Chapter 40: Before You Go

Nigel sat on the bed and ran his finger down the bridge of a sleeping Kurt's nose. "Babe?"

"Hmmm?" Kurt shifted closer to Nigel, still half asleep.

"I'm going to my sister's for breakfast. I'll be back before you get up."

Kurt pried one eye open. "What time is it?"

Nigel checked his watch. "Seven forty-six."

"Go away!" Kurt buried his head under the pillow.

Nigel had to smile. His man was definitely not a morning person. He threaded his fingers through Kurt's hair, and dropped a kiss on his forehead. "Go back to sleep. I'll see you later."

Kurt listened as Nigel's footsteps crossed the room. He dragged himself up onto one elbow. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Nigel turned at the bottom of the staircase, and took in the sight of a Kurt that he hoped no one else would get to see, ever. Hair messed and sleep flushed, in other words, insanely touchable.

"What I want…" Nigel leered. "…is to crawl back into bed with you."

Kurt threw the covers back. "Good idea!"

Nigel shook his head, and backed up onto the first step, as if he didn't trust himself not to do just that. "I promised Claire and the kids."

Kurt sighed and snuggled back into his nest of blankets. "You're right, go. But your ass better be back in this bed when I wake up." Kurt tucked a pillow under his neck. "I've got plans for it."

Nigel groaned. "Jesus, Kurt! How am I supposed to leave when you say stuff like that?"

Kurt grinned. "Beat it, Dennison. Angie doesn't like to wait for her chocolate chip pancakes."

"Okay, I'm going." Nigel stopped half way up the staircase, and leaned over the railing. "Just out of curiosity, exactly what are your plans for my ass?"

Kurt snagged the second pillow off the bed, and tossed it at Nigel. "Leave!"

"Angie, be careful. It's hot." Claire flipped pancakes while her daughter waited impatiently, eyes glued to the grill. She smiled at Nigel. "How was Prom?"

"Better than last year!" Nigel poured orange juice into four glasses. "Any prom where Kurt isn't elected Prom Queen is, by definition, an amazing prom."

Claire laughed as she unplugged the grill and transferred the pancakes to a plate. "Angie, tell Tommy breakfast is ready. No." Claire forestalled the ensuing yell. "Go and tell him, do not scream all over the house."

Nigel grinned at his sister as Angie stomped out of the kitchen. "When did you turn into Mom?"

"Shut up!" Claire shoved her brother as she put the pancakes on the table.

Nigel laughed and poured coffee for Claire and himself. "What's been happening here?"

Claire forked pancakes onto the kids' plates. "Not much. Tommy's teacher says he's not trying." Claire rolled her eyes and Nigel laughed. "Angie's got a new friend. They live and breathe Monster High." Claire sat and sipped her coffee. "Kurt stops by a lot. He still takes Tommy to Hummel Tires on Saturday morning. He takes Angie shopping sometimes when I need a break." Claire glared at her brother over her mug. "You better not let him get away, Nigel. There isn't ever going to be anyone better than Kurt."

Nigel put his coffee down, and reached across the table to take Claire's hand. "Kurt's not going anywhere. Not if I can help it."

"Uncle Nigel!" Tommy ran into the kitchen, Angie trailing behind him. "Did you get me a Red Sox cap?"

"Nigel, dude..." Finn opened the front door, surprised to find Nigel on the doorstep. "I thought you slept here last night?"

"I did. I had breakfast at my sister's place." Nigel followed Finn into the kitchen. Burt was buried behind a newspaper, and Carole was getting coffee.

"Nigel, you were up and out early." Carole smiled. "How was Prom?"

"Good, good." Nigel noticed Finn scanning the table around his cereal bowl, and passed him a spoon.

"Finn was just telling us..." Carole took her toast and coffee, and pulled out a chair beside her husband. "… Rachel was elected Prom Queen."

"Yes, I was really, really, happy to hear her name called." Nigel pulled out the chair that Kurt usually used.

