off his shoes. On Wednesday nights, the countertenor dispensed with his customary high fashion look. He dressed down, way down; no socks, no underwear, and no skinny jeans. They were a bitch to take off. He shrugged off his shirt, and stepped out of, what was for him, incredibly loose fitting jeans.
Kurt sat, and spread his legs. Looking into the mirror, watching Nigel, he stroked his own shaft. Nigel's face was flushed, his breathing erratic, his cock hard. He stared into the mirror, his gaze locked on Kurt's pale hand. Watching the diva caress himself languidly, Nigel whimpered and bit his lip.
"Do you want to touch me, Nigel?"
The salesman met the diva's eyes in the mirror and groaned. "Yes!"
"Touch yourself, as if you were touching me." As the young man began to stroke himself, Kurt spoke very softly, almost whispering. "Close your eyes, Nigel. Your hands are mine. I am touching you now. My lips are sliding down your cock, I'm sucking the head. I'm pulling all of you into my mouth. Harder! Faster!"
The McKinley student watched the young man in front of him. Nigel gripped his cock harder, pumped faster, pushed into his fist and thrust against the plug in his ass. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his body starting to shake. Kurt whispered. "I'm biting you." Nigel keened, spurted white over his hand, and collapsed onto the dais.
The McKinley student wasn't finished yet. "Come here."
Nigel slid off the dais, and crawled the few feet to Kurt's chair. He just didn't have the energy, yet, to stand. Kurt reached down and covered Nigel's mouth with his own. He pulled the young man up to straddle his lap. Their arms wrapped around each other, their tongues entangled. Kurt reached behind Nigel and pressed the butt plug into him. The young man groaned into the diva's mouth. Kurt flipped Nigel over, so that he was lying face down across his lap. The teenager stroked his hands over the salesman's lower back and upper thighs, rubbing circles into the flesh, coming closer and closer but never touching his ass. Nigel wiggled beneath him, and thrust his ass higher, trying to get Kurt's hands where he desperately wanted them to be. Kurt smiled to himself and moved his hands even farther away from Nigel's ass.
The young man begged. "Please, Kurt!" The Glee diva ran his hands over the other man's ass, kneading the flesh. "Kurt, please!" The McKinley student waited. Nigel knew that he had to say it. Say exactly what he wanted. If he didn't say it, Kurt wasn't going to do it. Nigel wanted this. He needed this, so he gave in and said the words that Kurt was waiting to hear. "God, Kurt, hit me, please!"
Kurt obliged, hard slaps quickly turning Nigel's ass pink. The salesman whimpered, and thrust himself into the teen's hands, wanting more. When Kurt felt Nigel's cock hardening against him, he turned him so that he sat astride Kurt, his back to Kurt's chest. The diva grabbed a condom and lube from the shirt he had tossed on the floor. He rolled the condom on and coated himself with lube. Wrapping one arm around Nigel's waist, Kurt pulled the butt plug out and tossed it aside. The young man moaned. The McKinley student held his favourite salesman's hips and positioned him above his cock. Nigel lowered himself slowly. Kurt brushed his lips across Nigel's shoulders, waiting for him to adjust. The salesman sighed. They began to move, thrusting into and against each other.
If Kurt could think at all, he would be thinking that there was nothing better than this, the heat and pressure and warmth of Nigel pulsing around him. But Kurt couldn't think right now, he could only feel, and he felt fucking fantastic! The Glee diva reached for the other man's cock, pumping it. He bit into his salesman's shoulder. Nigel screamed Kurt's name. They came one after the other, hearts thumping, bodies glued together.
The boys stretched out on the carpet, their discarded clothes acting as pillows. They curled into each other, idly running their hands over each other. Not saying very much.
Nigel reached over and brushed Kurt's hair into place. "Do you think we could get together some time?"
"You mean, with our clothes on?"
"Yeah, you know, like dinner or something where we actually talk to each other."
Kurt ran a finger down Nigel's arm and played with his fingers. "What happens if we talk and find out we don't like each other?"
Nigel nodded. "Yeah, that would be bad." They were silent for a while.
Nigel sat up and faced Kurt. "The thing is, Kurt, I think about you sometimes, trying to imagine what you're doing at that moment, and I can't, because I don't really know anything about you."
The ex-kicker for the Titans smiled up at the young man sitting across from him. "And, you want to know more about me?"
The salesman stared into the aqua eyes and nodded. "Yeah, I do."
Kurt sighed and sat up, facing Nigel. He took Nigel's hands in his, ran his thumbs over the knuckles. "OK, Nigel. We'll try this, but, if it ends badly, I swear to God, I will never fuck you again!"