New York City: Strut Your Way To Love Chapter 16: Hampton Heaven, a glee fanfic

XVI

~ Hampton Heaven ~

I'm your National Anthem, God you're so handsome
take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron
he loves to romance them, reckless abandon
holding me for ransom, upper echelon...

Stretching his legs and crossing the Onboard Lounge towards one of the plane's portholes, Kurt leaned forward and peered through the window. They were high in the sky now. All he could make out was the darkening orange like tinge of the horizon, skimmed delicately with the fluff of clouds, along with the land of America below. It was nostalgic in a sense. It brought back memories of the time when he'd first flown to New York. Oh, how he'd been scared back then. He'd had no idea what to expect and once he'd been driven away from John F. Kennedy airport in a bright yellow cab, the chauffeur of said cab had sped him off into his new life as if he'd done a thousand times. However, little did Kurt know back then that he'd be returning from visiting his father in Ohio in a first class Emirates plane with Noah Puckerman as a friend, companion and lover by his side.

Smiling as he pulled his face away from the window, Kurt straightened up and looked around. He'd never flown first class before. Then again, he'd only ever flown a couple times when visiting relatives with his father back in high school, and they had only been brief flights at that, but it was just as well really. They had always flown in economy and there had never been much entertainment for the passengers except to stare at the back of the chair in front of you, move your plastic fork along the so called mashed potato of airplane food, and to cue for a never ending line to a restroom where cramped had been elevated to a whole other degree. However, now that he was traveling first class, Kurt prayed that the flight would last much longer than the remaining hour they had left before they landed in New York.

First class was exquisite. Everything before him resembled very much like the photos he'd seen in online articles about certain luxury airlines installing bedroom suites into their planes, along with other features made to send the mind boggling. The Onboard Lounge was north from the seats, located on the upper deck towards the rear end of the plane. It was an area to relax in peace, socialize with other passengers and to nibble a snack in the form of hors d'oeuvres, or if you were really peckish, a Grand Cru. Five star delicacies were prepared, according to the airline, by some of the world's leading chefs, as well as fine wines carefully chosen by the plane's sommeliers. You can even have your favorite cocktail prepared for you by the dedicated bartender. Emirates really weren't kidding when it came to the height of comfort.

Except, no one was here apart from him. For some reason, as it had turned out, he and Noah were the sole first class passengers catching a late evening flight back to New York from Columbus. It was the most unlikeliest of instances and it must have happened very rarely, but yet here he was, now sitting by the portholes with only the bartender and stewardesses for company. As for Noah, the man had gone to the restroom to wash his hands and face after having traipsed around Lima for hours looking like a forties detective from an old Hollywood film noir movie. It had served to erupt a giggle from Kurt when he came to think about it, as it was just so ridiculous, but he soon calmed down as he continued taking in his comfortable surroundings.

Admittedly, he had screamed when he'd first entered first class. He'd squealed in delight at all it's features like a spoilt British brat, but without Noah here to enjoy it with him, it all rendered it insignificant. Perhaps this is exactly what Noah felt in the midst of such class, the golden lap of luxury. It wasn't necessarily a case of being ungrateful; it was just that without anyone to share such decadence with, the value of it all dropped to a rock bottom seabed. That's what Kurt was here for, company, as well as anything else Noah had planned. The man was unpredictable after all, especially now that he was jumping for joy that he had snagged Kurt before jetting off to his own retreat, the Hamptons. From one retreat to another, Kurt didn't know what to think. It was so frivolous, but ever so much fun.

Just then, as he was about to stretch his legs once more for another tour of the opulent deck, Kurt caught sight of Noah leaning in the lounge archway. He looked good. The man had changed whilst he'd been away into a pair of loose, faded jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. His feet were bare, his bronzed chest was bare and his sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows to reveal even more bareness for Kurt to drink in. Yes, Noah looked very good. Swaggering over to the boy before plonking himself next to him, Noah proceeded to stare into Kurt's blue eyes, Kurt returning the intense gaze as they simply took each other in. A mixture of amusement, warmth and lust flickered between their senses. They were happy to be in each other's company, but a growl from Kurt's stomach broke the air, causing the boy to burst into a fit of giggles.

"Oh God, that's embarrassing," laughed Kurt, blushing slightly as he placed a hand to his famished stomach, feeling it around as he smiled back up at Noah. The man returned the grin, a chuckle escaping him as he took in how adorable Kurt had just rendered himself. It really was time for something to eat. Neither of them had snacked on anything at the airport, in fact, neither of them had had anything to munch on since lunch that afternoon. Motioning to one of the stewardesses for a plate of something that would hopefully prevent the chorus of grumbles that were emanating from a certain model's tummy, Noah returned to Kurt, the boy's face appreciative.

"Babe, wouldn't you prefer a meal or something? She's only going to return with those little hors d'oeuvres things."

"As small as they are Noah, we've only got a hour left. It would take longer to cook and we just don't have time."

"Then I guess we'll just have to snack until we can eat something bigger when we land."

"Oh no, don't hold back because of me Noah. Order whatever you want. You're a big boy. Big boys need their food."

"Nah, I'll just go for whatever you're going for Kurt. Sure, I could do with a plate of fried chicken, but the food they serve here isn't really all that bad. Not even the hors d'oeuvres," replied Noah as Kurt nodded fondly back in response, the sudden impulse to lean in and capture the man's lips overtaking him. Noah, smiling at the initiation, kissed back before waving a hand through Kurt's soft hair, his fingers trailing along the back of the boy's ear and down his neck. It was a soft and gentle kiss, one that now found Noah fighting not to end, until the need for oxygen prevailed. "Want something to drink?"

"Yes please. I would ask for a Kopparburg cider, but I doubt they serve them here... oh they do. Oh that's great. I think I'll go for a strawberry and lime flavored one then, please," answered Kurt politely, having noticed the bartender lifting up a bottle of the beverage from his bar and displaying it before him. Ordering a scotch whiskey, Noah sat back as the bartender trotted over to them both with their respective drinks, smiling as they collected them with a thank you before returning to the bar. Again, both of them were underage for alcohol, but Kurt assumed the staff turned a blind eye to it all when it came to the Puckerman's and their guests.

"Don't drink yet babe. I want to propose a toast," began Noah quickly, Kurt nodding, lowering his glass as he listened intently. "I just wanted to say that I'm so happy you're with me here now Kurt. You didn't have talk to me back at your dad's place. You could have just thrown me out, but you didn't. You didn't have to sleep with me once I said I'd leave Quinn for you. You could have just said 'no', but you didn't, and finally, you didn't have to join me here. You could have just flown in economy or even caught another flight, but you didn't. You're here with me and for that, I'm so-"

"Happy? I know you are Noah, you couldn't stop smiling the whole through," laughed Kurt as Noah's eyes shifted down to his whiskey, a light shade of red flushing his tanned cheeks as the model continued to smile. There they clinked their glasses and drank a sip of their beverages before reattaching their lips, the taste of strawberry and lime cider mingling with that of scotch whiskey, the very same drinks that they had had the night they had first met at the Padova Pad. Present gratitude alongside nostalgia was just swimming everywhere until, with a clearing of a throat, Kurt pulled away.

