Chapter 48: Daddy Issues
Nigel was working late. Kurt didn't have anything planned that required real clothes, so when he showered off the sunblock, he threw on an old T-shirt of Nigel's and a pair of sleep pants. Dinner was some left-over chicken, cut up and tossed over spinach, and whatever vegetables he had found in the fridge that didn't smell dangerous. He settled down on the couch in the living room, with his salad, and his laptop, ready for an evening of mindless TV, Skype, and Facebook.
"What does Dave say?" Blaine's unhappy was very clear on Kurt's screen.
"He's says he can't afford to come home very often." Blaine grimaced. "And there's no way my father's going to cough up money for me to visit my boyfriend!"
"Still hoping you're going to go straight, huh?"
"The man's delusional." Blaine tugged on a curl that had escaped the gel. "Dave says we can't predict what's going to happen next year, and we shouldn't put restrictions on ourselves."
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, Nigel told me the same thing. He said he didn't want our relationship to get in the way of me…" Kurt rolled his eyes, as he air quoted Nigel's words. "… fully experiencing my freshman year."
Blaine laughed at the disgust in Kurt's voice. "Yeah? What did you say?"
Kurt shrugged. "I said fine."
"Really? You're going to have an open relationship?" Blaine couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice.
"Not a chance in hell." Kurt grinned at Blaine. "I said that I understood, that I would consider myself free if I meet anyone I'm interested in. But I'm not going to be interested in anyone else, so it's not an issue."
"What about Nigel?"
Blaine watched Kurt become someone else; his face still and just a little scary, before his eyes lit with laughter. "Nigel does not need to 'experience his freshman year'. I am not anywhere near as generous as Nigel."
"Dave's going to meet all kinds of new people, new guys, and I'm stuck here in hetero hickville."
Kurt nodded in sympathy. "There's always Scandals."
"Yeah." Blaine didn't look too happy at that possibility. "Life sucks!"
"New York was great! Oh, Kurt you're going to love it! So, you're definitely going to Parsons?"
"I'm going to Parsons first semester. If I get accepted to NYADA for January, then I'll decide about switching schools."
"I'm so excited!" Rachel didn't look excited. She looked haggard, like she hadn't slept in weeks.
"Still no word from Finn?"
"No." Rachel gave up the attempt to play happy cheerleader. "Kurt, what did I do?"
"You didn't do anything, Rache. This is not about you. It's about Finn, and how he feels about himself."
"But, not to tell me? I would have…"
"Right! You would have understood? Patted him on the head and said, 'Sure, enlist. That's a great idea'. I don't think so."
"Yeah, okay, I wouldn't have understood." Tear filled eyes stared through the screen. "I don't understand."
"Rachel, no one understands. I doubt if Finn himself could explain it."
"My dads want me to move on. How do I do that? I was supposed to be married!"
"Hey, Lady Face! Getting any?" Santana smirked at Kurt.
Kurt grinned. "Lots!"
"That's my boy! So, designer?"
"Yep! At least, till I hear from NYADA about a January admission. What am I missing in Lima?"
"Fuck all. Artie's working for his dad till school starts, Puck's talking about starting a pool business in LA, haven't seen the hobbit for a while."
"What are you and Britt up to?"
"She's drawing astrological charts to predict how many kids we'll have." Santana lost that 'in your face, don't push me edge' as she thought about her girlfriend. "I've got to talk to her. She's pretending that I'm not going away, that things aren't going to change." Santana worried at a cuticle, as she stared into her laptop. "There's going to be other people, Kurt. I can't hurt her like that. I'm going to break up with her."
"Yeah." Kurt sighed. "Lot of that going around. Tina and Mike had the talk. Dave and Blaine… kind of depressing."
Kurt looked up as he heard Nigel's key in the lock. Nigel locked the front door and aimed himself at his boyfriend. Kurt shoved his laptop off the couch, just in time to catch Nigel as the analyst fell onto him. Kurt slid into a horizontal position, his head against the couch's arm rest, and Nigel stretched out beside him.
