Ski Trip

"It won't stay on!" Angie stamped her foot in frustration and held her mitten up to Kurt.

The countertenor tucked the mitten into the cuff of the little girl's snow jacket. "That should do it."

"Angie, hurry up!" Tom, at his advanced age of 7, had no trouble with his mittens.

"Coming!" Angie kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Thank you, Kurt." The 5 year old ran to meet her impatient brother.

Kurt smiled, watching the two kids climb on their sled and swoosh down the hill. He shivered as a tendril of wind whispered across his neck.

"I told you to dress warmly." Nigel walked towards Kurt, carrying two hot chocolates.

Kurt pulled his coat collar tighter around his neck, and reached for the paper cup. "I don't have a scarf that works with this coat."

"You'd rather freeze than wear the wrong scarf?"

"Yes." Kurt licked at the whipped cream on the top of his drink. "Il faut souffrir pour être belle."

Nigel warmed his hands around his cup. "Which means?"

"You have to suffer to be beautiful."

Nigel laughed. He moved his drink to his left hand and wrapped his right arm around Kurt's shoulders, pulling him close. "You don't have to suffer to be beautiful; you already are."

The countertenor snuggled into the OSU student. "Have I told you lately what a perfect boyfriend you are?"

Nigel pressed a kiss into Kurt's hair. They sat sipping their drinks, watching Nigel's niece and nephew trudge up the hill, dragging their sled over the snow.

"The economics department has organized a weekend ski trip. Come with me?"

Kurt sat up, surprised. "I can come?"

"Yeah, it's open to friends and family. Two days of skiing." Nigel raised his eyebrows suggestively. "One night at a chalet."

Kurt reached a hand out to trace Nigel's jaw. "Really?"

Nigel captured Kurt's wandering hand, and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles. "Yeah. It's a nice place; fireplace, hot tub. Just you and me and about 80 other students."

"I don't know how to ski."

"Doesn't matter. You can rent equipment and they give lessons. Or, I could teach you." Nigel grinned at Kurt. "We're not going for the skiing anyway."

The McKinley diva leaned into the OSU student. He brushed their lips together, teasing his tongue over Nigel's upper lip. Nigel sighed into Kurt's mouth, opening for him, sliding their tongues together.

"Niiiigel" Angie's whine broke the boys apart. "I'm hungry."

Kurt moved out of Nigel's arms. "I'll ask my dad tonight." He turned to the little girl, and picked her up. "McDonald's?"

Nigel threw their empty paper cups in a waste basket. "Tommy, time to go."

"Dad, Nigel's University is organizing a weekend ski trip. He asked me to come."

Burt's response was not exactly a surprise. "I don't like it. You're too young."

"Dad, I'm going to be 18 next month. I'm old enough to go on a school trip."

"You're old enough to go on a school trip with your high school, yes. But a University trip is different. There won't be any supervision, will there?"

Kurt shrugged, like it was no big deal. "No. You just sign up, pay and go." Kurt kept talking, trying to find the right words to convince his father. "We would leave Saturday morning, come back Sunday night." Kurt smiled at his dad. "Nigel said he'd teach me how to ski." Yeah, like that was why he wanted to go!

Carole walked into the living room, and Kurt wasted no time trying to win her support. "Carole, Nigel's asked me to go on a weekend ski trip his University is organizing."

Carole could see could see Burt's feelings about that very clearly. She also had no trouble interpreting the pleading look in her step-son's eyes. "Sounds like fun."

Burt frowned. "There won't be any supervision."

"Well, Kurt's almost 18 and I'm sure Nigel will look after him."

Burt stared at his wife. They didn't agree on the Nigel issue. Carole was all for anyone who made Kurt happy. Burt had a serious problem with the age difference between the boys.

Carole turned to her step-son. "Kurt, could you give us a moment?"

"Sure, I'll be in my room."

"Burt, they've been going out for months now. Nigel's been over here a lot. Have you seen him do or say anything to upset Kurt? Other than the four year age difference, is there anything that strikes you as wrong about him?"

Burt shook his head. "No, he seems like a nice enough kid. But he's older than Kurt, and…"

"How much older were you than Elizabeth?"

"Three years." The words were spoken grudgingly. Burt did not like where this was going.

Carole nodded. "Finn's father was five years older than me." Carole clasped both her husband's hands in her own. "Burt, you're a good father. Kurt is a terrific person. You've done your job, now it's up to Kurt. Let him grow up." Carole moved into her husband's arms, rubbing his back soothingly. "Our role now, is to be there when they need us."