Two stewardesses, one brunette and one blonde, both dressed in eye-catching red and white uniforms, stood before the two lovebirds with their hands behind their backs and their faces blushing and smiling. Apologizing with a look, Kurt looked down at the delectable hors d'oeuvres presented neatly on a silver platter on the coffee table. A wide range of canapés, that had been spread with flavored cream cheese upon shaped bread and garnished with caviar and truffle oil filled half of the tray, whilst the other half presented Brushetta, each grilled bread topped with spicy red pepper, tomato and vegetables. It all looked divine, but it was not the sole tray there. Beside it, was a tray covered in Incroyable Strawberry Candy and Chocolate Coconut Macarons alongside Rose Raspberry and Vanilla Chocolate Saint Honorés, all delicious, all so tempting.

"Thanks ladies, this all looks great. Want to join us?" offered Noah as Kurt snatched his eyes away from the drooling sight of the food to raise his head and notice the stewardesses drooling themselves, but not over the hors d'oeuvres, but over Noah. The man had lain back in his seat, splayed out his body and opened it, revealing further of that muscle carved chest that both women just couldn't bring themselves to look away from. Noah was obviously doing it on purpose, judging by the satisfied smirk he was pulling, one that widened as they nodded before taking up the seats opposite them both.

"So... Kitty, why don't you to tell us what you've brought us?" suggested Kurt as he peered at the name badge on the blonde's chest. It might seem odd to some, but Kurt wasn't threatened by these two pretty ladies. They could eye bat as much as they liked at Noah and Noah could smirk seductively right back. It was all innocent and part of human nature. After all, it's not as if he hadn't eyed the nice looking bartender out of the corner of his eye at least once. There's nothing by it, he thought as Kitty finished explaining both trays to him, her red lips smiling. "Thank you, it all looks so delicious."

"Well we do strive for you to experience cuisine and service worthy of the world's finest restaurants," nodded Kitty curtly, her attention now completely on Kurt as Noah leaned forward, his hazel eyes bearing into her. The gaze was so intense that it caused the girl to stumble and blush, but she continued. "There's a range of delicacies, carefully selected and prepared, available on demand throughout the flight. The platters here are of Royal Doulton fine bone china with exclusive Robert Welch cutlery, alongside the finest wines in the air, every aspect of the dining experience has been tuned to perfection."

"You sure know your stuff Kitty," complimented Noah as she threw him a thankful smile, a rose tinted blush spreading like delicate fire along her cheeks as Kurt rolled his eyes in amusement. The fact that Noah had allegedly been a notorious womanizer was still fresh in his mind and despite the man having told him to consider the amount of 'embellished bullshit' in the press that was layered on with a trowel, Kurt still couldn't ignore the fact that the two stewardesses were catching Noah's interest. Or were they? Was this all just a harmless game? A little flirty, cheeky game? Oh he could play this game. Kurt could so play this game. "Any other stuff you want to share... Kitty?"

"Well I-" Kitty was cut off abruptly as a moan flooded the lounge, the sexual sonic sound reverberating clearly around the room. Looking over at the one responsible for the sound, both stewardesses and Noah frowned before their eyes widened and their mouths parted in awe. There Kurt was, a Rose Raspberry Saint Honoré in hand, and a whipped cream pout that was in the process of being thoroughly licked, the white confectionery disappearing on a ravenous pink tongue. Now Kurt had caught all their speechless attentions, and now he would ace the game like the food slut he was. Here we go.

"I'm sorry, was I too loud? Do excuse me, but I'm just a sucker for rich and creamy cakes... a real sucker," cooed Kurt has he giggled flirtatiously, biting back a full outburst of laughter as he noticed he'd caught the attention of the bar tender as well as everyone else, all four of them eying him with parched mouths, dry throats and body languages set to pounce and devour at any second. Perfect, thought Kurt as he internally congratulated himself for having snagged back Noah's attention along with three other surprise bonuses. He was good at this game that was for sure. "Gee... this is so good. So, so good..."

"Don't forget the raspberries... they're also really good," pointed out the second stewardess, Marley, as Kurt took another bite of the cake, his eyes rolling in their sockets, as he swallowed sweetness itself for a second time before nodding over at the girl and looking back over at Noah. He blinked. The man was entranced. His hazel eyes had darkened into a pair of lust frothing pools, his face was flustered, his body nearing and a tent big enough to rip apart his jeans served to nearly throw Kurt out of the game with a gasp of pleasure. After this, never again would he doubt his own power in seduction.

"You're right Marley, the raspberries do look good. Though I'm afraid I might make a sticky mess all over myself."

"Fuck the mess babe, just eat it."

"Are you sure Noah? They're so big and juicy. How do want me to-"

"Just eat it Kurt... nice and slow, and... don't go easy on the mess."

"Ooh, dirty boy," oozed Kurt as he plucked a raspberry from within the cream topping of the cake before began gorging himself on it, not being careful at all and allowing the juices to escape his mouth and down his chin until it's sweet blood was nothing more than a red trickle against an alabaster neck. It really was good, but the next thing Kurt knew, Noah had surged forward and had begun licking up the raspberry trail in one smooth yet slightly rugged motion until only a stripe of sheen now adorned his neck, followed up by a hungry kiss to his jawline. Ever so famished, ever so wanting. "Dirty boy..."

"Oh my God that was hot, babe. W-why don't you try one of those macarons things?" asked Noah, grabbing a chocolate macaron and offering it to a bewildered Kurt. Taking the confectionery, the boy looked around. Everyone was keen for another viewing. The bartender was leaning so far forward on the bar that he was at risk of knocking over Kurt's Kopparburg bottle. Both Kitty and Marley were biting their lips from the lick his neck had just received and finally Noah, the most enraptured of them all, was so close to him that Kurt could the feel the heat from a certain manhood. So hot. "Eat it."

"Whatever gives you pleasure," purred Kurt, twisting the two chocolate cookies of the macarons apart like an Oreo to reveal the coconut buttercream filling inside. There he poked out his tongue and lathered up the filling, his taste buds screaming for mercy as they were drenched in heaven. Kurt was no longer playing the game. He'd lost himself inside it for the food had won. He was just that hungry and just that easy of a victim to fall in surrender of such deliciousness. His moans were no longer put on, but still layered in sex, his expressions no longer exaggerated but begging for more. "My God...my... God..."

"Girls, thanks for the food. You've been great, but would you mind leaving us? Kurt and I would um... would like to be alone for a moment," requested Noah, his voice croaky and strained from Kurt's food sex showcase. The man had snapped and had nearly proceeded to unbuckle his belt, open his jeans and touch himself for the sake of his own humanity, when a quick cursory glance at the stewardesses and bartender had him realizing his slip. He needed to be alone with Kurt. All alone, away from the lustful prying eyes of others, for Kurt was his. Others may have been allowed to look, but they couldn't touch.

"Oh... of course Mr. Puckerman, you're welcome. If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to let us know," stuttered Kitty, both her and Marley snapping out of their gaping states before jumping up from their seats, straightening out their uniforms and scurrying out of the lounge, grabbing hold of the bartender and dragging him away with them as they all left Noah and Kurt in peace. No sooner had they disappeared then Noah pounced on Kurt, knocking over both platters of food with a loud clatter and sending hors d'oeuvres, macarons and pastries flying everywhere across the lounge floor.

