Chapter 19: Naked Love
Nigel twirled his pasta around his fork, and looked across the table at Kurt. "Some place you have to be?"
"No, why?"
"That's the third time you've checked your watch."
Kurt's eyes slid down to his watch, and then back to Nigel. "Sorry, it's almost 7."
"What happens at 7?"
"Finn's at Mike's place, poker night. Dad and Carole are having dinner at a friend's ..." Kurt checked his watch again. "… at 7."
Nigel signaled the waiter. "The bill, please."
"Poker night, all the Glee guys?"
"Yeah." Kurt laughed. "The quintessential male bonding ritual."
"You weren't invited?" Nigel didn't like the thought that Kurt had been excluded.
Kurt checked his side view mirror, and switched lanes. "Oh, I get invited to all the guy nights now."
"Now?"
"Sophomore year, I never got invited. They were uncomfortable around me, and they assumed I wouldn't be interested in "guy stuff". Kurt raised a hand to air brush a quotation mark. Then, sometime in junior year, after Carole and my dad got together, Finn dragged me to a video game night." Kurt glanced at Nigel. "They were shocked to learn that liking dick didn't affect my aim, and I could still handle a joy stick."
Nigel smirked, and traced a finger over Kurt's thigh. "Yes, you can."
Kurt captured Nigel's hand. "Talented, am I?"
"Extremely!" Nigel pressed into Kurt's thigh, and then sat back. His plans for the night did not include distracting Kurt into a car accident.
"So, yeah, I got the text about poker night, but I told Finn I'd rather fuck you."
"You did not!"
Kurt laughed. "No, I told him that you'd been studying so much I'd hardly seen you lately, so I was going to pass." Kurt took the turn onto his street. "He said that you knew everyone, and I should bring you along." Kurt glanced over at Nigel, and grinned.
The OSU student groaned. "I don't want to know!"
Kurt pulled into his driveway, and parked. "I just told him to have a good time, and text me if he was coming home early."
They climbed out of the car. Nigel wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, as they walked to the front door. "Subtle, Hummel."
Kurt put his key in the lock, and tipped his head back to kiss Nigel quickly. "I thought so."
They turned into each other, the second they hit the bottom of the staircase. Kurt hummed as he worked his mouth down Nigel's neck.
"What song is that?"
Kurt pulled off Nigel's neck. "Naked Love."
"Perfect!" The OSU student stepped away from Kurt and started to strip.
Watching Nigel get naked was not something that Kurt was ever going to get tired of. He couldn't resist singing the words to the song; they were pretty much an echo of his thoughts.
I want your naked love
So dontcha dress it up tonight
Come on you know your naked love
is what I'm dreaming of tonight
Oh whoa yeah yeah yeah
Take it off and try me on
The appreciation in Kurt's eyes ignited Nigel. "Try you on? I think we both know that I like the way you fit."
"Yeah?" Kurt smirked. "Well …" Kurt moved into Nigel. Holding him close, he wrapped his hand around his boyfriend's cock, and tightened his grip in small increments. "I like the way you feel."
Nigel's eyes closed and his head went back. "Fuck" The word emerged on a long sigh.
Kurt licked along Nigel's collar bone, and nudged the other man's legs apart. He pressed his leg into Nigel's balls, the denim rough against the delicate skin. Kurt shifted his leg in sync with his hand. He pulsed his grip on Nigel's cock; tight, tighter, tight, tighter.
Nigel loved this feeling; overwhelmed, lost in an onslaught of sensation that Kurt created with him, for him. He arched into his lover's touch, his hands locked on Kurt's ass. "Kurt….clothes….Kurt."
Kurt smiled against Nigel's skin. When his boyfriend got wound up, he couldn't string a real sentence together. Kurt pressed a quick kiss into the base of Nigel's throat, and moved away. He opened the drawer in his bedside table, and removed lube and a black leather cuff; the mate to the one Nigel was wearing. He tossed the lube on the bed. He stood in front of Nigel, and held his hand out, cuff resting on his palm.
Nigel looked from Kurt to the cuff, and back; eyes glowing, heat burning across his skin. He held his left wrist out to his lover. Kurt pressed a kiss to the pulse point on Nigel's wrist, and attached the leather cuff. He stepped behind Nigel, bringing both the OSU student's arms behind his back, and attached the silver chain between the cuffs. Kurt wrapped his arms around Nigel, pulling him close, Nigel's back to Kurt's chest, his handcuffed hands trapped between their bodies. Nigel dropped his head back onto Kurt's shoulder. His voice came soft and slow.