Burt dropped his head to rest against Carole's. "I can't just stop worrying about him."

Carole smiled, understanding in her eyes. "I know."

Eyes closed, Kurt cuddled into the passenger seat of Nigel's beat up Honda. If it wasn't for the complaining, you'd think the countertenor was asleep. "6:30 in the morning! On a weekend!"

Nigel had already explained about the 2 hour bus trip, and the fact that everyone wanted to get in as much skiing as possible. Kurt's response had been a very mature, "Don't care!" Nigel glanced over at his boyfriend. God, he had it bad when he thought that Kurt acting like a three year old was cute! This was a Kurt that Nigel hadn't seen before. The teen was usually so composed and together. Nigel smirked to himself. Apparently, the pre-8AM Kurt was a totally different person. "I take it you're not a morning person."

Kurt groaned. "Morning people are sadists."

Nigel laughed. "There's a coffee machine in the Student Union. I'll get you one before we get on the bus."

Kurt pried one eye open. "O.K."

Two tour buses were parked in front of the Student Union. A young woman wearing ski goggles pushed up on top of her head, stood by the open door to the first bus, clip board in hand. Nigel left Kurt guarding their overnight bags and his skis, while he went to get the promised coffee. He returned to find Kurt leaning against a wall, eyes closed, pretty much asleep on his feet. Nigel waved the coffee cup under Kurt's nose. The teen's eyes popped open when the scent drifted into his comatose brain. He grabbed the coffee with both hands, sighing with appreciation. "I love you."

"Wow! You're pretty easy, Hummel. All it takes is a little caffeine."

The countertenor laughed. "Don't flatter yourself. I was talking to the coffee."

While Kurt inhaled his coffee, Nigel stowed their gear into one of the bays in the base of the second bus. The goggle lady crossed their names off her list and handed Nigel a slip of paper with their cabin and room number. The buses left on schedule, at 7AM. Nigel read or listened to his iPod. Kurt slept most of the way; his boyfriend's shoulder a convenient pillow. Nigel trailed one finger down Kurt's nose, waking him, as the buses pulled into the chalet's parking lot. "We're here, sleeping beauty."

Kurt stamped his feet into his rental boots, and Nigel showed him how to attach his skis properly. They spent a half hour on the practice hill. The OSU student showed the McKinley junior how to position his skis for the 'snow plow'.

Kurt grasped his ski poles and bent his knees, following Nigel's instructions. "This isn't the way I've seen people ski on T.V."

"No, the snow plow is for beginners. It's the easiest way to start. What you've seen on T.V. is parallel skiing. We can try that tomorrow if you want." Nigel nodded at Kurt. "O.K. Give it a shot."

The countertenor was a quick study. He took the practice hill three times without falling or getting tangled up in his skis.

Nigel applauded. "That's good. I think you're ready for the beginners slope."

They took the chair lift to the top of the slope. Kurt looked at the white expanse before him. "Wow! This is a lot bigger than the practice hill."

"Yeah, but that changes nothing. You do exactly what you did before. It will just take a little longer to reach the bottom." Nigel touched Kurt's shoulder. "You'll be fine. You go first. I'll be right behind you."

Kurt pushed off. He was flying! O.K. not flying, he wasn't going very fast. Kurt slid past snow laden trees and white topped boulders. With his poles tucked tightly against his body, Kurt zigzagged his way down the slope. When he reached the bottom, he threw his arms around Nigel. "I did it!"

"You're a natural."

"Come on!" Kurt tugged Nigel towards the chair lift. "Let's go again."

They spent the day on the slopes. As the shadows lengthened on the snow, there were fewer and fewer skiers zipping around them. The boys finally admitted that they were tired and hungry. They took off their skis and trudged back to their cabin. They shared the three bedroom cabin with four other students, but no one was around when they got back. Kurt opened one of the French Doors, revealing a wide deck with a hot tub. "Do you want to try the hot tub?"

Nigel stood beside Kurt, looking at the hot tub and the winter world beyond it. "Wow! Just like the brochure." The OSU student stepped onto the deck. "Help me take the cover off."

Steaming water soothing tired muscles, their legs twined around each other under the bubbles, the boys watched the sun set. The very air was still.