"Oh, wow mister's hungry," laughed Kurt, squealing in delight as his mouth was attacked in a full on kiss, that was as hot and as raw to the bone as any. There, he brought the remaining two chocolate shells from the macarons out from under and dangled them in front of Noah's face once the man had pulled away. Taking the hint, Noah allowed Kurt to feed them into his mouth, moaning in pleasure as they melted easily on his tongue before crashing his lips once more onto Kurt's, a coconut cavern meeting head on with a chocolate one. Never had there been a sweeter kiss. "Noah, you taste so good."

"That's because I'm kissing you baby."

"Well I- no, no Noah, none of that, we're landing soon and they forbid sex on-board."

"Fuck that Kurt, you're finishing what you've started."

"But what if they catch us?"

"They'll beg to join us. You know babe, at first I thought sexy eating looked stupid and sloppy and that no one could pull it off, but now after seeing you doing it, I've never been more turned on in my life," admitted Noah, wrapping his arms around Kurt, lifting him up in a bridal hold and carrying him over to their suite. Upon reaching the double bed, the man lowered Kurt onto the quilt below before crawling on top of him, bringing them face to face, inches apart and their breath mingling, hot and heavy. "I mean you put on one hell of a show back there, but now baby, it's my turn to devour you..."

I sing the National Anthem while I'm standing over your body, hold you like a python
and you can't your keep hands off me or your pants on
see what you've done to me, King of Chevron...

Glee

Unlocking the front door and wheeling Kurt's suitcase into the foyer, Noah switched on the lights until all of their surroundings were made visible. They were here in The Hamptons at Noah's East Hampton home. The plane had arrived in New York about two hours ago where they had been driven from the airport in a private car to the house and throughout the journey, both boys had undergone their first set of backseat canoodling. Of course, the fact that there wasn't a partition separating the front seats from the back meant that nothing could go beyond kissing touching and the odd groping here and there. It had been frustrating for Noah, almost going out of his way to beg Kurt for his 'hot as fuck' handjobs, but not wanting to risk the driver catching them, crashing the car and dying, Kurt had rejected the idea, promising something better once they'd arrive.

Now that they were here though, Kurt's thoughts of making it up to Noah were thrown out the window as soon as he laid eyes on the man's Hampton home. It was beautiful. So unlike his modern apartment in the city and closer to something you would find on a typical suburban American street, the elite street that is. The house, according to Noah, was a newly constructed 7500-square foot creation on two beautiful acres overlooking the pond that he'd bought only last year. It was located on a quiet cul-de-sac, had formidable bones, a logical flow and a great sense of style. A real East Hampton village sensation, that Noah would often retreat to for spring breaks and end of semester holidays when he preferred the sights and sounds of the country instead of the concrete jungle that was New York.

As for the parties that were reputed to happen here, Kurt began to guess that they weren't as rambunctious as the press liked to pretend they were. After all, the Salvatore Spectacle's after parties was a clear example of that and besides, there was something about Noah's home that didn't scream college kids gone wild with kegs planted everywhere like Easter eggs. Moreover, a neat hangout spot or at the most, a secluded hideout for secret sex romps with drunken friends. It was something Kurt was keen to find out but for now, he was too busy taking everything in as both the indoor and outdoor lights came on to further bathe the five million dollar home in a golden light. Wow..., he thought as Noah closed the door behind him, the boy walking further into the center of the foyer and looking up at the vast yet very homey interior. This is incredible...

"I know right," chuckled Noah, walking up behind Kurt and wrapping his arms around him. The architectural details were striking, including the magnificent 20' ceiling of the foyer with its circular staircase, oak hardwood floors throughout, wainscoting, crown moldings, built-ins, floor-to-ceiling windows, the list went on and on. To someone from Lima, where luxury was more of a word associated with living comfortably, securely and without many financial woes in an average semi-detached house, Kurt was amazed. "Welcome to my little slice of heaven, babe. I haven't had it long but I love it here."

"And why wouldn't you? This place is just incredible," muttered Kurt, continuing to gawp and not even blushing when he'd voiced his thoughts earlier by accident. Resting his chin on the boy's shoulder and lowering his hands to Kurt's stomach, Noah brought his body in and slowly began to rock them both slightly from side to side. Affectionate gestures like these would always surprise Kurt. Apart from his father, Kurt had always stayed clear of touching other boys in case they freaked out, but with big arms and a big chest surrounding him, he had entered his own heaven. "You're incredible, Noah."

"You too, babe... oh, are you still hungry? You want to eat something?"

"No, I'm fine, but you didn't eat anything yourself apart from two macarons cookies."

"Nah, I'd rather have you Kurt. You're in my house and I have you all to myself. You're all mine now."

"I know. You made that quite clear on the plane and in the car on our way over here."

"I could have made it clearer too, if we hadn't been told to return to our seats for the descent just when I had you on the bed," replied Noah in mock irritation, Kurt swiveling round to face him in his hold as they now found themselves facing each other, once again inches apart. Poor Noah, thought Kurt. The man had been trying to get into his pants again since that night in Lima, but couldn't. Talk about sexual frustration. "And why no partitions in your cars, BMW? What are hot guys like me to do when they want to get it on Kurt Hummel on the backseat? God damn cock blocking Germans."

"Noah, you needn't blame the Germans. They just don't take the libidos of hot guys like yourself into account all that often when it comes to making their cars. Probably explains why their models are that low on the car sex rates, compared to those of Lexus or Rolls Royce," joked Kurt, giggling as Noah joined in the laughter, during which the man gradually tightened his hold on the boy whilst chuckling, keeping Kurt's smile very much wide as he continued. "Besides, we're here now Noah, a real model magnet. So you'll be happy to know there are no more distractions in the form of landing planes and BMW's."

"I like the sound of that. I've had to resort to mentally undressing you for the past few hours, four times in total since we've come in," admitted Noah, Kurt's eyes widening as the man chuckled at the boy's surprised expression. Kurt was just that sexy. Hell, Noah was still turned on from his eating show back on the plane. It reminded him of the time at Mangia, when Kurt done something similar to a Strawberry Shortcake. Oh, how he had worked his ass off to hide that hard on. "When it comes to you baby, I just can't help it when my dirty mind runs away with me. I'm only human."

"True, but... oh! Is that who I think it is?"

"It sure is. He's been cooped up in there, waiting all this time but now, I think he's waited long enough."

"Noah Puckerman, what are you getting at?"

"I think you know baby. Nothing's going to block him now."

"What are you- ah! Noah, put me down! What are you doing?!" exclaimed Kurt as he was lifted in a bridal hold into Noah's arms before being carried up the staircase to the first floor. He'd been pressed so close to the man earlier that the feeling of an erection had been unmissable. There it had bulged, throbbed and let out a heat that had seared into Kurt's own groin, exciting him, but wondering what on earth Noah was going to do about it. The man was beyond aroused and in Noah's mind, he had to get off or die. There was no question about it, he was going to have sex tonight. "Noah, where are you taking me?!"

"Only to Puckzilla's natural habitat, the bedroom," answered Noah, chuckling as Kurt's eyes once again blew wide. Sex was tempting after the plane and car, but the boy really wanted to explore this Hampton mansion. He wanted to see the gourmet kitchen and four distinctive fireplaces. He wanted to see everything there was, but it looked like he had no choice as he was carried along the upstairs gallery. "Whine, wiggle or whinge as much as you want Kurt, but the only tour of this house that I'm taking you on is of my bed chamber, and that's not going to end until I have you screaming my name."

