Chapter 45: Good Morning
Nigel had been up for hours. He'd had breakfast, started some laundry, Skyped the kids and Claire, gone for a run, and taken a shower. Now, he sat on the edge of the bed watching Kurt sleep. Nigel's eyes feasted on the man in his bed, in his life. He skimmed a finger across Kurt's cheek, and down his neck.
"Go away, Nigel." Kurt groaned and snuggled back into his pillow. He opened one eye, and glared at his boyfriend. "Anyone ever tell you, you're a pain in the ass in the morning." It was Saturday, Kurt didn't have to get up and he deeply resented anyone who tried to tell him otherwise.
Nigel grinned. Kurt, like this, was irresistible. Half-asleep and pissed off, buried in covers, his hair messed and his eyes shooting sparks at him over the top of the sheets. He looked like a really annoyed kitten.
Kurt turned his back on Nigel, and huddled into his cocoon of blankets.
Nigel stood, staring down at his crabby lover. His arm was moving almost before the thought coalesced in his mind. He ripped the covers off Kurt, and flattened himself on top of the younger man. He was now Kurt's blanket.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The words weren't happy, not happy at all. But as Nigel laced his fingers through Kurt's, and kissed the back of his neck, he felt his boyfriend relax beneath him. Nigel kissed and nipped across Kurt's shoulders. God, Kurt felt good!
They'd learned a lot about each other, in the year and a half, they'd been together. Which was why, Nigel knew that Kurt wouldn't stay pissed for long. A tired Kurt was cuddly, and affectionate, and had zero interest in being in control. In Lima, living with their respective families, Nigel hadn't had the opportunity to see a lot of this Kurt. Now that they lived together, he had every intention of capitalizing on this little idiosyncrasy.
Nigel pulled his legs up, and knelt, straddling Kurt's hips. He massaged Kurt's back, digging his thumbs in just under his shoulder blades. Kurt melted into the bed, a soft moan floating on the air. Nigel worked down Kurt's spine, and back up, across his shoulders. He scooted down Kurt's body, kissing and nipping over hips and ass. He ran his tongue down the crease, and sucked into one ass cheek.
"Has anyone ever told you, that you have an award winning ass?"
Kurt turned his head to the side, smiling as he looked at Nigel over his shoulder. "Yeah, there was this one salesman from the Lima mall."
"Cute?"
"Not bad."
Nigel swatted the perfect ass under him, and Kurt laughed.
"Not bad? I'll have you know that salesman is now, a financial analyst with a prestigious Boston bank, and gives transcendent head."
"Transcendent? Right!" Kurt snickered even as he raised his hips, pushing his ass against Nigel's hands.
Nigel took the hint, and settled himself between Kurt's legs. He tugged on Kurt's hips, urging Kurt up on to his knees. Nigel's hands moved down Kurt's legs, and inched up his inner thighs. He played his fingers over Kurt's balls, before palming his ass, spreading him open, and licking into him. Kurt dropped his head down to the mattress, almost liquid under the pleasure.
Nigel could get lost in this forever, feeling Kurt, listening to his sighs and moans. He slipped a hand between Kurt's legs to find him hard, crown wet with pre-cum. He backed away from Kurt, reaching for the lube, and Kurt whined at the loss.
"Shhh! I'm here."
Nigel slicked up and pressed fingers into his boyfriend, two, three. He knelt up behind Kurt, and pressed the head of his cock against Kurt's opening. He held Kurt's hips, urging him gently back onto his cock. Fully embedded, Nigel folded himself over his lover, kissing across his shoulder. "Ready?"
Kurt walked into the living room, wrapped in his robe, hair still wet from his shower. Nigel sat on the couch, playing Call of Duty. "Do you always take advantage of sleeping men?"
Nigel looked up from his laptop, green eyes laughing behind his glasses. "No, just the gorgeous ones in my bed."
Kurt stood in front of Nigel, so close their legs brushed. "That would be me, then."
Nigel slid his laptop onto the couch, and opened his legs so Kurt could stand between them. He took Kurt's hands, and turning them over, kissed the back of each wrist. "That would be you."
Kurt leaned down, and Nigel tipped his head back, offering his mouth. Kurt slid onto the couch, straddling Nigel's lap, owning Nigel with every thrust of his tongue. His hands cupping Kurt's hips, through the robe, Nigel yielded, smiling against Kurt's mouth.
Kurt leaned back, his hands on Nigel's shoulders. "So, any special reason that you woke me up so early?" He smirked at Nigel. "Aside from wanting my body, I mean."
"Kurt, it was after 10!"
"Exactly!"
Nigel sifted his fingers through Kurt's damp hair. "Oh, I don't know, I just thought you wouldn't want to be lying in bed, while they were installing the mirror."
"What?" Kurt jumped off the couch, and sprinted for the bedroom. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Nigel followed his boyfriend, at a much more leisurely pace. He stood in the bedroom doorway, and watched Kurt wrestle into jeans.
"What are you doing?" Kurt looked at Nigel. "Make the bed."
"Kurt, the installers don't care if the bed is made or not."
"Nigel!" Kurt pulled a T-shirt over his head, and glared.
While Kurt rifled through clothes in the walk-in closet, Nigel made the bed.
"How have you been getting dressed all these months without a mirror?" Kurt closed the closet door.
"Because I don't …" Whatever he was going to say was forever obliterated from his brain, as Nigel caught sight of Kurt. He looked amazing, of course; white short sleeved T, black vest opened over black jeans designed to look as if they were forever in danger of falling off his hips. In the week that Kurt had been here, Nigel had got used to seeing him dressed in shorts and Camp Wang T-shirts, so Kurt dressed as Kurt again made quite an impact. But what held Nigel's attention, was the black leather cuff that Kurt was fastening to his wrist.
The world went to white noise, all Nigel's focus on that cuff. Kurt was wearing the companion piece to the cuff Nigel always wore. Kurt was wearing the other half of the hand-cuffs. Fuck! He had wrapped the silver connecting chain around the cuff. It looked good. It looked like a designer piece for a biker, but Nigel knew what it was. He had to remind himself to breathe, just breathe, as images of them together the last time Kurt had worn that cuff, flooded his brain. Their wrists wrapped in black leather, connected by the silver chain, their hands working Nigel's cock together…
Nigel dragged his eyes away from Kurt's wrist, and read the same memory in his boyfriend's eyes. Before he had even registered the intent, Nigel was across the room, on his knees before his lover. He took Kurt's hand, and bowed his head, resting his forehead on the cuff.
Kurt felt…too much! Nigel's reaction fueled his own. He stroked his fingers through Nigel's hair, emotions exploding. He felt powerful, and tender, possessive, and protective. Nigel was his. Kurt was going to do everything in his power to make sure Nigel always wanted to be his.
He bent over his boyfriend, and touched his lips to the dark, soft waves of Nigel's hair.