Chapter 47: First Time
Kismet, the world's first social robot, was adorable in a sci-fi kind of way. Not anywhere near as adorable as his boyfriend, but Kurt was willing to admit that he wasn't entirely objective. Nigel getting his geek on was endearing. It was like watching a puppy, you just had to smile.
"Kurt, did you read this?" Nigel scanned Kismet's tech info, as they waited their turn to talk to the anthropomorphic robotic head. "There are 21 motors crammed in the head and neck. It takes 15 computers and 4 different operating systems to run it. Vision alone uses 9 computers and 4 cameras. It can send and receive social cues, and change its voice quality to mirror its emotions."
"You mean, it can sound happy?"
"Yes! Incredible, isn't it?"
"Yes." Kurt nodded, and smiled at his boyfriend, but he wasn't talking about the robot.
Arthur Ganson's kinetic sculptures held Kurt enthralled. He watched spell-bound as one of the machines went through its never-ending cycle. The little yellow chair broke apart, dispersed into pieces, and then reassembled itself, over and over again.
Nigel walked the exhibit, examined the other sculptures, and returned to find Kurt still standing in front of Cory's Little Yellow Chair. "What do you see?"
"It's life." Kurt moved his hands apart, imitating the chair's explosion. "It's the eternal cycle; life and death, and life again."
Nigel put his arm around Kurt's shoulders. They stood together, absorbing the metal art in silence.
Driving back across the Harvard Bridge from Cambridge, they stopped at Quincy Market, looking for Nigel's gelato. The tables inside the market were crowded, but they were more than happy to sit outside in the afternoon sun.
Nigel took a scoop of his Cookies & Cream. "Anyone hear from Finn?"
Kurt shook his head. "Carole got a text so she wouldn't worry, but that's it."
"What about Rachel?"
"No, nothing. She's angry, mostly because she's hurt. One minute they're getting married, and the next minute he's gone." Kurt smirked. "She has this silly idea that he should have talked to her before he altered the course of his life and hers by enlisting."
Nigel licked the last of his gelato off his spoon. "I still can't believe he did that."
"I tried to talk him out of it." Kurt pushed his gelato across the table. "Here, I had enough."
"Enough Cookies & Cream? Not possible!"
Kurt leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, head tipped back to feel the sun on his face.
Nigel finished Kurt's gelato, and threw both of the empty cups in the trash. Returning to their table, he held his hand out to the younger man. "Can we please go home now?"
Kurt laughed as he took Nigel's hand, and let the analyst tug him from his seat. "Yes."
The drive home was traded smiles, and searing looks, and hands reaching across the gear shift to stroke thighs.
As the elevator door from the parking level of Nigel's building slid shut, Kurt stood by the control panel, and Nigel leaned against the wall opposite him. They stared at each other across the small space, seeing their bodies already naked and hearing the echo of needy moans.
Kurt stepped out of the elevator first, scanned the empty hallway, and backed his boyfriend up against the wall. Nigel pulled Kurt close, arms tight across the McKinley graduate's back, one hand dropping down to mold his boyfriend's ass.
"Daniel! Wait for Mommy."
Nigel let Kurt go, just as a toddler escaped through his apartment door. The little boy stopped, and stared at the two strangers in the hallway. Uncertain, he popped his thumb into his mouth. "Lo"
"Hello." Nigel smiled, and Kurt squatted down closer to the little one's eye-level. "Did you lose your mommy?"
"Daniel!" A young woman struggled to push a stroller through the apartment door. "Sorry, he got away from me."
"Yeah, they do that." Kurt stood up, smiling. "Hi, I'm Kurt. I'm a counselor at Camp Wang. I know how fast these little guys can be."
The woman rolled her eyes as she locked her door. "He's fast and he's quiet; a deadly combination!" She smiled at Kurt and Nigel as she picked up her son. "I'm Susan. This is Daniel, the determined."
"Hi, Daniel. I'm Nigel."
Daniel didn't care who Nigel was. All his attention was devoted to trying to struggle out of his mother's arms.
Susan buckled Daniel into his stroller. "Say goodbye, Daniel."
Daniel waggled the fingers that weren't stuffed in his mouth, and Kurt and Nigel waved back. Susan smiled goodbye as she pushed the stroller towards the elevators.
Nigel laughed as they walked to his apartment door. "I have never seen that kid, not once in two months. Today he decides to pop out of nowhere!" He glanced at Kurt as he unlocked the door. "I think the universe is out to get me!"