"Hmmm." Nigel nuzzled into Kurt. "Have I mentioned how much I love coming home to you?"
"Only every night." Kurt threaded his fingers through Nigel's hair. "You have my permission to continue telling me."
Nigel's breath hitched at that tone in Kurt's voice, at the way the younger man had stressed 'permission'. He gasped when Kurt reached down and grabbed his cock through the khakis he wore to work. His grip was tight, the pressure enough to make Nigel's cock go from 0 to 60 in a heartbeat.
Crystal eyes locked with green, as Kurt pulsed his fist around Nigel. "Did you have dinner?"
"What?" Nigel couldn't seem to decipher Kurt's question.
"Dinner, Nigel." Kurt smiled and pumped his fist. "You worked late, did you have dinner?"
Nigel groaned, and thrust his hips. "Yes, yes they…" He arched his back, pressing into Kurt. "… brought food in." Nigel expelled a harsh breath as if completing the sentence had been a monumental effort. He wound his arms around Kurt's neck. "Kurt, please."
Kurt licked Nigel's bottom lip. "Ah…my favourite word." Kurt forced Nigel's head back, claiming his mouth.
Nigel sealed his body to Kurt's. He wanted the layers of cotton between them gone but he couldn't tear himself away from Kurt to get rid of their clothes.
Kurt spoke against Nigel's ear. "Take your clothes off."
Nigel blinked at his boyfriend. He couldn't actually read his mind, could he?
"Nigel!"
Nigel stumbled up off the couch, and tore his clothes off. He moved back to the couch, intending to stretch out beside Kurt again, but Kurt shook his head. Nigel stopped. Kurt pointed to the floor at his feet. Nigel knelt.
Kurt took Nigel's shoulders, and nudged his boyfriend to move into a sitting position, his head on Kurt's thigh.
Kurt's hand played over Nigel. He feathered fingers through the analyst's hair, stroked over his shoulders and down his back.
Nigel sank into Kurt. He wrapped one arm around his lover's calf, and teased the fingers of his other hand over Kurt's ankle. They sat silent, letting touch speak for them. Credits rolled on a sit-com, neither one of them was paying any attention to.
Nigel rubbed his cheek on Kurt's thigh. "I used to fantasize about doing this when we would watch TV at your place." He lifted his head and smirked up at Kurt. "Something about sitting around watching TV with your family, I don't know, my mind wandered into prurient channels. You're not psychic, are you?"
"No." Kurt smiled. "I've had my own share of fantasies. I'd look over at you playing video games with Tommy, or arguing with Claire about some movie, and I'd create interesting scenarios in my head."
"Like what?"
Kurt moved fast. He raised one leg over Nigel's head, and dropped it down again, trapping Nigel between his thighs. He clenched his fingers in Nigel's hair, pulling his head back and up, raising Nigel slowly to his knees, facing away from Kurt. "Put your hands behind your back."
One arm around Nigel's shoulders, Kurt urged Nigel backward over his thigh, and leaned over him. He slid his free hand down Nigel's chest, wrapping it around his boyfriend's cock, while he crushed his mouth over Nigel's.
Nigel was on his knees, between Kurt's legs, his arms trapped between the couch and his own body, back arched over Kurt's thigh; offered up to Kurt like some ancient sacrifice. Kurt's fist smeared pre-cum down Nigel's shaft, fast strokes, rolling over the crown, and down again. His tongue fought with Nigel's until Nigel whimpered, and surrendered. Kurt was in charge, and everything was right in Nigel's world.
"Come for me, Nigel."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Kurt walked out of the ensuite, talking around his toothbrush. "Claire called. She's bringing the kids for a visit next weekend."
Nigel climbed into bed. "That's great! I feel like I haven't seen them in forever. Skype isn't the same."
Kurt turned to go back into the washroom. "Oh, and your parents."
"My parents what?"
Kurt turned the ensuite light off, and climbed into bed. "They're coming with Claire."
Nigel stared at his boyfriend. "That's not funny, Kurt."
Kurt's smile disintegrated as he felt the tension radiating from Nigel. "What's wrong?"