Chapter 27: Plans
"Kurt!" Finn stood at the top of the staircase and bellowed. "Dinner!"
Kurt hit print. "Be right there." Sometime during the night, it had occurred to him that he needed something to do while Nigel was at work. He couldn't just watch TV, and play video games for two months. He could only imagine what his father would have to say about that!
He'd been doing research since he got home from school. He had found every day camp with an arts program in Boston. Most of their websites accepted online applications, only two required snail mail. Kurt gathered up the applications the printer had spit out. He'd fill them out after dinner and post them in the morning. Game plan in motion, Kurt headed up the stairs.
Kurt pushed food around on his plate, too nervous to eat. He was trying to decide on the best way to bring up the Boston topic, when Burt solved the problem for him.
"Carole says Nigel dropped by last night?"
Kurt looked at Carole, and took a deep breath. "Yeah, he wanted to talk to me about summer vacation."
Finn cut into his chicken, not really paying attention to the conversation until he noticed his mother nod at Kurt and give him a small smile of encouragement. His eyes flicked to Kurt. His step-brother's posture was always good, but tonight he looked like a cadet on military parade. Finn wasn't Sherlock Holmes, he wasn't even Watson, but he knew Kurt; something was definitely up.
"Summer vacation? It's only February." Burt's tension detector wasn't at its most effective, after a long day dealing with cars and customers.
"Nigel's new job starts in May." Kurt forced himself to meet his father's eyes. "He asked me to spend the summer with him."
Burt's fork dropped. "In Boston?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
"I thought you were going to work this summer?"
"I am. I'm applying for a job as a day camp counselor. Boston has a lot of camps that specialize in the arts; music, theatre, dance." Kurt smiled at his father. "I can't just sit around the apartment all day, while Nigel is at work."
Burt sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows pinching together the way they did when he was NOT HAPPY. Kurt hadn't liked that look on his father's face when he was a kid, and he didn't like it any better now. Burt growled. "So, you've got this all planned?"
"Well, Nigel only asked me last night. But, providing I can find a summer job in Boston, I'd like to do this, yes."
"Kurt, you're leaving for college in September, and now, you're telling me that you'll be gone for the summer too. I don't like it!" Burt was too agitated to sit any longer. He got up and put his plate in the sink. He wasn't ready, not yet. Kurt had been on a rocket to adulthood ever since he met Nigel. Maybe he was ready for this, but Burt was not.
When he sat back down, Carole smiled at him, and squeezed his hand in sympathy. "Kurt's going to be in New York next year, and Nigel's going to be in Boston. They just want some time together before that happens."
Burt frowned at his wife, traitor! He was not happy about this and he wouldn't pretend that he was. "Well, you're almost 19. I guess I can't stop you, now, can I?"
"It doesn't matter how old I am, what you think is always going to be important to me."
Kurt's words were sincere and they started tiny tears in Burt's heart. When he felt the tears start to fill his eyes, he grumped to save face. "I liked you a lot better when you were 9!"
Kurt laughed, and hugged Burt. "Thanks, Dad."
Kurt jumped up and started clearing the plates. "Finn, get the ice cream!"
Carole smiled at Burt, proud of him for giving Kurt this. Burt sighed, and smiled back. "I guess I'm going to have to learn that Skype thing."
"What did he say?"
Kurt laughed. "Hello, to you to Nigel."
"Come on, Kurt. I'm dying here."
Kurt curled up among his pillows, and got comfortable. "Well, he wasn't happy about it, of course. But, eventually he said okay."
"Really?" Kurt could hear the happy in Nigel's voice.
Kurt laughed. "No, what he actually said was, 'I liked you a lot better when you were 9', but he meant 'okay, you can go'."
"Oh, babe, you have no idea how happy I am!"
"I think I know exactly." Kurt smiled at his boyfriend even though Nigel couldn't see him. He slid down on his bed, his Blackberry at his ear. "Nigel, when you buy a bed for your new place. Get a four poster bed."
Kurt could hear rustling. He knew Nigel was pulling pillows into position behind his back. "I'm only going to be there a few years, Kurt. I wasn't planning on getting anything fancy."
"Hmmm, better yet, get one that has a metal head and foot board, brass or wrought iron, with rails. I'll email you a picture."
"Fine, if it's that important to you, but I'll wait till you get to Boston. We can shop for it together."
"No, you won't." Kurt's voice suddenly went to dark velvet, and that tone went straight to Nigel's cock. "You will buy the bed, and it will be ready when I get there. I've got plans for it, and for you."
Nigel's hand slid into his sleep pants. "Tell me."
"No. I want it to be a surprise."
"Kurt, please. Please, Kurt."
"Not fair, Dennison. You know what that word does to me." Kurt pushed the cotton boxer style shorts he slept in, down. He wriggled until they were off.
"Fair, Hummel. You know what it does to me, when you do that thing with your voice. Now, tell me, please, Kurt!"
Kurt sighed, his hand gliding lightly up and down his shaft. "You're wearing your black leather cuffs."
Nigel stroked his inner thighs, and curled his fingers around his balls, trying to imitate Kurt's touch. He closed his eyes, seeing himself on a bed, in his cuffs, with Kurt. "Please!"
"You're on your back, spread out on the bed, wrists and ankles tied to the bed rails. You can't move Nigel. You're open to me, for me." Kurt's touch on his own cock was faster now, harder.
"Yes." Nigel's fingers were tight at the base of his cock, listening to Kurt's voice, seeing the image behind his eyelids.
"I lean over you and cover your eyes with a blind fold."
"Kurt, no, I want to see you." Nigel's hand moved now, up and over the head, his cock slick as his arousal spiraled.
"You will see me, babe." Kurt's voice sent tremors through Nigel's body. "But first you'll feel me."
Nigel's head went back, as his back arched. He didn't try to stop the whimpers that slid past his lips. "Please, Kurt."
"Feel me, Nigel." Kurt's voice was a command, and Nigel shot over himself. "Kurt!"
Kurt didn't need to see Nigel, to know how he looked right now, as he lost it. The choppy sound of his breathing, the sound of his own name on Nigel's lips, was all it took for Kurt.
Silence on the phone as they waited for the sighs and shudders to slow, and finally stop.
"Buy the bed, Nigel."
"Yes, Sir." Nigel's voice carried his smile.
Kurt laughed. "Night, babe."
"Night, Kurt."