"Well then maybe I won't say it. Whatever will our great sex shark do then?" challenged Kurt, Noah growling, itching to fuck that smirk right off of the boy's face. At that moment, they arrived at the view filled master suite, the man opening the door, switching on the lights before shuffling them in and over towards the king sized bed. Kurt could only catch a brief glimpse of a fire-lit sitting area, the en-suite and the dressing room before he was dropped onto the plush quilt below, and as he made to look further around, his view was blocked as Noah landed on him. "Noah please, can't we do this later?"

"The house will still be here once we've finished Kurt, but my hard on may not be."

"Unlikely Noah, you've always got a hard on around me."

"You're not helping yourself babe. You forget I've got you like this and I'm keeping you like this."

"Oh really, I... oh my God, Mrs. Puckerman!"

"What?! Mom?!" cried out Noah, whipping his head around in shock to look at the empty doorway. Now was Kurt's chance. Noah had positioned himself in between Kurt's legs, wrapping them around his hips, but now with the pressure alleviated by the distraction, the boy took advantage of his loss of attention and flipped them over. Using all the power he had in his smaller body, Kurt pushed with all his might against Noah, sending the man to lie on the bed with Kurt now straddling him defiantly, his hands pinning Noah's shoulders to the quilt as he smirked at him from above. "What the... touché, baby."

"That's right. You've met your match, Big Daddy," smirked Kurt, smiling proudly before jumping off the bed and running into the en-suite bathroom, shutting the door and locking it firmly behind him. As he did, Noah chuckled. He couldn't believe he'd been had by one of the easiest tricks in the book. It's what kids used on the playground when playing stuck in the mud. In fact, he was surprised Kurt hadn't further teased and taunted him with a childish round of 'made you look, made you stare, made you lose your underwear!' If only, thought Noah as he got off the bed and made his way over to the bathroom.

"Er, Kurt? You do you know there's no way out of there except through here, right?" chuckled Noah, knocking on the door and trying out the handle before shaking his head with a smile on his face. He didn't know what Kurt was doing in there, most likely checking out the bathroom architecture and design. It's what he had been doing ever since he'd entered the house, but Noah supposed he couldn't blame the boy. The building had been designed for comfortable luxury and a relaxed Hamptons lifestyle by some designer whose name escaped him for the moment. "Kurt? Kurt, what are you doing in there?"

"Oh, just the usual. Looking around, taking my clothes off and entering your shower as naked and as bare as the night you fucked me in mine," cried out Kurt from beyond as Noah blinked, almost losing balance in his legs as he nearly stumbled forward and hit in his head against the door. Fucking door, thought Noah, as he was glad no one was around to see his near fall. For fuck's sake, just break the thing down! Get Puckzilla over to that boy, now! "You know Noah, you may have me cornered, but trust me, I'm going to make the most out of this corner as I possibly can... my God, it's hot in here."

"That's it, I'm coming in," whispered Noah harshly, plunging his hand into his pocket and searching wildly before bringing out a paper clip that he soon bent into shape. Fitting the short wire into the keyhole, Noah fiddled carefully around with it until with a click, the door was unlocked. He'd learned this little trick back in elementary school when he and friends had snuck into the classroom at lunch to unlock one of the drawers from the teacher's desk. In it had been candy for those who had done well in class, but having been known as an 'out of control little rodent', Noah had never got one. He'd soon fixed that.

Pocketing the paper clip, Noah quietly opened the door only to have a tsunami like wave of steam come hurtling towards him. It was enough to close the door again, but right now he was too determined and too horny to back down at the hands of freaking water vapor. He waved his hand in front of him, squinting as he tried to make out where everything was, though it wasn't easy. Thankfully, unlike the sweet, wholesome and country feel the house had going on, the bathroom was as modern as they came. The furniture and surfaces had been designed with rounded edges, sandpapered down so that if it came to being blinded from a fog of steam, there would be no risk of major injury. It was just as well, because Noah had already accidentally walked into the counter before saying hello to the center bathtub. Oh how this was fun.

Feel your eyes on me everywhere I go like a little boy up in a candy store
Craving to get your hands on, give it up before my momma says no
I'm a let you get it a little closer even though I'm not suppose to
I like it strong when it's on, boys, I'm a little tipsy play along with me...

Snapping his head in the direction of the roaring shower, Noah began to make out the glass of the large cubicle, its surface thick with growing layers of condensation. There, somewhere inside, was Kurt, singing his heart out and probably still thinking Noah was still in the bedroom. There was no way the boy would have been able to hear anything above the shower and his own voice, how it reverberated around the white tiled room and back to him like a sonic boomerang. However, what Kurt was singing was what had caught Noah's attention. It was sex. The lyrics didn't speak of much else, and as the man began to undress, stripping away every article of clothing one by one until he was in nothing but his own sweating skin, Noah smiled. This is just too good, he thought as he caught sight of Kurt's clothes leading him like a trail of bed crumbs right to the shower door. Too good...

You know you really wanna, hey, wanna taste my, you know you wanna get a peak, wanna see my
you know you wanna put your lips where my hips are, kiss on my, all over my
all the boys think its cake when they taste my, you don't even need a plate, just your face, ha!
licky, licky, yum, yum, what a great guy, now kiss on my, all over my...

Nearing the shower door, Noah pulled it open and closed it quietly behind him, being careful not to startle Kurt as the boy had yet to notice him. There the man watched as Kurt, with his back to him, began to lather on shower gel onto a shower pouf that he had no doubt fished from one of the bathroom cabinets. Gliding the pouf down his neck, across his shoulders, along his arms and up his chest, it looked as if there was no effort in anything that Kurt was doing. When it came to showering, Noah simply lathered his own body in gel before rinsing, not giving it two thoughts and generally getting it over and done with. He supposed that's what Kurt was doing now, except he seemed to be drawing everything out. Every stretch of the pouf along the pale skin looked as if it were being done in slow motion, yet by the end; his whole body was covered in a white foam, sweet smelling and fresh as he.

Pick your glass up, your sipping kind of slow, want to see just how you take it down low
hurry up I wanna see a bit more, take it off before my mama gets bored.
I know that you love me long time yeah, you wanna take it for a ride, yeah
I'm feeling bad and I like it, I'm a little tipsy play along with m-

Squeaking in surprise, and placing a hand over his wildly beating heart, Kurt took notice of Noah at the far end of the cubicle, his body coming into contact with the spray and rinsing him free of the shower gel which he'd just spent a minute washing his body with. He hadn't heard Noah enter. Hell, he didn't even know how he'd entered considering he'd locked the door, and like the man had said, it was the only entrance in here, but he supposed Noah had his ways. Ways like sneaking up on him in the shower. It was something Kurt wasn't accustomed to. At home, he'd shower alone. At school, he'd showered alone. He'd only ever showered alone but now with Noah Puckerman, naked as he himself, as bare and as open as the day they had fucked in his own shower in Lima, Kurt gulped. This was one of the most erotic moments in his life.

As Kurt's singing voice lowered yet continued to sing the song under his breath, both he and Noah stared at each other intently. The boy supposed that this was the first time he'd come to see Noah in the nude without being plastered to him in some way. When they'd been in his bed back in Lima, the lighting had been ambient yes, but not clear, and the visibility in his shower had been similar to the one here, all not affording a good look, until now. The steam, as if sensing that being in the way couldn't come at a worst time, lightened somewhat to allow each male a clearer look at each other, and Kurt bit his plump lip as he eyed the man before him. Noah Puckerman was hot. From his sun kissed skin, handsome buzz cut and masculine face, to his hunk like build, bearing ever so burly arms, strong thighs and trimmed dark hair on his chest, he was so hot.

