Chapter 10: Babysitting

Nigel opened the door to a smiling Kurt.

"Hey, babe." Kurt nuzzled into Nigel's neck, and dropped a quick kiss on his jaw. "How's she doing?"

Nigel closed the front door. "She's freaking out. I poured her a glass of wine, and told her to take a bubble bath and chill out, or her date was going to think she's a basket case."

"Well, getting back in the dating scene can't be easy after…"

"KURT!"

The countertenor turned to find Angie hurtling down the staircase towards him. "I got Draculaura!"

"Really? Let's see."

Angie skidded to a halt in front of Kurt, and shoved her new doll at him. Kurt sat on cross-legged on the floor. "So cute! Look at her fangs. Which one is this?"

"The sweet 16 doll." Nigel's niece sat beside Kurt, and pointed to the dolls tiara. "She's going to be sweet 1600 years old."

"She's Dracula's daughter, right?"

"Yeah, and she's got a BFF, Bat Friend Forever."

"That's way more fun than having a dog."

Angie took her doll, and jumped up. "I'm playing Dress-Up Draculaura on my laptop. You get to choose her clothes. Wanna play?"

Kurt stood and brushed off his jeans. "Sure, let me just see if Nigel needs any help, and then I'll come up."

"Kay." Angie skipped upstairs, and Kurt turned towards the kitchen. He passed the living room, where Nigel's nephew was playing video games.

"Hey, Tommy."

Tommy raised a controller in the air, in a pseudo wave, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Hi, Kurt."

In the kitchen, Nigel stood at the island mixing a salad. Kurt stopped behind him and slid his arms around his boyfriend's waist. "Need any help?"

"Nah, almost done."

Kurt kissed the back of Nigel's neck. "Good, because I've been invited to play Draculaura Dress-Up."

The OSU student laughed. "Exciting!"

Kurt ran a hand down Nigel's back, and delivered a slap to his ass.

"Hey!" Nigel's eyes lit up and he smiled at the McKinley diva.

Kurt walked backwards, grinning at Nigel, then turned and left the kitchen.

Sitting at the kitchen table, at dinner that night, Tommy continued his campaign to see his comic book heroes on the big screen. "Can we go see The Avengers tonight?"

Nigel looked at his nephew. "Did you ask your Mom?"

"Yeah, she says we can't go tonight because the movie will end too late." Tommy took a bite of his hamburger. "Tomorrow?"

Nigel shook his head. "Sorry, Tommy, I've got to work tomorrow."

Tommy Dennison wasn't a quitter. "Kurt, can you take me tomorrow?"

"Let's ask your mom, O.K.?"

"Ask Mom what?" Claire walked into the kitchen, dressed for her date.

"Can I go to see The Avengers with Kurt tomorrow?"

Claire looked at her brother's boyfriend and raised her eyebrows in a question.

"Nigel's working tomorrow, so I'm free. I can take him."

"Yes!" Tommy punched a fist in the air. Claire didn't want to bother Kurt. "You sure?"

Kurt shrugged. "Yeah, Captain America is kind of hot."

Nigel swatted his boyfriend. "Hello, sitting right here." Kurt grinned.

Claire leaned to kiss Tommy goodbye. "O.K. thanks Kurt." She kissed her daughter. "I guess it's just you and me tomorrow, Angie. We'll think of something special." Claire spun in a slow circle. "How do I look?"

"You look nice, Mommy."

"Thank you, sweetie."

"You look good, sis."

The doorbell rang. "Wish me luck!"

Kurt and Nigel took a little longer than usual to clean the kitchen, because Kurt kept distracting his boyfriend. When Nigel leaned into the fridge to put some left overs away, Kurt palmed his ass. When the OSU student bent over, stacking the dishwasher, Kurt couldn't resist giving that ass a slap. When Nigel stretched over the kitchen table to wipe off some crumbs, Kurt covered him. He trapped the other man against the table, and delivered a few more slaps. Nigel turned, and leaned back against the table, smiling up at Kurt.

"You're very hands on tonight, Hummel."

Kurt reached under Nigel, and palmed his boyfriend's ass, stroking slowly. "Lately we've been focusing on accessories. Perhaps it's time to go back to basics."