Finn laughed. "Yeah, I bet!" He glanced at Carole and Nigel. "Kurt was standing on the platform with us. I thought he was going to pass out when Figgins announced…" Finn altered his speech patterns trying to imitate the principal's precise diction. "For the second year in a row; prom anarchy. With the majority of write-in votes, this year's Senior Prom Queen is…" Finn switched to his normal voice. "Kurt almost had a stroke."

Burt folded his newspaper away. "As long as they're not making fun of my son, I don't care who wins. But I'm happy for Rachel." Burt warmed his hands around his coffee mug, and turned to Nigel. "I hear Tommy's a real help at the tire shop."

"I don't know about that, but he loves it." Nigel stood and got out a coffee mug. "I take it Kurt isn't awake yet?"

Burt smiled at his son's boyfriend. "Anyone who wakes Kurt on a Sunday morning is taking their life in their hands."

"Oh, I know." Nigel poured coffee into the mug, and grinned at Burt as he held it aloft. "Which is why I'm going to hide behind this mug until he decides to let me live."

Nigel put the coffee down on Kurt's night table, and sat on the bed beside his comatose boyfriend. He waited for the aroma to waft Kurt into consciousness.

Eyelashes fluttered, his nose twitched, and then a smile curved the lips that Nigel loved. "Ummm, coffee?" The word emerged mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

Nigel held the mug for his boyfriend, as Kurt wrestled himself into a sitting position against the headboard. He passed Kurt the mug, and watched in silence as he inhaled the coffee. Kurt couldn't really handle the complexities of language until the caffeine hit his system.

Finally, his boyfriend sighed, and lowered the mug, his crystal eyes glowing with happiness. "Good morning, you!"

Nigel chuckled as he glanced at his watch. "Morning? It's almost noon."

Kurt put the half empty mug on his night stand, and pulled Nigel down onto the bed, next to him. "I wouldn't mind waking up like this every morning."

Nigel sat curled into Kurt, his head propped on Kurt's shoulder. "I can arrange that. Just as soon as school's over, and you come to Boston."

Kurt tilted his head back against the headboard, and closed his eyes with a groan. "That's more than three weeks away."

Nigel reached a hand up, his fingers warm against Kurt's face. "I'm here now."

Kurt slid down the bed, pulling Nigel with him, until they were lying side by side. "What time is your plane?"

"Nine. We have all afternoon. We can have dinner together before I have to leave for the airport." Nigel tugged on Kurt's hips pulling the younger man over him. He grinned up into crystal eyes and spread his legs, making room for Kurt between them. "Now, perhaps, you'd care to tell me what your plans were this morning?" Nigel squeezed Kurt's ass through his cotton sleep pants. "You know; the plans you had for my ass?"

Kurt ground his hardening cock down against the bulge under Nigel's zipper, and smirked at his lover. "I was half asleep, Nigel. I don't really remember…"

The data analyst slipped his hands under the waist band of Kurt's sleep pants. He palmed Kurt's ass, and slid two fingers along the crease, pressing lightly against Kurt's opening. "Maybe I can help you remember."

Kurt rolled off Nigel, and grabbed his phone off the night table. He set the alarm for 6 PM, and turned to his boyfriend, pulling his T-shirt off over his head. His eyes darkened as they roamed his boyfriend's body, Images of exactly what he was going to do to that body, tripped over each other in his brain. He knelt on the bed, and pushed his sleep pants down over his hips, pleased to see Nigel's eyes lock onto his cock.

Nigel reached a hand out to touch Kurt, needing to feel the hot silken skin beneath his fingers, needing. Kurt grabbed his wrist, and Nigel turned startled eyes to his lover.

"You're not touching me, Nigel." Kurt stood, and kicked his sleep pants off. He fished the lube out of the night table drawer, and climbed back onto the bed. "You're not touching me and I'm not touching you."

Nigel sat up facing Kurt, heat and impatience in his voice. "I've got to tell you, Kurt, I really don't like the sound of that."

"But you're going to do …" Kurt locked eyes with his lover. "… exactly what I tell you to do, Nigel."