"Yo, Nigel! What are you doing, dude. You can't sit in a hot tub without a drink." A short red head, wearing orange boarding shorts, and cradling four beers in his arms, joined them in the hot tub. He passed a beer to Nigel and Kurt. Nigel took a sip. "Thanks." Nigel waved his beer in the air between the two other guys. "Kurt, Steve, economics major. Steve, Kurt, my boyfriend."

Steve nodded at Kurt. "I haven't seen you around."

"No. I'm not at OSU. I go to McKinley."

"You guys are crazy! It's freezing out here." A brunette in a red bikini picked her way across the deck, her arms wrapped around herself, to ward off the chill.

Steve held out a hand to help her into the tub. "Guys this is Claire, history major."

Claire smiled at Kurt and Nigel. "And his girlfriend."

Steve settled close beside her. "And my girlfriend." Steve motioned to the two boys. "Claire, Nigel, economics major. Kurt, McKinley High."

Nigel raised Kurt's hand above the water, so that Claire could see their clasped hands. "And my boyfriend."

Claire laughed. "Yeah, Steve always leaves out the important stuff." She looked at Kurt. "McKinley. Coach Sylvestor still running the Cheerios?"

Kurt grimaced. "With a vengeance. You know her?"

Claire nodded. "I've seen her in action. I went to Kennedy. We competed against you guys."

Kurt shuddered. "My sympathies."

The four of them sat in the hot tub, drinking their beer; talking and laughing about classes and professors, exams and papers. The sky darkened over them and the stars came out. Hunger finally dragged them out of the tub, and into their clothes. They walked over to the main house for dinner; Steve's arm over Claire's shoulder, Kurt and Nigel holding hands. Kurt was pleasantly surprised at how easy everything was. Apparently, no one cared if you were gay at University, even in Lima.

Kurt and Nigel left Steve and Claire belting out a country western song in the Karaoke bar, and walked back to their cabin. The countertenor followed his boyfriend into their room, and closed the door. He flipped the catch on the lock and slipped the chain into place. He turned to find Nigel standing by the bed, watching him expectantly. Kurt leaned back against the door. "Take your clothes off."

Nigel removed his clothes slowly, revealing himself to Kurt one tantalizing bit of skin at a time. When he was finally naked, he stood quietly under his boyfriend's gaze. Kurt motioned to the floor. Nigel slipped to his knees; head lowered, eyes on the carpet. Kurt stepped away from the door, eyes locked on the man before him. So submissive! So perfect! So MINE! The countertenor crossed the room, and stood in front of Nigel. He ran his fingers through Nigel's hair, stroked his neck and shoulders, and then tilted the other man's chin up. "Take my clothes off."

Nigel loved undressing Kurt. It always felt like he was unwrapping a present; a present that he really, really wanted. The economics student kissed, and licked and nibbled at every piece of skin he uncovered. He started with Kurt's boots and worked his way up. By the time he pulled Kurt's turtleneck off and tossed it aside to nibble at the teen's shoulders, Kurt was hard and needing.

The countertenor threaded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, pulling his head back and biting into his mouth. Nigel melted into the kiss, trailing a hand down Kurt's back and cupping his ass. Kurt nipped small bites into Nigel's neck and shoulder. He wrapped one hand around Nigel's cock, stroking until he felt silky wetness seeping from the head.

Kurt spoke quietly, whispering into Nigel's ear. "The lube is in the front pocket of my overnight bag."

Nigel slipped out of Kurt's arms. He found the tube and cuddled back against Kurt, pressing the lube into his hand. They had stopped using condoms a month ago, when Nigel had gone to the clinic and his results had come back clean. The teen pressed a hard kiss onto his boyfriend's mouth, thrusting his tongue, a preview of the coming attraction. Nigel whimpered. Kurt stepped back. "On your knees."

Nigel complied easily, eagerly. Right from their first time together, Nigel made it clear that he needed Kurt to be in charge. Kurt had no problem being in control, he loved the feeling of power that Nigel gave him. The McKinley diva sank down to the floor, behind the OSU student. He dropped the lube on the carpet and settled his hands on Nigel's hips. He bent his head and bit the other man, at the top of his thigh, just below his ass. The bite was sharp enough to sting but not enough to break the skin. Nigel moaned and pushed his ass higher, asking for more. Kurt trailed bites across Nigel's ass and down the other thigh. Nigel sighed, and pushed against Kurt's mouth. The economics student moaned. "Yes, Yes, Oh, God. Just like that. Yes."