The OSU student smirked, even as he pushed into his boyfriend's hand. "Accessories? You mean like handcuffs, and ties?"

"Yes." Kurt pulled Nigel away from the table and into his arms. He glided both hands down Nigel's back, and grabbed his ass, pulling him close. "Perhaps, it's time to revisit the pleasure of skin on skin." Kurt clenched his hands on his OSU student's ass. "Remember?"

Nigel stared into Kurt's eyes and saw their naked bodies in the dressing room at his store. He groaned, and dropped his head on the McKinley diva's shoulder. "Yessss." He pulled away from Kurt. "I'm a big fan of the classics." He made sure to exaggerate the swing of his ass as he walked out of the room. Kurt's laugh rang out behind him.

Nigel waited while Angie brushed her teeth, and then tucked his niece in bed. "What are we reading tonight?"

"Riley's Imagination Super Highway" Angie sat up against her pillow.

Nigel sat on the bed beside his niece. He held the book open between them, and started to read. "I'd like to introduce you to Riley. She has brown hair, which she usually wears in low pig tails, and big green eyes that are covered by glasses too large for her face."

Kurt and Tommy sat in the living room, controls in hand, playing Star Wars: The Complete Saga.

"Angie wants you to say goodnight."

Kurt handed his game controller to Nigel. "I'm in the Cantina. Use the force to pick up the little blue cups. Then you can bowl."

Nigel took Kurt's place on the couch. "You bowl in Star Wars?"

Tommy looked over at his uncle. "You want me to show you how?"

Nigel turned the TV off, and wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist. As they walked out of the living room, Kurt hit the light switch, and the room went dark behind them. En route to Nigel's room, they checked on the kids. Angie was fast asleep, her Draculaura doll beside her on the pillow. Tommy was also down for the count, his bedside lamp still on, a Harry Potter book clutched in his hand. Nigel slid the book out of his nephew's grasp, put it on his night table, and turned the lamp off.

Nigel closed his bedroom door behind Kurt, and locked it. "Just in case, anyone wakes up."

Kurt nodded agreement. They looked at each other, and their clothes went flying. Naked bodies pressed together, arms wrapped around each other, Nigel spoke low, his lips next to Kurt's ear. "I've been very good, today. I deserve a spanking."

"Very good?"

Nigel nodded, smiled suggestively, and backed away from Kurt, to stand by the bed. Kurt sat and spread his legs a little, to balance Nigel's body. Nigel slipped into position over Kurt's lap, and got comfortable. He folded his arms on the mattress, and rested his head on them. Kurt placed one hand on Nigel's lower back, to keep him steady. He ghosted the other hand over the tempting ass, and slid his fingers over the soft skin of Nigel's inner thighs, touching the other man's balls lightly. Nigel sighed under the caress, and Kurt didn't keep him waiting any longer.

The slaps were short, fast, timed rather like tap shoes on a hard floor, but ringing out on Nigel's ass. Each offered a sharp sting that wasn't very painful on its own, but together they make an impact. Kurt watched as Nigel's skin turned pink. "I wish you could see yourself." He stroked the reddened skin gently, his voice deep and bespelled.

Nigel looked over his shoulder at Kurt. His eyes were dark with arousal, and he was gasping slightly, his words coming out in small puffs of sound. "I don't think so, way too embarrassing."

"No, it's fucking HOT."

Nigel moaned softly. There was something about Kurt swearing that just made him lose it. "God, Kurt, stop talking, please."

Kurt smiled and continued his hand dance on Nigel's bottom. He stopped, lifted both hands off Nigel, and opened his legs wider. Nigel slid to the floor, on his knees between Kurt's legs. Kurt grabbed the back of Nigel's head and pulled him into a kiss. Their teeth collided, but they didn't care. Kurt lay back on the bed and pulled Nigel over him. Kurt's feet were still on the floor, his legs spread. Nigel pressed his pelvis down, Kurt thrust up, and they both moaned at the feeling.

Kurt rolled Nigel over and slid off him. While Kurt got the lube from Nigel's night table, Nigel moved into the center of the bed. Kurt crawled over the OSU student, straddling him. He dropped the lube beside Nigel's hip, and leaned down to take the other man's mouth. The McKinley diva kissed across his boyfriend's jaw, down his neck, and started a slow journey down his chest and abdomen. Nigel's hands trailed over Kurt's back and ass.