Aw, shit, Kurt had shifted into his dominant voice, and Nigel could never say no to that voice. He lowered his eyes, and then his head. "Of course."

"Take your clothes off."

Nigel was off the bed in a shot, clothes flying everywhere. Naked he stood by the bed, waiting for his next instruction.

Kurt ran his eyes over his lover, looking for any sign that Nigel was unhappy. His boyfriend's cock was hard. His skin was starting to flush, and… "Nigel, look at me." His eyes were as eager as his cock. "Lie down, on your back."

Kurt waited while Nigel settled, and then handed him the lube. "You're going to prep yourself."

Nigel took the lube and slicked his fingers. He had no idea where Kurt was headed with this, but he didn't care anymore.

Kurt sat at Nigel's hip, his legs curled under him. "Look at me." Kurt's voice had changed yet again. It was intimate, seductive, compelling, a siren call to Nigel's soul. "Bring your legs up, Nigel." Kurt nodded as Nigel complied, his feet flat on the bed. "Rub over your hole. Keep your eyes on me, Nigel. Two fingers over your hole, around. That's it."

It was awkward, doing this to himself, the angle wasn't quite right. Kurt leaned over him, his crystal eyes locked on Nigel's green ones, and Nigel forgot about the awkward angle. Kurt's words created a fog of lust that made Nigel's heart beat faster, and his cock weep. Kurt whispered instructions and Nigel obeyed. Kurt never touched him, not once, but Nigel's skin burned as if he had. Lost in the lure of Kurt's eyes and voice, Nigel was vaguely aware that he was touching himself, but he would swear that he felt Kurt.

The whispered instructions continued, and Nigel found himself three fingers in, thrusting his hips, needing Kurt. "Kurt, please."

His eyes on Nigel's, Kurt stroked his own cock, slicking it with lube, and then knelt between Nigel's legs. He pulled Nigel's legs high, resting them on his shoulders, and entered slowly, one long push. Embedded, he leaned over his boyfriend, and threaded his fingers through Nigel's. He held Nigel's hands flat against the mattress, on either side of his head, and looked down into Nigel's eyes.

Nigel looked up, his eyes widening with questions, as he realized that Kurt was not moving, that Kurt had no intention of moving. "Kurt?"

"Shhh! Wait."

The room was silent, but for the sound of their breathing.

"Don't move."

Just when Nigel was ready to scream with frustration, Kurt spoke softly. "Can you feel it?"

Nigel had no fucking idea what Kurt was talking about. He opened his mouth to say no, when he felt it. His eyes went wide with surprise, and Kurt smiled down at him. Welded together, absolutely still, he could feel Kurt pulsing inside him, impossibly large, filling him. "Yes." The word slipped out on a sigh. "Yes."

"Good!" Kurt pulled out and slammed back in.

Nigel gasped, and thrust up to meet Kurt's downward stroke. "Fuck! Don't fucking stop." He slid his hands out from under Kurt's and wrapped his arms around the shoulders hovering above him.

Kurt shifted his hips slightly, pushing into Nigel at a better angle, his cock dragging just right over sensitive tissue. "God! Yes! More! Fuck me!"

Nigel moved against the sheets, stretching his legs out. Kurt came out of his ensuite, and burrowed under the covers, his head on Nigel's shoulder, his arm across his boyfriend's chest.

"Where the hell did you come up with that?" Nigel's hand smoothed slow strokes down Kurt's back.

"Well the waiting part, that was in a magazine article I read at the dentist's last week." Kurt lifted away from Nigel so that he could see his face. "The prepping part; that was just because I thought you'd look hot." He grinned at his lover. "I was right."

Nigel rolled until Kurt was underneath him. He traced a hand down Kurt's chest, and across his hip. He slid his hand down Kurt's inner thigh, and pushed his leg aside. He glanced down and stoked over his balls. "I think you'd look hot too, fingering yourself."

Crystal eyes laughed up into green. "Yeah?"

Nigel nodded, and handed Kurt the lube.