Chapter 8: Just Us
Nigel started the car and looked over at Kurt. "I'm borrowing a friend's cottage for the evening." He checked the rear view mirror and backed out of the parking space. "I didn't want to share you with anyone else tonight."
"Good." Kurt sniffed his rose, and smiled at his boyfriend. "Can we stop at my place for a second? I want to get your present."
"No problem."
Kurt opened the drawer in his bedside table and took out a small container of lube. He put the lube in his pocket, grabbed the wrapped present from his desk and raced up the stairs. He locked the front door and ran back to the car.
Nigel smiled at him. "It's an hour drive, Kurt, five minutes more or less isn't going to make a difference. You didn't have to run."
Balancing Nigel's gift on his knees, Kurt snapped his seat belt in place. "Let's go!"
The OSU student laughed, and held a hand out for his present. "Uh-uh" Kurt put the gift on the floor at his feet. "You're not opening this till we get there."
Nigel started the car. "If I get stopped for speeding, you're paying the fine."
They were both silent for a while, the car radio a background to their thoughts. Kurt was wondering if Nigel was going to like his present. Nigel was replaying Kurt's performance in Glee.
"Kurt, you told me you were in Glee. You didn't tell me that you're exceptionally talented."
"Thanks"
Nigel reached over and took Kurt's hand. "You were hypnotic. I couldn't take me eyes off you." Nigel squeezed Kurt's hand, and released it, returning his own to the steering wheel. "I wish I had thought to record it on my phone. Damn!"
Kurt laughed. "Don't worry. I'm pretty sure I can give you a private performance."
Nigel looked over at Kurt and smiled suggestively. "Even better!"
Kelly Clarkson's "What Doesn't Kill You" was thrumming through the car but neither one of the boys heard it. Kurt was reliving the surprise and pleasure of finding Nigel waiting for him outside the choir room. Nigel was still focused on Kurt's Glee performance. He was biased, obviously, but he thought Kurt's performance was better than Adam Lambert's. Lambert was all theatrical flourish but Kurt was all restrained passion and intensity. No contest, Kurt won hands down. The Glee kids had been very vocal with their approval but …they had seemed surprised.
"Kurt, the other Glee kids, they've heard you sing before, so why were they so surprised today?"
"Today was an exception for me, I usually sing in a much higher register."
"How do you usually sound?"
Kurt reached over and turned the radio off. He thought for a minute and then he sang a cappella. He started with Michael Jackson's "Ben", and then segued into bits of "As If We Never Said Goodbye", "Don't Cry For Me Argentina", and "Defying Gravity". Kurt stopped singing, looked down at his hands, and then looked over at Nigel, his smile a little shy, a little nervous. Kurt was a very confident individual, and he didn't waste much time worrying about other people's opinions. But what Nigel thought mattered to Kurt. It mattered a lot.
He spread his hands and shrugged. "That's how I usually sing."
"My God! I am never, ever singing in the shower around you again. I would be too fucking embarrassed!" Nigel was not just impressed, he was in awe. "Six months, we've been together six months. How did I not know this? Why didn't you tell me you could sing like this?"
"What? That I sing like a girl?"
"You don't sing like a girl. You sing like something mystical, ethereal, magical. I can't think of enough adjectives." Nigel reached for Kurt's hand. "Kurt, your voice makes the world go away."
"Stop, you're going to make me cry." Kurt squeezed Nigel's hand. "Thank you. It means a lot to me that you like my voice."
Nigel shook his head. "No, I like chocolate chip cookies. I love your voice."
Keeping his eye on the traffic, Nigel checked the road signs, looking for the exit they needed. "I have zero artistic talent, none, in any way, shape or form. I flunked colouring in kindergarten, and I got kicked out of choir in second grade." He looked over at the McKinley student, as he took the exit off the highway. "You sure you want to be with me?"
Kurt laughed and stretched his hand out to pat Nigel's knee. "Yes, it works out perfectly. One diva in this relationship is enough."
They left the highway, and drove through a small town. Following a gravel road, they pulled up before a small cottage with 'welcome' painted on a blue bird house.
"This is it."
Nigel opened the trunk, and Kurt stared at all the grocery bags. "How long are we staying?"
"It's not that much!"
"Uh-huh"
Kurt grabbed two bags. Nigel took the other, and closed the trunk. He unlocked the front door, and held it open for Kurt. The main floor was small, but it was open concept, so it appeared spacious. The far wall was all window; overlooking the water.
"Nice!" Kurt was happy.
"Yeah." Nigel dropped his bag on the kitchen counter. "My friend didn't say anything about this." He waved his hand, indicating the window that framed nature. "He just said it was small."