Kurt sat back on his knees, still straddling the man beneath him, and popped the lube open. He coated his fingers. Nigel smiled in anticipation and tried to move his legs, to open himself for Kurt. His legs were trapped between Kurt's thighs, he couldn't move them.

"Kurt, you have to move, babe."

Kurt shook his head, and moved his hand down, between his own legs. He pushed two fingers into himself, and smiled at Nigel.

"Kurt, what are you…? Really?" In all these months Kurt had never even suggested that he wanted to do this. Nigel's eyes went wide with surprise.

Kurt inserted a third finger, and moaned softly, his eyelids fluttering half shut, and his head falling back.

Nigel watched his lover. God, he's beautiful. "Do you want some help?"

Kurt pushed his fingers deeper. "No." His voice came out low, all hot and growly, with that edge that got to Nigel every time. Nigel shuddered, lost in the spell of Kurt's voice. He stared up into those eyes; ever changing blue/green.

"Watch me. Want me." Kurt stared down into Nigel's eyes and read the want. He removed his fingers, aligned himself over Nigel, and pushed down onto Nigel's cock.

Nigel's hands cupped Kurt's hips, watching as his boyfriend took him in slowly, this first time. Kurt's eyes closed, and his breathing hitched, as his face flushed with excitement and pleasure. Nigel had never seen anything this beautiful, ever.

"Fuck!" Nigel gritted his teeth, trying not to move until Kurt was ready. "Fuck, Kurt, Fuck. You feel so good!"

Kurt's slow slide onto Nigel's cock finally ended. Kurt opened his eyes, and grinned. "Move, Nigel, move!"

Nigel thrust up and Kurt moaned. Nigel reached for Kurt's cock, but Kurt diverted his hand, and clasped it in his own. "Not yet. I don't want this to be over yet." Nigel pumped his hips, harder, faster. Kurt met every thrust. They never looked away from each other.

"You're so tight, Kurt, so hot. God, you're perfect." Nigel arched his back, which changed his angle of entry just enough, and Kurt's eyes went wide. His mouth opened on a scream but Nigel's hand covered his mouth. Kurt nodded against Nigel's hand. Right, kids in the house. "God, Nigel, do that again."

Nigel was getting close, his thrusts deep and erratic. "Kurt, I can't wait…"

Kurt moved their clasped hands to his own cock. He guided Nigel's hand over him in a tight slow grip. "Me either." His head tipped back and they collapsed against each other.

Nigel rolled onto his side, and trailed his hand over the countertenor's chest. "Since when do you bottom?"

Kurt smirked. "I was on top."

Nigel laughed, and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. "You know what I mean."

"I was curious."

"And?"

Kurt laughed, pulled Nigel down onto his chest, and wrapped an arm around him. "I could be persuaded to try it again." He slid his hand down, and curled his fingers into his boyfriend's ass. "When I feel like it."

The OSU student snuggled into the McKinley diva, and they lay quiet for a time, sated and sleepy.

"I was thinking…"

"Ummm?"

Nigel lifted his head to look at Kurt. "You said you wished I could see myself." Nigel hesitated. "I could see myself if… we taped it."

Kurt lifted himself up, leaning back on his elbows. "You want to make a sex tape?"

Nigel blushed. "Well, when you say it like that, it sounds bad." Nigel fell onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "I just thought it might be hot, you know, watching ourselves."

Kurt leaned over Nigel, frowning, serious. Nigel backtracked. "We don't have to…"

Kurt did not look happy. "Dennison, you are one seriously kinky, screwed up person."

Nigel paled, and swallowed nervously. "Kurt, we won't do…"

Kurt grinned. "I like the way you think."

Nigel gasped, and rolled his boyfriend over. He pinned Kurt's hands down against the mattress. "You little shit! I'm going to kill you."

Claire unlocked the front door, and entered the house. The lights were off, the hallway and living room wrapped in shadows. She checked on the kids, and then crossed the hall to her own room. The house was silent around her. Claire left her door open, in case the kids needed her. She looked into the mirror over her dresser, and started to remove her jewelry. Laughter spilled out of her brother's room, and Claire smiled.