Kurt followed Nigel through the door. "The universe will have to wait. You're mine!"
Clothes came off in a flurry of whispers, bites and moans. Kurt glanced at their reflection; entwined naked bodies surrounded by discarded clothes. He focused on the clothes, his mind switching to director mode. Did the clothes ruin the scene he was trying to set, or did they actually enhance it? Deciding that the fallen clothes spoke to the need clawing through their bodies, and thus added to the intensity of the visual, he left them where they were.
"Your choice. What do you want?" Kurt nuzzled into Nigel's neck.
Nigel ran his hands up and down Kurt's arms, and settled them on the younger man's hips. "Remember that night back at my sister's place? I was over your lap, and you said, 'You should see yourself.'" Nigel flushed slightly, but he met Kurt's gaze head-on. "I want to see what you see. I want to see us like that."
Kurt took Nigel's lips, agreement and support in every lick and slide of tongue. "Anything you want."
They took the position they had taken so many times before; Kurt sitting on the edge of the bed, Nigel across his lap. But tonight was different. Tonight, when Nigel rested his head on his crossed arms on the mattress, he turned his head to the right, not the left the way he usually did. Tonight, he turned his head away from Kurt. Tonight, he turned towards the mirror.
"Fuck…" Nigel breathed the word out on a long gasp of surprise. He stared into the mirror transfixed, and then turned to look over his shoulder at Kurt. "You weren't kidding! This has got to be the hottest thing I've seen ever!" He laid his head back down on his arms, staring into the mirror, watching as Kurt's hand stroked down his back.
Kurt had always enjoyed this view. Nigel, over his lap, tripped every sexual switch he had. The mirror increased that pleasure exponentially. Watching himself and Nigel, like this, was hot enough. But, watching Nigel watch them, like this, was even better. Kurt watched his arm rise in the air, and stroke down the length of Nigel's spine. He felt Nigel melt into the caress. Kurt stroked across Nigel's shoulders, down his boyfriend's back, and over his ass.
Nigel could see each touch coming, and he pushed his body up to meet it. Kurt moved his hand between Nigel's thighs, fingers gentle over his lover's balls, his thumb pressing against Nigel's entrance. The analyst moaned under Kurt's touch, and thrust his ass higher into Kurt's hands.
Kurt leaned over Nigel, and spoke close to the other man's ear, as he sucked down the side of his neck. "Now?"
"Yes, please!"
They both watched as Kurt's hand rose and fell, black leather cuff stark against his pale skin. Nigel forced his eyes to stay open, to watch, as Kurt turned his ass to fire. Feeling the heat rush straight to his cock had always been fucking amazing, but watching it….oh, god! Nigel lost the battle with his eyelids. They slid shut as he moaned with pleasure.
Kurt watched Nigel's response in the mirror. When Nigel's eyes shut, Kurt slipped off the bed. Sitting on the floor, he cradled Nigel in his lap, the analyst's back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, he curled his hand around Nigel's cock. "Nigel, Nigel." Kurt waited till Nigel opened his eyes. "Watch."
Nigel tipped his head back against Kurt's shoulder, but he kept his eyes on the mirror. He watched Kurt's hand pump his cock, black cuff rising and falling, fast, sure. He thrust his cock into Kurt's hand, and his very sore backside down against Kurt's thighs. His balls drew up tight, and he groaned, his eyes sliding shut. Perfect! Oh, god, so fucking perfect! "Kurt!"
Kurt washed the spunk off, and returned to find Nigel looking over his shoulder trying to see his ass in the mirror. "Holy shit!" He grinned at Kurt. "No wonder my ass feels like it's burning. I've never seen skin this red."
Kurt laughed as he stood beside Nigel, looking into the mirror with him. "That's nothing. You should see it when I use the paddle."
Nigel snuggled into Kurt's side, head on the younger man's shoulder. "Next time." He moved his hand down Kurt's chest, across his hip, and wrapped it around Kurt's very erect penis. "Your turn?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes." He thrust into Nigel's hand a few times and then pulled away. He unbuckled the cuff from his wrist and unwinding the connecting chain, transferred the cuff to Nigel's wrist.
Nigel touched the leather on his wrists, anticipation sparking in the green eyes behind the glasses. Kurt lifted the glasses off Nigel's face, and put them on the over turned waste basket that Nigel thought was an appropriate substitute for a night table. Kurt placed his hands on Nigel's shoulders, and moved them down each arm to the wrist. He pressed the cuffs against Nigel's thighs, and Nigel knew not to move his hands, to keep them at his side until Kurt decided otherwise.