All the boys up in the place, it's your turn
can't fulfill him in the middle of the day around with words
oh, I know I probably shouldn't but, uh, I'm feeling good
oh, I'm a little tipsy play along with me...

Bringing his eyes south, further and further down, Kurt took notice of Noah's erect manhood. It was big. Of course, Kurt had encountered it before. He'd felt it and it rubbed against his own, but again like Noah's body, he'd never come to get a good look at it. He supposed the man was rather pleased with what he had, his endowment being one of his favorite physical attributes, and why shouldn't he be? Noah was hung like a freaking horse. A large penis was often viewed by many as an attractive trait, and if used correctly, a very attractive trait. For Kurt however, it was a sight that made him gulp nervously. Here he was singing a song about oral sex when a eight inch erect hose was saying hello to him. Was he now going to have to go down on it? He was only one tiny person with a mouth and throat to match!

Kurt was brought immediately out of his thoughts of choking on cock when Noah launched himself at him, pressing their bodies together and taking up the boy's lips for a searing kiss that had Kurt clinging onto the man's shoulders for support. For Noah, the way Kurt had eyed his length with a look akin to a child who had just discovered the tallest statue ever made, had been such a turn on. He was immensely proud of his penis, his private pride and joy, and it had stretched many a woman's walls past its limits many a time, but such an impressive gift had often come with a price in the past. A number of girls he'd bedded had preferred to pleasure him in other ways, since the idea of penetration with a dick of that size and length had frightened them, subsequently killing their libidos. It was disheartening to say the least, but what did Kurt think?

All my boys say if you gotta great, let him get a peek
If you gotta sweet, let me hear you scream, but bitches keep it clean
Woohoo

Pulling Noah under the warm spray of the shower, Kurt moaned in pleasure, both of them relaxing, Noah's muscles calming as they smooched and smooched and smooched, a real smooching frenzy of a smooch. However, as soon as the manhood that had been the topic of both boy's thoughts came into contact with Kurt's, rubbing against it, frotting like crazy, the boy let out a piercing cry of pleasure. The nerves in his groin were going wild with every rubbing action made as Noah descended his lips to Kurt's neck. The heat from the water was heating them up more than ever, their libidos were rocketing like no other and it was as if the clear liquid had glued them together, for there they continued waging war with their mouths, bodies touching, until with a sudden action, Noah's eyes widened.

"Kurt... what are you..." frowned Noah, watching as Kurt had taken hold of his hose, was lowering himself to the ground and was kneeling on his knees before it, his face concentrated and determined. Oral sex was hot. It felt good, and Kurt wanting to do it just made it that much better. However, as Noah lowered his hand to cup it under the boy's chin, lifting Kurt's eyes to look into his, he could tell that something wasn't quite right. "Kurt, babe... are you sure you want to do this, because you don't have to. I mean, the last thing I want to do is make you feel like you ought to do something you're not ready for."

"What makes you think I'm not ready for it?"

"It's okay Kurt, you don't have hide it. I am big, and I could tell that it's scared you a little... you're not the only one."

"Really?"

"Yeah, some chicks can't take it, literally. I mean I love my dick, but sometimes it's just too intimidating to some."

"I had no idea...," muttered Kurt quietly as he took another look at Noah's manhood. What the man had said was believable, and Kurt could see how women could get put off by such an endowment. Even gay men might think it threatening, not only to their asses but also to their own endowments, shaming them ruthlessly and leading them to walk out the same door as the women had used, but also with a bruised ego. Kudos to the girls who had had the balls to ride this monster. "Besides Noah, I just sang a song about giving head. It would be inappropriate of me not to go down on you."

"Kurt, look at me," ordered Noah sternly, the joke like smile that had splayed on Kurt's lips now disappearing as the man lowered himself to crouch down to his level, hazel eyes meeting blue in the wake of the mist of vapor all around. Noah wasn't finding this at all that amusing. He was serious about it, for Kurt had never done this before. Nothing could be taken lightly. "Again, I don't want you to do this because you feel like you ought to do it. I want you to do this because you want to do this, and that you want to give me pleasure. You're heart won't be in it if you force yourself."

"Noah, I'm not forcing myself. I had this in mind when I said I'd make it up to you for the car journey over here. Why else do you think I would sing a song about it?" asked Kurt, shrinking slightly when the explanation failed to convince Noah, yet the concern in the the man's eyes only seemed to bring his heart out to soften in the droplets of the water. Here was New York's wealthiest bachelor, crouching down in a shower cubicle with him with anxious eyes, making sure Kurt was sure he knew what he wanted. Defying what most guys would do, Noah must have cared a great deal for him. "Noah, I... I want-"

"Kurt, without looking anywhere else but my eyes, tell me that you want to do this. Tell me."

"I want to do this. "

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Noah, I want to give you head. I want to taste you, I really do, but above all, I just want to give you pleasure."

"All right babe, but I've got to ask, this is your first time doing this, right?" inquired Noah, looking intently back at Kurt as the boy rested his hands on the man's shoulders in self comfort, nodding his head in confirmation as Noah's libido once again rocketed to you new heights. He'd slept with virgins before, all of them girls, so it was nothing new. However, the fact that he was introducing Kurt to all these sexual experiences one by one, he couldn't help but feel excited. Sure, it might get sloppy and accidental biting and scraping might occur, but sometimes the messier it was, the hotter it became.

"But just because I'm new to this Noah, I don't want you to be scared yourself in case I... you know... hurt you," assured Kurt. "I'll admit in the past, whenever I've been... sexually charged, I've channeled my arousal into researching and practicing different sexual acts, like the hand job I gave you, and when it came to blow jobs, I practiced on bananas and other phallus shaped foods. It was difficult at first to go easy on the teeth and explain to my dad why there were so many banana skins in my trash can, but I was determined not to hurt the man I would be giving head to... if there was ever going to be a man that is."

During Kurt's response, Noah's eyes had widened with every passing word. The boy was the first person he'd come across who when faced with pleasuring himself when horny, instead went ahead and researched on how to actually do it. It was the strangest, sweetest and saddest thing he'd heard in some time, but he guessed it was the only thing Kurt could have done considering he'd never had anybody to practice with, not even with Blaine. Whilst most if not all of the boy's peers had been learning sex techniques they didn't teach you in school, Kurt had had a banana. A fucking banana. "Let me do this Noah. If not for me then the high school me all alone in my bedroom on a Friday night. I wouldn't like to think all those bananas died in vain. I want to prove to you and myself that I can do this. I'm ready for this. Let me make you feel good."

"You know what Kurt; I'm going to let you. I know you want to do it, I can tell, and after you're done making it up to me, I'm going to help you make up for all the lack of high school sex you missed out on, because you Kurt, are hot as fuck," complimented Noah, stroking Kurt's gleaming wet hair as the boy blushed at the determination in the man's voice. Yep, after this, Noah was going to do him every which way, over and over again. "And just between you and me babe, I bet none of the cocks those chicks sucked at your school even come close to mine. They have nothing on me. You have the best."

