Chapter 43: Just Us
Kurt stretched, eyes still closed, way too comfortable to actually wake up. Not yet. He rolled over and snuggled into a pillow. Softly, a whisper of a scent nudged him awake. His eyes blinked open to a room that wasn't his, a sterile empty room, with naked beige walls, and no furniture. Puzzled, he lifted his head off the pillow and scanned the unfamiliar room. Nothing, except for a digital clock, and a phone sitting on an overturned wastebasket, and the bed he was in. He focused on the black iron bed rails, and snap, it was all there. Pictures collided in his mind, memories of last night, this room, this bed, Nigel.
He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms over his head, grinning up at the ugly stucco ceiling. It's amazing how inconceivably better sex was when you didn't have to worry about how much noise you were making or whether some clueless relative was going to burst in on you. He could definitely get used to this. Oh, yes, Boston was now, officially, his favourite place in the world!
Still more asleep than awake, his brain labouriosly completed the loop from great sex, to Nigel, to why was he in bed alone? Kurt considered calling out for his missing boyfriend, but decided that Nigel didn't need to experience his morning breath. He threw back the covers and padded over to the tiny en suite.
Face freshly scrubbed, and mouth back to human, Kurt stepped into the bedroom, looking for … oh, right, except for his toiletries bag, he hadn't unpacked last night. His clothes were still in his suitcase in the living room. Leaving the bedroom, the scent of coffee changed his priorities. Naked, he walked into Nigel's cubby hole of a kitchen.
Nigel stood at the counter, facing away from Kurt. Kurt watched as his boyfriend opened a lower cabinet door, and bent to get something. Oh, yes, he loved Boston! Nigel was naked except for a T-shirt that covered nothing when he bent like that. Kurt looked down his own body, as he felt his cock twitch. Really? You didn't get enough last night?
Nigel turned from the kitchen counter, a coffee mug in each hand. "Hey, you're up. I was going to bring you coffee in bed." He handed Kurt one mug, and leaned against the counter.
As Kurt inhaled his coffee, he could actually feel his brain waking up. He closed his eyes, savouring that first taste.
Nigel took a sip of his own coffee while he drank in the sight of a very naked Kurt. A naked Kurt here, in his apartment, here, every day for two months, here! He put his mug down, and went to his knees in front of his boyfriend. "Good morning, sweetheart."
Kurt laughed. "Nigel, you know you're talking to my dick, right? It's not going to answer you."
Nigel ran his hands up Kurt's inner thighs. He palmed Kurt's sac, rubbing a thumb gently over his balls. He traced a finger up the underside of Kurt's rapidly awakening cock. "Oh, I don't know." Nigel looked up at Kurt, and grinned. "We seem to be communicating very well." He bent his head and licked around the crown.
"Shit!" Kurt closed his eyes, his mug jerking in his hand.
Nigel heard the coffee slosh in the mug, and looked up. "Kurt, put the coffee down!"
Nigel locked the front door behind Kurt. "So, how long is this thing supposed to last?"
Kurt shrugged, as they walked to the elevators. "Not sure. It's an orientation for the new counselors, an hour?"
Entering the elevator, Nigel pushed the button for the parking garage. "Okay, I'll find a coffee shop. Text me when you're done."
"Do you know where the day camp is?"
"I googled it while you were in the shower. It's not far, just south of here in Chinatown."
Kurt tried to see everything, every store, and restaurant, and office tower, everything, as Nigel drove. He was prepared to like it all, because, hey, it wasn't Lima, and Nigel was here. Those two reasons were all Kurt needed to be ecstatic.
Google was right. Wang Day Camp wasn't far. Kurt checked his watch, as they pulled into the parking lot, less than 10 minutes. He undid his seatbelt and turned to Nigel. "I'm a little early." Kurt tilted his head slightly and looked through his lashes at his boyfriend. "Think we can find something to do?"
Nigel grinned and clicked his seatbelt open.
Nigel couldn't help smiling as he watched Kurt walk to the car. God, it was good to have him here!
Kurt opened the passenger door, and slid into the seat, arms full of T-shirts and papers. He tried to wrestle his seatbelt on, around the camp paraphernalia in his lap.
"How'd it go?" Nigel glanced at Kurt as he started the car.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "The Head Counselor talked for an hour. If he said sunblock once, he said it a thousand times. We get it! Sun bad!"
Nigel laughed. "That's it? That's what you're going to be doing all summer?"
"Yeah, I should buy stock in Coppertone!" Kurt ran his fingers over the camp logo on the T-shirts. "And I get to wear these designer T-shirts." He held one up to his chest. "Camp Wang."
"Fortunately for you, you look good in anything." Nigel leered. "Or nothing."
"Compliments, nice!" Kurt reached over and squeezed Nigel's thigh. "Keep that up and you just might get laid tonight."
Nigel smirked at Kurt as he turned left out of the parking lot. "Did you do something different with your hair? It looks really good today. You know, your shirt picks up the blue in your eyes, and …"
Kurt made an attempt to look affronted, an effort ruined by his laughter. "You think I'm that easy, Dennison?"
Nigel grinned. "I was hoping."