Kurt popped the lube open, and slicked his fingers. He pushed two into his boyfriend, and curled over the other man's back, speaking softly. "You know, Nigel, I didn't like waking up at the crack of dawn this morning."

Nigel knew what he was supposed to say, they had played this game before. "I'm sorry."

Kurt pulled his fingers out and thrust them in again. "And that coffee from the Student Union was awful."

Nigel wriggled his ass, trying to get Kurt's fingers deeper. "I'm sorry."

Kurt removed his fingers, and this time when he pushed back in, he used three fingers. "The bus was uncomfortable, and the drive was too long."

Nigel rocked on his knees, fucking himself on Kurt's fingers. "I'm sorry, Kurt."

The teen dropped kisses across his boyfriend's shoulders, and down his back. "I don't think I'll let you come, you don't deserve it." Kurt curled his fingers, brushing against Nigel's prostate.

Nigel gasped and shuddered beneath Kurt. "Please Kurt, I'm sorry."

Kurt brushed his fingers against Nigel's prostate once more and then removed his fingers. He slicked his cock, and aligned himself, the head of his cock pressing teasingly against Nigel's anus. "You're not allowed to come while I'm fucking you, Nigel. You have to wait. When your cock's in my mouth, and I'm sucking you off, then you can come." Kurt waited, giving Nigel the chance to refuse.

"Yes, yes, I'll wait. Fuck me. Please."

Kurt slid in to Nigel, moving shallowly until he felt Nigel opening for him. Kurt grabbed Nigel's hips and started to move. He thrust into his boyfriend's body, hard and fast. Nigel braced himself on his arms and slammed his body back against Kurt.

"Nigel!" Kurt came inside his lover, and pressed kisses along the other man's spine. He flipped Nigel over and slid down his body. He swallowed Nigel's cock until he felt it brush the back of his throat. Kurt's tongue played over the delicate skin, his lips sliding and sucking. Nigel had already waited an eternity. He threaded his fingers into Kurt's hair, and spilled in to the heat of Kurt's mouth.

Nigel drew back the covers, and slid into bed, snuggling up to Kurt. "The bus was uncomfortable!" Nigel snorted. "How would you know, you slept the whole way."

The countertenor slapped his boyfriend's ass. "Hey! You try and think of a complaint about today!"

Nigel threw an arm across Kurt's chest, hugging him close. "Yeah, it was a pretty awesome day."

The McKinley diva pressed a kiss into the OSU student's hair. "And night?"

Nigel nodded, his hair sliding across Kurt's skin. "Yeah." Nigel sighed happily. "And night."

Kurt let one hand wander down Nigel's back. "You still good with the whole delayed gratification thing?"

Nigel lifted his head, so he could see Kurt's face. "Yes, it's amazing. The wait makes the orgasm stronger." Nigel brushed a thumb across Kurt's bottom lip. "Kurt, I love being submissive with you, but I'm not a masochist. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything. Trust me on this."

Kurt nodded. "O.K."

Nigel snuggled back into Kurt's arms. The room was silent; the only sound the faint beat of music drifting over from the main house. Kurt's eyes were closed, he was almost asleep when Nigel sat up abruptly and stared at him.

"What?"

Nigel touched Kurt's face gently. "Are you O.K. with all this? Am I forcing you into a roll you don't want?"

Kurt laughed. "It's nice to be the one in control for a change."

Nigel didn't laugh. Kurt could see that he was still worried. The teen sat up, facing his boyfriend, and clasped their hands together. "Nigel, when you yield to me, it's fucking hot." Kurt almost never swore, so Nigel knew he was serious. A blush crept across Kurt's face. "I can't let myself think about you when I'm in class. The last time I let myself remember the way you kneel at my feet, and whisper 'yes' and 'please', I had to excuse myself and lock myself in the nearest washroom…" Kurt motioned towards his cock. "to take care of the problem." The teen brushed a kiss across Nigel's hand, and repeated his own words back to him. "I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable with anything. Trust me on this."

Nigel smiled in relief. "Good." The boys settled against each other again, pulling the blankets up around them. Nigel drifted his fingers over Kurt's nipple. "You know, if you ever get tired of being on top, you can always order me to fuck you."

Kurt laughed and flipped his boyfriend over. He straddled Nigel's hips and pressed his hands into the mattress, locking their fingers together. Kurt leaned over Nigel, laughter still shining in his eyes. "Not tonight."

Nigel nodded, and reached up to lick into Kurt's mouth. "No, not tonight."