Smiling back in gratitude as the man rose from his crouching position, Kurt swallowed nervously as he found Noah's manhood once again in front of him in all its erect glory, the epitome of the man's masculinity presented proudly before him. Looking at it now, Kurt supposed he'd used to it. The size of it wasn't so much of an obstacle anymore as it had been and whether that was because he'd accustomed himself to it or because Noah had been a real gentlemen about the whole thing, he didn't know, but it was an improvement none the less. Lifting his hand and tracing the length, feeling the thick veins on the side before bringing his finger to the tip, Kurt's mouth bag to water as the opening at the top had already begun to leak pre-cum, the clear liquid milling around on his finger as he shuffled forward.

Noah's hose, come to think of it, wasn't not that much bigger than the largest banana Kurt had practiced on one time. Yes, it had led him to choke several times, his eyes having watered like two loose faucets but he'd managed and mastered it until his gag reflex had been tamed. Now, with the real thing before him, his determination rose to new heights and without further hesitation, he released his tongue and licked Noah's dick. The man's eyes and mouth burst open as he let out a loud gasp, his breath coming out erratically as the overwhelming sensation ran through him like electricity. He wasn't usually this sensitive to blow jobs, given his impressive stamina and all, but the fact that it was Kurt, and that he was teasing him, warming him up for the next move, God, it nearly undid him.

"Am I doing well, baby? I'm not doing it wrong am I?" asked Kurt, peering up at Noah and giggling when all he received in response was a strained grunt. It was all the boy needed to know. Returning to Noah's manhood, Kurt this time engulfed it whole in a moist, supple and impassioned mouth, causing the man to cry out. Kurt had not been lying when he had claimed to have done his research. The boy could blow like a pro. He was applying the right amount of pressure and suction while his teeth were positioned to avoid harm, every move perfected to the last lick. God bless those bananas.

"Mother of God…" groaned Noah, having to lean against the cool tiled wall for support as his legs had uselessly abandoned him, though they it was only a matter of time. He'd never received such satisfaction from oral sex in his life. Not only was Kurt's blow job slowly killing his nerves and senses one by one with every suck, lick and whatever else that boy's mouth had in store in for him, but the setting of it all added to the pure erotic factor. The shower, the steam, the empty house. It was as if his humble dwelling was asking, no, demanding sex, and who was he to disagree? He was fucking loving this.

"Fuck... oh, oh fuck! Y-yeah!" he swore, his hand that had been stroking Kurt's wet hair, now forming itself into a fist as he gently took hold of crop of the boy's hair before leading Kurt into every dive of his mouth. He wanted more. He wanted the boy to go faster, to increase the pace, anything. It's what he desired and as Kurt took the hint, he lias brought out his hand to fondle Noah's balls, humming on his hose, the vibrations caressing every sensitive nerve as the boy bobbed his head up and down relentlessly, his tongue never faltering in slathering Noah's manhood before going back in again for the kill.

"Shit, you're mouth babe... so hot, so... tight, Christ! Let me fuck that mouth," rushed Noah impatiently, placing both his hands on top of Kurt's head and thrusting in and out of the boy's mouth, Kurt remaining perfectly still and he took every single plunge from the man's length. Even through Noah's frantic demands for more, Kurt seemed to be coping quite well with the pressure. The boy had amazed himself as he hadn't back off from Noah delving deep, the tip of his shaft diving down Kurt's throat, softly lodging it there and the man savoring the intense feeling as he almost passed out from it all.

"Yeah, take it baby, take- shit! Oh, oh shit! Kurt, stop... I'm gonna... I'm gonna blow! Babe!" cried out Noah as his eyes snapped open, Kurt's extended deep throat talent bringing about the oncoming arrival of his embarrassingly early end. However, despite his warning cries, Kurt's head wouldn't let up. There it stayed until with a final shout from the man above, the boy lifted his head just in time for his elegant neck to receive rope after rope of cream like seed, drenching the skin as Noah let out a thunderous howl of pleasure, the roar echoing around the bathroom.

"Oh my, look at all this jewellery," sighed Kurt happily, Noah continuing to ride out his orgasm, his body violently spasming as Kurt took hold of his manhood and milked it, eventually leaning in and recapturing it in his mouth as Noah exclaimed loudly once more. Have mercy on me, Kurt! Thought Noah, Kurt licking him clean before swirling his finger through the cum now beautifully adoring his neck like an abstract work of art. "When I asked for a pearl necklace Noah, this wasn't what I had in mind, but I suppose it'll have to do for now. Thank you."

"Oh my God... Kurt... oh my... Jesus that was good- no, wait! Don't wash it off yet!"

"Why not?"

"Let me look at you... damn, Kurt... you know, if it were up to me, that would be the only thing of mine you'd wear."

"Only on one condition Noah, that I'd have a new one made for me every, single, day."

"Dirty boy," smirked Noah, raking his eyes up and down Kurt's flushing figure from his cute little feet to his decorated neck. The sight was ever so sexy and for Kurt, the liquid was ever so warm. It had rained down on him so hot and so fast that it had been a shock at first, but now as he backed himself into the spray, watching his pearl necklace untangle, run down his body and disappear down into the midst of the shower's ocean below, he couldn't wait for his next one. Even though his mouth was aching, his cheeks flushed, his throat sore and his tongue exhausted, he just couldn't wait.

"I think we can safety say that you've made it up to me, babe. Blowing the absolute shit out of me, yeah, you've pretty much hit the jackpot there, but now it's your turn. Come here," smirked Noah, sauntering his way over to Kurt and bringing him flush against his chest with an arm weaving around the boy's waist. Kurt didn't think Noah had enough energy to do anything. They'd had a very long day, what with all the traveling, and so as the man reached to stroke him, Kurt shook his head. "What? But baby, I'll feel like a douche if I don't return the favor. I owe you at least a hand job or... something."

"Noah, that blow job was great, but it took a lot out of us. You can return the favor another time. For now, why don't we just go to bed," suggested Kurt, stroking his finger along Noah's cheek as the man relented with a smile, his lips lowering to bestow a soft kiss upon Kurt. The boy did have a point. Come to think of it, he was exhausted and the thought of snuggling up to Kurt in his king sized bed sounded like a very good idea. "Come on, Noah. I'm looking forward to tomorrow when you can show me the grand tour of this place. After all, it is the Hamptons, baby."

Glee

Summer comes, winter fades, here we are just the same
We don't need pressure, we don't need change, let's not give the game away
There used to be an empty space, a photograph without a face
But with your presence, and your grace, everything falls into place...

A few days after their arrival and the accompanying shower session that had challenged even the hottest of bathroom scenes in most pornographic movies, Noah and Kurt were enjoying their stay in the Hamptons. As the days had passed, Kurt had learned a lot more about the area, or more specifically, East Hampton. It extended north to what was called Springs, a hamlet surrounded by Accabonac Harbor, Gardiner's Bay, and Three Mile Harbor, and what was also interesting was that it was where the painters Willem De Kooning, Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner had once had their homes, now the current location of the Krasner-Pollock Museum. When Kurt had asked for a grand tour, he'd only really meant the house they were staying in and it's gardens, but Noah had gone the extra step and given him the tour of 'America's Most Beautiful Village'.