Kurt opened the top drawer in the walk-in closet, and took out the blind fold he had bought just before he left Lima. The website described the leather as soft, and supple enough to mold to the wearer's face. Kurt had taken one look at it and wanted it for Nigel.
He held the strip of black leather suspended between his hands so that Nigel could see it. "I think you'll like this one better than the silk one." He moved around behind Nigel, tying the strings at the back of his boyfriend's head. "How does it feel?"
"Kurt, really, a blind fold? How am I supposed to see us in the mirror?" Nigel wasn't angry, more exasperated, and amused.
Kurt walked around Nigel, and stood in front of his lover. "You're right. It makes no sense, I know it." Kurt touched Nigel's lips, and drew his hands down his chest. "But I can't bear to take it off. You look so fucking perfect, I want to lock you up and never let you go."
Nigel smiled in spite of himself. "Can't say I don't like the sound of that."
Kurt put his hands on Nigel's hips. "There's got to be a way to make this work for both of us." He leaned his forehead against Nigel's, thinking. "If you agree to wear the blind fold I'll take a picture of you in it so that you can see what I see." He bit Nigel's ear lobe. "God, Nigel, I look at you like this and all I can think is 'I want, I want, mine!' I promise to remove the blind fold when I fuck you, so that you can watch us in the mirror." He trailed his fingers softly over Nigel's still tender backside.
Nigel moaned and pushed back against Kurt's hands. "You don't play fair."
Kurt delivered a light slap, and Nigel shuddered against him. "I want to win." Kurt pressed his erection into Nigel. "You want me to win."
Nigel turned his face against Kurt's shoulder, and pressed a kiss into his neck. "Yes."
Kurt had the silver connecting chain threaded through the iron bed posts, cuffing Nigel to the bed, in seconds. He knelt between Nigel's legs and took tiny stinging bites out of his inner thighs, smiling as Nigel's cock tried to rise again. Climbing off the bed, Kurt fumbled on the floor for his jeans, retrieving his phone. He took a picture of Nigel tied to the bed; black cuffs, black blind fold, black bed posts, stark, and erotic, and perfect against the white sheets.
Dropping the phone on top of the discarded clothes on the floor, Kurt took the lube from the ersatz night table, and tucked it under the pillow next to Nigel. Kneeling beside his boyfriend, he kissed the sensitive under side of Nigel's arm, and licked into the elbow crease. Linking his hands over Nigel's, where they were cuffed against the bed posts, Kurt stretched out on top of his lover. He opened his mouth over Nigel's and devoured the financial analyst, one tongue fuck at a time.
Kurt moved his head down, and tormented Nigel's nipples, biting until Nigel groaned beneath him.
"How do you do it?"
Kurt lifted his head, and blew on the nipple he had been nipping. "What?"
"How do you hold me helpless, blind folded and cuffed, and make me feel stronger, more certain of myself, more free … like I'm standing on top of the world?"
"It's not what I do, Nigel." Kurt slid down his lover's body, until he laid his head along Nigel's inner thigh. "It's what we do together." He kissed along the length of Nigel's fully recovered cock. "It works both ways you know."
Moving to one side, Kurt rolled Nigel over, and urged him back onto his knees. The colour on Nigel's ass had faded to a pale blush. Kurt sent his hand down on Nigel at full force. Nigel yelped and jerked against his cuffs. He slammed his hand down until his handprints stood out white against the flushed skin.
Kurt grabbed the lube and slicked his cock and his fingers. He made fast work of prepping Nigel, and entered in one deep push. Nigel groaned, and dropped his head down between arms that were still locked to the bed. Kurt leaned over Nigel, and untied the strings of the blind fold. "Watch, Nigel."
Nigel turned his head, and …."Kurt, I can't…" before Nigel had even finished the sentence, Kurt had reached over, grabbed his glasses, and slipped them into place.
Nigel didn't take his eyes off the mirror as he watched Kurt kneel up behind him, and pound into him. "Yes, oh fuck!"
Spooned behind Kurt, his head on Kurt's shoulder, his hand cupped around Kurt's tired cock, Nigel looked into the mirror and grinned at his boyfriend. "Best décor decision I will ever make. Worth every fucking penny!"