Tie up my hands tonight
Don't let me go
Kurt couldn't have been more shocked if Nigel had started to speak in tongues! Nigel never sang; like never. He wouldn't even sing along with Kurt in the car. He said his voice was abysmal, and he refused to subject Kurt to that kind of pain.
Lay down the law
Lay me down slow
Take hold of me
I give myself unto thee
Sacrifice
Kurt turned Nigel in his arms, grabbed his head between his hands, and devoured his mouth. "I thought you said you couldn't sing!"
Nigel laughed. "I can't but I wanted…"
Kurt kissed him again. "Thank you!" Nigel had done this for him! "I loved it." He dived into Nigel's mouth again, running his tongue over Nigel's teeth, and sucking on his tongue. Kurt broke the kiss, and looked into Nigel's eyes, rubbing his thumbs over Nigel's cheek bones. "Lay down the law. Lay me down slow. Take hold of me." Kurt whispered the lyrics. "Trying to tell me something?"
Nigel leaned into Kurt, kissing across his chest. "Nothing you don't already know."
Kurt grabbed Nigel's shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him towards the bed. With his hands still locked behind his back, Nigel had no way to break the fall. He fell across the bed, face and shoulders buried in the mattress, ass high. Kurt pushed a pillow under Nigel's hips, raising his ass just that bit more. He ran his hand down Nigel's spine, caressing the dimples at the end of his tailbone. "God, Nigel! You look hot!"
The OSU student turned his head on the mattress. "Should I be insulted? You only tell me I'm hot when you can't see my face."
Kurt snorted and dug his hands in to Nigel's ass. "Yeah, I can tell you're worried." Kurt kicked off his shoes, pushed his jeans down, and kicked them away. No socks or underwear tonight to slow him down. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while he played with Nigel's balls with the other. Shrugging out of his shirt, Kurt pressed both hands up the back of Nigel's thighs, curled them around the other man's hips, and down over his ass. Each pass over the OSU student's ass was slightly different; clenched fingers, open palm, slaps.
Nigel thrust up into Kurt's hands. Kurt knelt down behind his lover, and pulled his ass close. He licked over Nigel's balls, and then back, over the perineum, up the crease. His lips and tongue played over and around Nigel's opening. Kurt took his time, turning often to bite stinging kisses into Nigel's ass.
Kurt could see Nigel's fingers twisting together, as he strained against the cuffs, trying to expel some of the tension building up inside him. Kurt stabbed his tongue into Nigel, in time to Nigel's groans. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck!"
Kurt slicked his fingers, and continued what his tongue had started. "Kurt, Kurt, please! I need to move!"
Kurt added a third finger. "I know, baby, soon." Kurt twisted his fingers until he pressed over a small thicker patch. "KURT!" A few more passes over that small nerve cluster and Kurt withdrew his fingers. He removed the cuff on Nigel's right wrist and attached it to his own wrist, the silver chain linking them together. He helped Nigel to turn onto his back, and knelt between his lover's legs. Kurt grabbed Nigel's hips, and pulled him higher, onto his thighs.
Nigel's left hand, which was chained to Kurt's right, moved as Kurt moved. The OSU student reached for Kurt with his right hand, touching any part of Kurt he could; shoulder, neck, side, and hip. He ran his fingers through Kurt's hair.
Kurt lubed up, and aligned himself. He entered Nigel in one thrust, and stopped, to feel Nigel pulse around him. Anchoring himself with his left hand on Nigel's hip; Kurt thrust. Nigel's eyes closed, and he arched up, into Kurt. Nigel's free hand moved to Kurt's ass, to pull him even closer.
Kurt closed his right hand around Nigel's cock. Nigel's hand moved with Kurt's, both linked by the silver chain. Together they pumped Nigel's cock.
Nigel watched their hands moving together, a matched set in black leather and silver, and gasped out to Kurt. "Now… that's …hot!"
Kurt shifted his hips, just enough to …."Fuck!" Nigel shot over both their hands. That sight, plus the feel of Nigel's ass clamping down around his cock…and Kurt was done, collapsing down beside Nigel, their linked hands stretched out across Nigel's chest.
When Kurt had the energy to move, he curled into Nigel, his head tucked into the OSU student's shoulder. Nigel stroked his fingers through Kurt's hair, and trailed them down his back.
Kurt tilted his head back to look at Nigel. "SO much better than poker!"