Chapter 30: Better
Nigel curved one hand around Kurt's neck, his thumb brushing his boyfriend's jaw. "And into the future?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes." He reached for Nigel's mouth, and Nigel was waiting for him, gentle heat.
Their clothes came off slowly, in silence. Glances and touches, lips and hands; bodies heating and branding each other. The candles weren't the only addition Nigel had made. Kurt pushed Nigel back, followed him down, and realized that they weren't on scratchy carpet. They were lying on piled comforters and soft pillows. Nice floated into Kurt's mind but drifted out again before it was ever was voiced. Nipping bites into Nigel's shoulders, and grinding against his cock took precedence.
Nigel traced Kurt's spine, kneaded his ass, and pulled his cheeks apart, pressing lightly over his hole. Kurt sat back on his heels, kneeling between Nigel's legs. He stroked slowly over the OSU student's cock, eyes locked on his boyfriend. Nigel ran both hands down Kurt's arms, and then traced his hips and thighs. He nodded to his right, and Kurt turned to find what he liked to call 'accessories'.
He picked up a butt plug, and turned it over in his hands. "Is this the same one?"
"Yep." Nigel smiled up at Kurt. "I'm sentimental like that."
Kurt played with the toy, running it over Nigel's cock. "I seem to remember you were a little nervous."
Nigel snorted. "Nervous! You almost gave me a heart attack. I had visions of my supervisor bursting in; wondering what was taking me so long."
Kurt leaned down and slid his tongue across Nigel's lips. "But you did it anyway."
Nigel shrugged. "I figured I could always get another job, but where was I going to get another you."
"I would have kept coming to the store, even if you had said no."
"Sure, now you tell me!"
Kurt laughed, and putting the butt plug back, he picked up another toy. "We never used this in here." He slid his fingers over soft leather.
"No, that's the one you promised me that first night you brought me home for dinner."
"I remember." Kurt grabbed Nigel's hip and nudged him over onto his side. He swung the paddle twice against his ass. Nigel laughed as Kurt released his hip. "You told my father that I was the one in control."
"Well, you were."
"I still can't believe you said that. There I was choking, my father slapping my back, and you were sitting there smiling. I wanted to kill you."
Nigel touched the paddle in Kurt's hand. "You can try."
Kurt slid the paddle down Nigel's chest and put it aside. "Not tonight. Tonight I want it to be just us."
Nigel nodded. "Whatever you want."
Kurt covered Nigel, pressed full length, flat against him. He clasped their hands together, and raised them, still joined, over Nigel's head. He ate into Nigel's mouth. Nigel arched into Kurt, pushing up until there wasn't a millimeter between them.
Kurt drew back, and urged Nigel onto his stomach. He used his hands, long sweeps down Nigel's back. He massaged shoulder, and spine, and buttocks. He retraced the same path with lips, and teeth. Nigel moaned under him, as he kneaded his ass. Kurt slicked two fingers and entered the man beneath him, one hand still tracing back, hip, and thigh. He leaned over Nigel, kissed the nape of his neck, and then pulling at his hips, he urged him up onto his knees. Kurt stretched three fingers into Nigel, thrusting slowly.
"I'm good, babe." Nigel reached back and touched Kurt's thigh.
Kurt slicked himself, and knelt behind Nigel. He pushed in, sure but slow, so that Nigel could feel the invasion. Kurt wrapped his arms around Nigel, crossing them over his lover's chest. He sank back on his heels, pulling Nigel back, over his thighs, Nigel's back against Kurt's chest. Kurt snapped his hips up, Nigel pushed down; between them, they created a harmony.
Holding Nigel close with one hand, Kurt dropped the other to fist around his boyfriend's cock. He rested his head against Nigel's shoulder blade, opening his mouth over the skin, small bites and licks. Kurt's hand glided over the head of Nigel's penis, and Nigel reached a hand to cover Kurt's. "Not yet." He snagged a pillow, and pulled it closer. Kurt released Nigel, letting him slide forward, onto his stomach. Nigel reached back, and pulled Kurt with him.
One hand clasping Nigel's, Kurt moved in his lover, faster, harder. His breathing altered as he got close. Nigel arched his back, whispering 'yes' over and over again. Kurt came first. He collapsed beside his boyfriend, pulling Nigel onto his side. It only took a few strokes, Kurt's fingers pressing just right along the ridge, and Nigel came.
Curled around each other, they didn't move until their heart rates dropped back into the 'I can talk without gasping' range. Eventually, Nigel stretched out an arm and grabbed the disposable wipes, handing some to Kurt. They wiped off, and snuggled back together, Kurt tucked into Nigel's arms. "This…" Kurt waved a hand, indicating the room, the candles, themselves. "…was the best Valentine's idea ever." He tipped his head and kissed Nigel's jaw. "Thank you."
"Well, it's been awhile since we did this."
Kurt threaded his fingers through Nigel's. "It's different now, though, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's…" Nigel paused searching for the right word.
Kurt turned in his arms, tipping his head back to see his boyfriend.
They spoke at the same time, the same word. "Better."