"We owe him big time." Kurt stacked his bags beside Nigel's and started to unpack. "What did you bring?"
"Just stuff we don't have to cook; bread, fruit, cheese, and chocolate dipped strawberries." He opened a narrow brown paper bag, and took out a bottle. "Champagne."
Opening a thermal bag, Kurt found…"Nigel! You got my favourite cheesecake!"
Nigel stepped behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around the countertenor's waist. "I did good, huh?"
Kurt tilted his head back against Nigel's shoulder, and smiled. "You always do."
They ate their al fresco dinner at the table set in front of the window wall, watching the sun set over the water. They lingered over dinner, talking and laughing. Kurt popped a chocolate dipped strawberry in his mouth, and picked up his plastic champagne glass. Leaning back in his chair, he propped his feet in Nigel's lap.
"This might have been a big mistake, Dennison."
Nigel played with Kurt's ankles. "And why is that, Hummel?"
"How are you going to top this for our 1st year anniversary?"
Nigel grinned. "Not my problem, Kurt. I did our 6th month anniversary. Our 1st year anniversary is all yours."
Kurt twirled his champagne glass. "Well, I've got 6 months. I'll think of something."
Nigel slid a palm up Kurt's calf. "I'm sure you will."
They cleared the dinner debris, packing everything up for the return trip. They debated over how much kindling the fireplace needed, and then stood back and watched it burn. The flickering firelight cast haunting shadows, and played hide-and-seek with their smiles.
Turning to face Nigel, Kurt slowly unbuttoned his black vest, shrugged out of it, and tossed it aside.
"Take your shirt off." Kurt's voice was low, with that edge to it, that subtle tone of control, of command. That tone in Kurt's voice made butterflies dance in Nigel's pelvis. He unbuttoned his shirt, and tossed it. Kurt's eyes traced Nigel's chest, as he removed his own shirt.
They stood facing each other, in front of the fire, not touching. They took turns, each stripping off one article of clothing at a time. Their eyes roamed each other's bodies as they revealed more and more skin, until they were both standing naked in the firelight.
Nigel wanted to touch Kurt but Kurt was in charge and Nigel couldn't initiate anything, he could only respond. As always, obeying Kurt flipped some kind of switch inside Nigel. He felt the heat and desire radiating out from the base of his spine. It hardened his cock, and spilled out of his eyes.
Kurt watched Nigel, connected to him in a spiral of desire. The more aroused Nigel got; the stronger Kurt's own heat and need. He stepped closer to his lover, only inches separating them. He touched the inside of Nigel's leg, at knee level, and ran his hand up the other man's thigh. He cupped his boyfriend's balls, and rolled them gently.
Nigel sighed Kurt's name on a whisper. Kurt leaned into the OSU student, and spoke softly. "You're perfect." He wrapped his arms around Nigel, and licked into his mouth.
Nigel ran one hand along Kurt's spine, and curled the other into his ass. Kurt licked and kissed down Nigel's neck, and bit a line across his shoulder. He disentangled himself from the other man, slowly running a hand down Nigel's back. Pressing a hand against his lover's hip, he stepped away.
Nigel waited, his eyes following Kurt, as his boyfriend walked to the small table by the door. Kurt took the wrapped package, and returned to Nigel.
They sat on the carpet, in front of the fireplace, and Kurt gave Nigel his present. "Happy Anniversary"
Nigel looked at Kurt, and then tore off the wrapping and opened the gift box. Inside were two black leather cuffs. Nigel picked one up. The leather was soft to the touch. The design was a simple; a plain two inch band, the only detail, one silver ring.
Kurt wrapped the cuff around Nigel's wrist, closing the silver buckle gently. "They are a matched set. You can wear just one, or both, depending on your outfit or whether or not you're wearing a watch." Kurt attached the second cuff.
Nigel stroked the soft leather. "Kurt, they're beautiful. Thank you."
"They're not just cuffs, Nigel." Kurt reached into the box, and pulled out a silver chain that had been hidden amongst the tissue. He slid the chain through the silver ring on first one cuff, and then the other. Watching Nigel, he snapped the chain together. "They're hand cuffs."
Nigel stared down at his hands, and instinctively tried to move them apart. The silver chain went taut, locking his hands together, with about six inches between his wrists.
Nigel looked up at Kurt, and whispered, "Oh, my God!"
Kurt searched Nigel's eyes. "You like them?"
"Oh, my God, Kurt, I love them!" Nigel reached for Kurt with his cuffed hands, one hand on each side of Kurt's jaw, and kissed him. He sat back, running his fingers over the soft leather, endless possibilities flitting through his mind. He looked at his boyfriend, eyes glowing with excitement. "They're like a secret between us. I can wear them and no one will ever know what they are."