It truly was a remarkable sight and it wasn't hard to believe that well-to-do summer vacationers frequented East Hampton to escape their busy lives in the city. Noah wasn't the only one, but whilst spending their days in the country, sightseeing, not to mention marveling at some of the other most expensive houses in the country along with hiking along the fields, the beach and anywhere else where fresh air was consumed by the gallon, both Kurt and Noah had each other. They never seemed to stray from one another. Kurt would wake up every morning with Noah spooning him from behind, morning wood like the sun, rising brightly for attention. Whenever Kurt would take a shower, cook, or practice Yoga, Noah would always join him, watch him and round the long days off with him in bed, pleasuring Kurt until his skin was wet and his voice was gone.

Overall, this vacation was shaping up to be quite a pleasant stay. No one knew they were here. Carlson, Carmen and Lola, as far as they knew, still thought he was in Ohio whilst Elite model management, Kurt's agency, had attempted to contact him on numerous occasions, asking not too politely, where the hell he was. Pulling one of the oldest excuses from the book, Kurt had called in sick every time and every time he did; Noah had been impressed with the boy's acting talent. The hoarse throat, the sniffling, the odd sneeze and cough here and there, it was all brilliantly executed, making it all the more baffling why NYADA had rejected the boy. From what the man had seen, Kurt could most likely act his way out of a Chinese prison and not arouse suspicion. It was very entertaining to watch.

Now, after a long day they'd spent indoors, cooking for hours in the kitchen followed by a thorough cleanup once a food fight had erupted from the contents of a Devil's Food Cake they'd attempted to bake, both Noah and Kurt were in the media room, watching Studio Ghibli's Howl's Moving Castle. It was the final evening they had in the house before they'd decided it was about time to reluctantly head back to New York. Kurt would miss the Hamptons. He'd spent a lovely time here and considering most New Yorkers escaped here in August, here at the end of October, hardly anyone was around, increasing the sense of seclusion Noah's house had. That was another thing he was going to miss, the house. It was such a beautiful home, one that Noah had admitted he'd like to settle into one day with a future spouse he loved, whomever that may be, and to raise a family, the real American dream.

As soon as Kurt had heard this confession, he'd nodded before looking away. He didn't know if a family or even a husband was in his future. He was young after all, merely nineteen going on twenty next May, but the thought of starting something as traditional, as conventional, and as somewhat cliché as getting married and raising children was something that didn't appeal to him. He'd had similar discussions with Mercedes on the topic back in high school. She'd always hoped to find a man that would be able to withstand her diva like attitude and love her for it, leading to a future full of chocolate babies, but Kurt, he'd always preferred the idea of his wallet being full of disposable income rather than one covered in puke. After all, people had their preferences, but would his change when he met 'the one'? Would they change when he'd fall in love?

"You liking the film, Kurt?"

"Oh yeah, it's good. I've seen most of the studio's films except this one."

"Really? Which one's your favorite?"

"Ooh, that's difficult. I'd have to go with... both Laputa: Castle in the Sky and now this one."

"Oh yeah Laputa, I remember watching that. I was around, I don't know, five or six when I first saw it, and I remember wishing the flying city actually existed with me as its king so that I could command it's power," chuckled Noah as he recalled how silly he'd been. "I thought was it was pretty cool, but then I didn't want to be like that Colonel Muska psycho, so I stopped. Plus, after reading Gulliver's Travels in high school, I found out Laputa kind of sucked. The clothes and buildings were badly made and the chicks cheated on their husbands with the dudes on land. It was really weird."

"I thought women weren't allowed to visit the land below because once they'd arrive, they'd never return," scoffed Kurt, smiling as Noah returned the grin. They were about three quarters of the way through Howl's Moving Castle, but their attentions to the film had now turned in favor of discussing another one, even as Sophie's hat shop was bombed. "In any case, I liked the idea of a flying city, and all the magnetic levitation stuff was a neat touch, but for me, I always thought it represented a force of independence and freedom from the prejudice, judgment and ignorance of Earth."

"Kurt, are you okay? What's brought this on?"

"Oh, it's nothing Noah. Whilst you wished to be the Laputian king, I wished to fly away from the people I didn't like."

"Is there anyone you'd want to fly away from now?"

"There's always going to be someone Noah, and it's the same for everyone, even you."

"Maybe, but I'd kick their asses rather than fly away from them, you know, if they really pissed me off," boasted Noah, retracting his arms from around Kurt and flexing in front him like a bodybuilder, pouting slightly as he kissed both his 'guns' in pride. In response, Kurt could only giggle at the man's silliness whilst subtly biting his lip as Noah showed off his impressive arms. Kurt had always had a weakness for muscled arms. He didn't know what it was about them that he liked so much. They were just so hot. "But seriously Kurt, I know one thing for sure, I don't want to fly away from you. If anything, you'd fly away with me."

"Really?" asked Kurt as Noah nodded in confirmation, the serious expression on his face catching the boy off guard. Noah rarely spoke so deeply about his feelings, except for the times when it was utterly necessary, and instead resorted to pulse a sexual undercurrent equipped with a suggestive smirk and a cheeky wink in the high hopes of playing with Kurt under the covers, but now was not the case. The man had calmed down from his little gun show stint and was eying him with such earnestly after having spoken so sincerely that Kurt began to ponder Noah's increasing attraction to him. "Where would you fly me off to, Noah?"

"Anywhere you'd want to go, baby. Just as long as I have you and you're happy," replied Noah as he once again wrapped his arms around Kurt and kissed him, tasting the boy's sweet accords on his lips. Ever since he'd come to know Kurt, Noah had always pegged him as rather reserved, with a sunny disposition and a trademark wit. He'd encountered him in various moods from content, to embarrassed, to angry and he'd learned of the boy's physically and emotional scarring school life, including the death of his mother, Elizabeth, from cancer. Sometimes, Kurt would refuse to acknowledge the painful past, preferring to ignore it or become ignorant and pretend it wasn't there. Perhaps it was a form of memory rejection or perhaps it was the plea of a boy begging to start his life over with a better chance. How could Noah not hear him.

"Have me? What am I to you, Noah? An object?"

"What? Babe no, I meant-"

"Don't 'babe' me, Puckerman. I now see what you see me as."

"No Kurt, I don't see you as that. I-"

"I know you don't, silly. I'm just messing with you. I'm sorry, but you spoke with such sincerity that I couldn't help myself," giggled Kurt as Noah's panicked face calmed considerably. Teasing Noah had been fun, but truthfully, he'd been uncomfortable with the man's heart felt confession. It was the beginnings of something, an even bigger confession maybe, that he was not ready for. They'd only rekindled their affair a week ago, and Kurt didn't know if he reciprocated Noah's feelings to the same extent. Hopefully he would in time, but now was too soon. "Come on, let's get back to watching the-"

"Oh no we won't. You're paying for that baby. Nobody messes with me and lives to tell the tale," smirked Noah, his voice low and haunting but his eyes twinkling with a mischievous bad boy glint that had Kurt both on guard and turned on at the same time. However, before he could even begin to fathom what the man meant, Noah had pounced him, pinning him to the couch and lifting his polo top, ripe for tickling. Wriggling and squirming, doing anything he could to prevent his impending fate, Kurt laughed as he looked back up at Noah, pleading with a smile. It was no use. With the first touch, he screamed.

"Argh! Noah, stop! Quit it! I- ah! I hate being tickled! Ah!" cried out Kurt, his legs kicking and his arms flailing as he tried with all his might to grab onto Noah's hands, to pull them away from his body before he died from laughter. Again, it was all done in vain. He couldn't use the 'hey, look over there' distraction again. Noah had quickly learned not to fall for it so easily. The only thing left to do was to dislodge the man's balance onto the floor below, and that's just what Kurt did. Suddenly pushing against Noah, Kurt watched as the man fell to the floor as predicted, pulling Kurt on top of him. "Ha! You lose again, Noah!"

