Chapter 52: Feeling Better

Nigel closed the door behind his relatives, and turned to Kurt. "Can you believe my father?"

Kurt laughed, as they walked into the kitchen to clean up. "No. He thought you were a club kid? You can't dance, you hate loud music, and you barely drink. Has he met you?"

Nigel bumped Kurt's hip as he loaded the dishwasher. "Hey, I went to Scandals with you."

"Only because I promised to blow you in the washroom."

Nigel grinned. "Yeah, good times!"

Kurt wrapped the left overs for the fridge. "You're mother doesn't really get the concept of privacy, does she?"

"Nope. And unless you swear her to secrecy, whatever you tell her, Claire will know with the next phone call."

"I'm not worried about what I might tell her. I'm worried about what she might tell me."

Nigel grinned. "Be afraid, be very afraid. She doesn't have much of a filter. When Claire and I still lived at home, our favourite phrase was TMI."

Kurt stood behind Nigel, slipped his arms around his boyfriend as he hit power on the dishwasher. "Feel better?"

Nigel turned in Kurt's arms. "Yeah. I missed him, you know."

Kurt leaned in, and slipped his tongue between Nigel's lips. "I know." He ran his hand down his boyfriend's chest, opening one button after the other. Sliding his hands under the open sides of Nigel's shirt, Kurt tugged his lover close. "So, I hear we're having brunch with everyone at their hotel tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Nigel searched Kurt's eyes. "You okay with that?"

Kurt slipped his hand down between Nigel's legs, and watched Nigel's eyes slide shut in response. "Then I think we could use a little 'we' time, now."

Kurt walked Nigel backwards, and stopped when their image was dead centre in the mirrored wall. His movements were slow, languid, an underwater dance. Nigel didn't move at all, he alternated between smalls sighs with his eyes closed, and tiny lascivious smiles with his eyes open and trained on their reflection in the mirror.

Kurt started from the top, and worked his way down; feathered kisses over eyes and cheekbones, nips into neck and shoulder, forays of lips and tongue across nipples, and ribs. All accomplished while stripping Nigel till only skin remained.

Kneeling in front of his boyfriend, one finger stroking lightly along the underside of Nigel's shaft, Kurt looked up. "I'm thinking black silk around your wrists, unless you're feeling particularly hands-on tonight."

Nigel unbuckled his cuff, and dropped it to the floor. He held his wrists out to Kurt. "The last few days have been very stressful." Nigel fluttered his eyelashes, channeling some long dead actress, and smiled down at his boyfriend. "I think you should do all the work."

Kurt laughed as he stood up. He plucked the tie out of the top drawer in the closet, and returned to Nigel. "You know what happens when you put me in charge." Kurt wrapped the silk around Nigel's wrists, and locked eyes with his lover. "Whatever I want."

Nigel thrust his hips forward, brushing his cock against Kurt's denim covered shaft. "It's uncanny how whatever you want turns out to be exactly what I want."

Kurt grinned. "Yeah, we're lucky like that." He tugged on the free end of the silk around Nigel's wrists, and laughing, Nigel followed him to the bed.

Kurt laid Nigel out on his back, and secured the silk to the bed rail. Nigel watched as Kurt stood and stripped out of his clothes. He smiled as Kurt just stood by the bed looking at him. "You were one of those kids who unwrapped their Christmas presents carefully, without tearing the paper, weren't you?"

Kurt laughed and stepped closer to the bed, running his hand over Nigel's hip, and stroking down his leg. "I still am." Kurt traveled his fingers up Nigel's body, and catching his chin, he leaned down for a kiss. "You're the best present ever; warm, and perfect, and mine!"

In an abrupt change of mood, Kurt knelt on the bed, pushed Nigel's legs apart and swallowed his cock in one long slide.

"Fuck!" Nigel arched his back, and pulled against his restraints, surprised by Kurt's sudden attack. "Oh, God! "Oh, God!"

Kurt wasn't gentle, and he wasn't slow. One hand moved in unison with his mouth; wet hot friction. The heel of the other hand pressed into Nigel's balls, fingers dancing around his boyfriend's entrance. Hands, and tongue, and teeth gliding just right over the head; Kurt forced the ejaculation out of Nigel.

Nigel screamed. Cum burst over Kurt's tongue; and he slowed everything down. He gave Nigel gentle strokes, and soft laps of tongue, holding him in his mouth until Nigel relaxed against the mattress. Kurt dropped gentle kisses over thigh and hip, crawled up to untie his lover. He curled around his boyfriend, one hand cupping Nigel's spent penis.

Nigel turned in Kurt's arms, and smacked a hand against Kurt's chest. "What the fuck was the rush? I think you broke me!"

Kurt rolled onto his back, dragging Nigel over him. He clenched his hands into Nigel's ass. "You feel fine to me."

Nigel wriggled under Kurt's hands. "That's not the part you broke."

"Are you saying it wasn't good?"

"Jesus! How the fuck do I know? It was like being caught in a hurricane. Explosive!" Nigel grinned down at his lover. "Yeah, it was good. It was better than good." He crossed his arms over Kurt's chest and looked down into the crystal eyes. "That's not your usual style though. You like to drag it out, till I'm ready to kill you, and then you make me beg."

"True." Kurt closed his eyes, remembering. He smiled up at Nigel. "God, hearing you say please… it short-circuits my brain every time, goes right to my cock." He glided his palms over Nigel's ass, slipping his fingers down the crease, and tapping over Nigel's opening. He spread his legs, and Nigel's tired cock pressed against his own very awake, very ready erection. He smiled up into green eyes. "That was just the pre-game."

Kurt slid a finger into Nigel's mouth. Nigel treated the digit to the same kind of care he generally lavished on another part of Kurt's anatomy. He nipped the end of Kurt's finger. Smiling, Kurt withdrew his finger, and sliding his hand down Nigel's body, pushed that finger into his lover. "The next part is going to last considerably longer."

Nigel wriggled back onto Kurt's finger, the feel of the internal glide making it hard to concentrate on Kurt's words. "Next part?"

Kurt pushed in deeper. He rubbed against Nigel's prostrate, smiling when he felt his boyfriend start to harden again. "I wouldn't want to lie to your father."

With Kurt's finger stroking along his prostrate, Nigel's mind wasn't lightning fast, so it took a second for Kurt's meaning to click into place. He ground against Kurt, suddenly rock hard.

"You didn't lie. You said, 'Would you feel better if I told you that Nigel fucks me?'' Nigel could repeat the words verbatim because they still echoed in his mind. The image of his calm, always in control boyfriend screaming at his father was not going to fade any time soon. That Kurt would get that upset on his behalf amazed and humbled him. He was so lucky to have this man in his life.

Kurt tilted his pelvis up, brushing his cock against Nigel's. "Well, now I'm saying, I'd feel better if Nigel fucks me. Get the lube."