Kurt chuckled. "But I'll know, so don't wear them if you don't want me to jump you."
Nigel pushed the empty gift box out of the way and stretched out on his back. "So, jump me."
Kurt leaned over Nigel. He held his boyfriend's bound hands and kissed his fingers. He took Nigel's hands and stretched them over his head, pressing his wrists into the floor. Nigel had no trouble interpreting that significant press; it meant 'leave them there'. Kurt trailed his hands down Nigel's body, starting at his wrists, moving down his raised arms, over his sides, down his legs. He wrapped his fingers around his lover's ankles and pressed a kiss to the inside of each one. He moved his hands up the inside of both legs, stopping with his hands on either side of his favourite playground.
"Kurt?" Nigel shifted his hands against the carpet.
"No" No, you can't move your hands was left unsaid, but Nigel heard it.
Nigel didn't take his eyes off Kurt. How does he know? How does he know what I need? I didn't even know.
Kurt worked Nigel's shaft, twisting his wrist at the top, ghosting over the head. Nigel thrust up into Kurt's hands. The McKinley diva ran his tongue over the crown. He sucked it into his mouth, and wrapping one hand around the base of Nigel's shaft, slid his mouth down the length. Nigel brought his hands off the floor, and tried to touch Kurt's hair. His bound hands make it awkward.
Kurt pulled off Nigel's cock, and glared at his boyfriend.
"Sorry" The OSU student put his hands back down on the floor above his head, where Kurt wanted them.
Kurt sat back on his knees between Nigel's legs. He took his hands off Nigel's cock. His voice was very soft and very threatening, even as he stroked one finger over Nigel's entrance. "Do we not understand each other, Nigel? Do you want to change the rules?"
"No, God no! Please, Kurt, I'm sorry."
"Do you want to get to a place where I have to punish you?"
"No, I won't disobey you again. I promise, please Kurt!"
Kurt's show of force aroused Nigel to a level that he had never thought possible. He was desperate for Kurt to touch him. His cock was hurting hard, the tip leaking steadily. "I'll do anything you say, please Kurt." In some odd way, begging was a release.
"Yes, you will." Kurt moved away from Nigel.
"Kurt!" Nigel called out; terrified that Kurt was going to leave him wanting like this.
Kurt found his discarded jeans and fished the small bottle of lube out of the pocket. He knelt between Nigel's legs, put a palm on the back of each of his boyfriend's thighs, and pushed his legs back, and up. Kurt slicked his cock, and teased it over Nigel's hole. He lubed two fingers and pushed them into Nigel.
"God! Yes!" Nigel fucked Kurt's fingers.
Kurt added a third finger, and deliberately fingered Nigel slowly, knowing that it would make him even more desperate.
Nigel was so lost in the desire that Kurt created, he was only vaguely aware of the words spilling out of his mouth. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Kurt positioned himself, and entered Nigel in one hard deep thrust.
"AAHHH!" Finally, so hard, so full, so fucking good!
"Nigel?" Kurt had to repeat himself. "Nigel!"
Nigel's eyes focused on Kurt.
"Move your hands now, Nigel. Touch yourself."
Both men watched as Nigel wrapped his cuffed hands around his cock, the black leather stark against his skin. Nigel pumped his cock. Kurt fucked Nigel, and watched the black leather slide up and down his lover's shaft. "That's so fucking hot!"
Because he did it so rarely, Kurt's swearing hit Nigel like a match to kerosene. He fell over the edge. Seeing the white ejaculate against the black leather cuffs, was the image that finished Kurt. He thrust one last time, and collapsed on top of Nigel.
Nigel's cuffed hands were trapped between their bodies. He wriggled his fingers, tickling along Kurt's skin. "Hey!" Kurt laughed, and levered himself off his boyfriend. He found paper towels in the kitchen and wet them with warm water. He cleaned the mess off Nigel's hands and stomach. Kurt released the catch on the silver chain holding the cuffs together. Nigel opened his arms, and Kurt curled up against his side.
"You're incredible! I'm so fucking glad that you wandered into my store!"
Kurt snuggled into boyfriend, his fingers tracing circles around Nigel's nipple. "Ah, but you're the one who said, 'It was a pleasure to serve you, Sir.'"
Nigel laughed, and squeezed a chunk of Kurt's ass. "It still is."
Nigel sat up, taking off one of his leather cuffs. He wrapped the cuff around Kurt's right wrist, and buckled it in place. "Now, you're mine."
Kurt pulled Nigel down over him, and spoke softly against his ear. "I'm yours."