"Damn, you always do this to me. Though you know babe, if you want to ride me so bad, all you need do is ask," smirked Noah, Kurt smiling in amusement before moaning as the man lifted his crotch to his ass before rubbing it gently, massaging his growing erection against Kurt's perky behind. Though it wasn't enough to prevent the boy from jumping off him and fleeing the room, laughing away like a maniac as Noah rose from the ground before speeding after him like a bullet. "You can run but you can't hide! I know this house inside and out baby, so I'll be sure to find your sweet ass in no time!"

No time, however, turned into time itself, because as soon as Noah had reached the foyer, Kurt was gone, nowhere to be seen. The boy had had such an advantageous head start along with having been blessed with legs that could run like a freaking cheetah, that Noah hadn't been able to keep up. All he had to go on now was Kurt's taunting laughter echoing somewhere in the distance, resounding off the long corridors in the house, up the high ceilings and across the vast floors until they reached his listening ears. Oh how he was going to get Kurt for this. He was on the freaking Harvard Football team and throughout many a game, he'd successfully tackled guys who'd looked nothing more than seething steroid like monsters. The fact that he couldn't even pin Kurt down was shameful to say the least.

Still, Noah continued to scour the house for the boy. Pushing open doors to empty rooms, he kept a look out for signs of movement. He had the idea of calling out Kurt's name but refrained himself from doing so. He knew if he did, it would only give the boy a chance to run away from him again, and he'd already been made to look, made to stare in the bedroom. He was not going to lose a game of hide and seek in his house, whose blueprints were heavily ingrained in his mind that only a handful of rooms were left. His eyes were searching wildly, his head turning from side to side as a submarine's binoculars as his body was kept on the down low, knees bent and ready to pelt if he spied his upon his chosen prey. Kurt was going to be found and it was going to be soon.

Finally, as Noah returned to the foyer, he looked around. All his senses were fine, but his weren't picking anything up, except for nose. He could smell the burning of wood, the light scent of gas and smoke, and now, he could even feel the heat from the crackling flames as he made his way over to the living room door. Someone had breathed life into one of the many fireplaces in the house and he had a feeling which one. Soon enough as Noah rounded the hallway archway to the living room; his heartbeat quickened and his jaw feel open. There, lying completely in the nude on the fireside rug, was Kurt, the light of the fire flickering streaks of oranges, yellows and reds, bathing him in a myriad of warm colors that encouraged the boy's mouth to spread into a dozy like smile upon seeing Noah.

"You know Noah; you really should reacquaint yourself with the plan of your own home. Who knows who could sneak in and lie upon your floor before the fire...," breathed Kurt, his eyes lidded into a sultry expression as Noah continued to stare at him. That's all the man could do, just stare. He wasn't even sure he'd caught what Kurt had said. Something about reacquainting and lying on the floor and fire. He wasn't sure. After all, his eyes had been stolen by one of the most erotic yet romantic sights he'd ever seen. "Come here, baby. Come to me..."

"Whatever you say," stuttered Noah, walking forward before clumsily stumbling into one of the couch's end tables. Really? Was he really going to relive what had happened that night in his bathroom? He could see, he wasn't blind, though the sight of Kurt giggling before laying a hand on his own body, stroking it from his ankle, up his shin, thighs and onto his source of pleasure was so hypnotizing, that he'd most likely crash into two more pieces of furniture before reaching the boy, and hopefully, he woudn't have a limp to go with. Damn Kurt and his sexy sexiness. "Oh baby... wow... so, hot..."

"It is, isn't it, but I can't be here all on my own, all lonesome like this. I need you, Noah. Come exploit the heat with me," persuaded Kurt, beckoning Noah over with a tempting finger. One by one, Noah's clothes were removed. His tee shirt was peeled off, his belt unbuckled and jeans dropped, and finally his underwear was cast aside in favor of revealing in own body to the fire, the soft orange glow catching the fine treasure trail hairs on the man's navel as well as flattering Noah's muscular physique to the point where Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He is all man, and he is mine. "That's it baby, come to me."

Descending to the ground, before crawling his way on top of Kurt, Noah spread the boy's thighs apart with his knees and rested Kurt's legs on his hips. There they looked intently into each other's eyes as the fireside kissing began, but despite the lust that had been shining in both boys' eyes prior to the contact, the kiss was nothing but sweet and docile with no overblown sex drives nearing breaking point or lustful feelings desperate to escape, just passion. Yet there something else Kurt couldn't quite put his finger on. It was something deeper that he'd never experienced before and it both frightened and excited him as his heartbeat raced ever faster in the wake of such affection. The romantic tone of their evening was being set, their final night rounding off in such a satisfying way that the thought of leaving this Hampton heaven that they had entered was almost far too painful to think about.

"I want to thank you, Noah. This Hampton detour was a perfect end to my holiday, even if your hosting skills were... questionable."

"You started that food fight Kurt, but you're welcome. It was nice to finally share this place with a special someone."

"Finally? You've never brought a girlfriend here before? What about Quinn?"

"Yeah, she's been here and so have some other girls, but they've never been special to me."

"None of them? Wow, you must be a tough date to please," giggled Kurt, his mind still trying to come to terms with the fact that Noah Puckerman had not once had a special someone. Kurt hadn't had one either, but he had an excuse, whilst Noah, he had everything. What was wrong with him? Kurt's laughter, however, rapidly subsided as he took in the expression on the man's face, a mixture of adoration and sudden realization glimmering in his hazel eyes. "Are you saying no girl has been able to capture that willful heart of yours, stud?"

"No girl no, but one boy... you, Kurt," answered Noah, staring attentively back at Kurt as blue eyes widened, mouth falling open as the boy unconsciously traveled his hands from the man's arms to his chest, finally landing on Noah's heart. It was a strong heart, a brave heart and it was beating ever so fast, for it was powering a realization that had finally revealed itself with an answer, dawning slowly on Noah that these were the blue eyes he'd always want to drown himself in, those were the lips he'd always want to share his kisses with, and this was the face he wanted to wake up next to for the rest of his life.

"Kurt…" began Noah as Kurt's attention was once again drawn to the man's chest. Noah's heart had hastily quickened it's beats, and it was thumping so loudly the boy could hear it's cries, hear it fit to burst out of its cage the force was so intense. In all honesty, he was surprised Noah wasn't in pain. The man's breath was laboring but as Noah took an intake of breath at the reassuring touch of Kurt's finger's on his heart, he stole the attention of those ocean blue eyes once more in a searing kiss like no other, his soul soaring. "Kurt, I think I've... I think I've fallen in love with you."

Just please don't say you love me cause I might not say it back
Doesn't mean my heart stops skipping when you look at me like that
There's no need to worry when you see just where we're at
Just please don't say you love me cause I might not say it back.

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Author's Note: For this chapter I had to research First Class accommodation on Emirates Airlines (which I doubt operates at Columbus, Ohio), East Hampton and it's real estate. The song is 'Please Don't Say You Love Me' by Gabrielle Aplin.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters from Glee since I don't own the show. I'm not earning money from this and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I mean only to please whoever stumbles upon my Love Story.

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