Note: This chapter will make more sense if you go back and read chapter 15 first. Thank you for reading.
The band was back on stage and playing again. Kurt and Adam made out against the wall in their dark corner of the club through the next two songs. Maybe three. They lost count. Adam's blond head was bent down over Kurt's brown one, while Kurt tipped his head back to slot his mouth at the perfect angle with Adam's. Their tongues pressed and slid together, warm and slick. It was delicious.
The pounding rock songs throbbed through their bones from the sound system. Adam's big hands slid down Kurt's back, and Kurt's breath caught when they stopped at Kurt's tiny waist and pulled Kurt closer. The back of Kurt's neck was starting to ache from leaning up into the kiss, when he saw a light flash out of the corner of his eye.
He broke away from Adam's mouth and turned angrily to see two young women holding up their phones to take pictures of him and Adam kissing.
"Seriously?" Kurt muttered.
He pulled back away from Adam slightly and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, glaring at the girls as they rushed off toward the stairs.
Kurt looked up at Adam again. His eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling with his hard breaths. Adam was apparently just as turned on as Kurt was, judging by the bulge in Adam's jeans.
Kurt wanted to get his hands on it.
Adam ran a fingertip along the swirling gold patterns on Kurt's black shirt, making Kurt gasp when his fingers roamed over a nipple. Adam moved closer tobreathe hot in Kurt's ear. "Do you think we should go back downstairs to the show, before we put on one of our own?"
Kurt shivered.
"Well, we could. You did say this was your favorite band," said Kurt, rubbing his hand on the firm muscles of Adam's broad chest and tracing the name of the band on the letters on Adam's soft old t-shirt. "Or..."
"Or?"
"We could check the men's room again. And see if it's empty. But I wouldn't want you to miss any of the show."
"I've seen them so many times, darling." Adam looked down at Kurt, his eyes full of warmth.
It hit Kurt just how strongly Adam felt about him. How much he wanted him. Because one more time, the expression on Adam's face made it clear that no matter how much he loved his favorite group, he was even more into Kurt than he was into the band. It was a heady feeling being someone's focus like that and Kurt wanted to show Adam how much he wanted him too.
Kurt stepped back from their embrace and began to walk toward the bathroom. He didn't check to see if Adam was following him.
He knew he was.
Kurt pushed the door open and walked in. The room was empty. He checked under the stalls for feet.
"I think we're alone now," sang Kurt quietly.
Adam's bright laugh sent another rush of warmth through Kurt. He pulled Adam into the nearest stall and Adam moved to shut the door and slide the latch closed behind them, before turning to Kurt.
Kurt pressed Adam to the door of the stall and leaned up to kiss him again. He reached for the button of Adam's jeans.
"May I?" Kurt muttered into Adam's mouth.
"You may."
Kurt opened the button and lowered Adam's zipper.
"Can I do this? " asked Kurt in a low, quiet voice, reaching in to stroke Adam's erection through the soft fabric of his briefs.
"Please," murmured Adam.
"And this?" said Kurt, pulling Adam cock out of his briefs and beginning to play with Adam's foreskin with his thumb.
"Yeah..."
Kurt wrapped his hand around the warm, heavy weight of Adam's long shaft and gave him a firm squeeze. Adam cried out.
"If you want some lube, I have some in my pocket," Kurt said quietly.
Adam's hand fumbled at one of the front pockets of Kurt's jeans while Kurt began to slowly stroke him.
"The other one," said Kurt.
Adam managed to get the little packet out and rip it open, squeezing the gel over Kurt's fingers and his cock.
"There we go," muttered Kurt as he kept,stroking. "Much better, hmm?"
"You have the best ideas," managed Adam.
Kurt chuckled. "The best idea I ever had was asking you out for coffee."
Up.
Down.
"I remember that day," said Adam. "You were...on the stairs looking so hot...bent over tying your...ah!...shoes..."
"I have a confession," said Kurt.
"Oh?"
Up.
Down.
"Yeah. I wasn't really tying my shoes." Kurt leaned up to Adam's ear. "I was stalling because I saw you, and I was terrified of walking over to you."
"You were?" Adam managed.
"Are you kidding me, Adam? You with your flirting and your gorgeous face and your hot body and being OLDER and BRITISH and you were so nice to me...I was scared to death."
Adam cried out, drunk on the compliments and the feeling of Kurt's hand moving around him.
"Kiss me," said Kurt, squeezing harder.
They shifted until their mouths met again. Trying to muffle Adam's cries in his mouth worked for a minute, and then Adam was pulling back from the kiss, moaning louder.
Kurt stroked harder. He worked his hand up and down, over and over.
"Kurt..."
Adam cried out and pulsed wet and hot in his hand.
"That's it," murmured Kurt, stroking him through it. "That's it, honey."
Adam leaned back against the door of the stall, breathing hard, his eyes closed. Kurt lazily mouthed at Adam's warm neck just above the collar of his black t-shirt and waited for Adam to come down from his high.
When Adam opened his eyes again, Kurt reached over for the toilet paper to wipe off his hand and clean up Adam. Adam was closing his zipper when the sound of the door banging open startled them, and they heard loud laughter from a group of men coming into the bathroom. For Kurt, the sound brought back old memories of locker rooms. As if a bucket of cold water had been thrown on him, the mood was broken for him.
They waited quietly, holding each other. Kurt laid his head on Adam's chest and listened to the steady thump of Adam's heartbeat until the men used the bathroom and left.
They were alone again.
"Your turn?" asked Adam trailing a lazy finger down Kurt's chest.
"No, I'm good," said Kurt. The interruption had killed his buzz. "Do you want to get back to the show?"
"If you're sure," said Adam.
"Save that thought for later," said Kurt.
Adam laughed and took Kurt's hand. He leaned close to kiss Kurt on the temple, inhaling the sweet-smelling sweat that was making Kurt's hair curl a little.
"If I must," Adam sighed and threaded Kurt's fingers between his larger ones, giving Kurt's hand a squeeze. "How do I look?"
"Gorgeous," said Kurt reaching up to plant a soft kiss on Adam's lips.
"Let me fix your hair," said Kurt, letting go of Adam's hand so he could run his slim fingers through the soft blond strands. He tugged down Adam's black t-shirt where it had ridden up.
Adam looked at Kurt, love struck, and Kurt shivered.
"Are you cold?" asked Adam, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's arms.
"I'm fine. Come on, let's go."
They left the stall and washed their hands. When Kurt opened the door, a loud wave of sound hit them, and Adam's face lit up with a smile.
"I love this song."
They hurried downstairs to the first floor while the crowd roared its approval. Kurt had heard it on the radio, a hard-driving rock song about getting laid. The singer growled out the lyrics in a low sexy voice that made Kurt tingle. Adam and Kurt began to push through the crowd toward the stage.
The song ended as they made their way up front, and everyone cheered around them while they took a spot a few rows back from the stage on the right side. The band started to play a slower tune, and Adam wrapped his arms around Kurt from behind and nuzzled his face into Kurt's hair.
Kurt leaned back against him. From his cosy spot in Adam's arms Kurt couldn't see that Adam's face was joyful, his hair a complete mess despite Kurt's efforts. Kurt looked around and saw a few admiring looks from other men and women aimed at Adam, which made Kurt feel a little possessive and a little proud.
But Adam didn't seem to care about anyone except for Kurt. Well, Kurt and the lead singer. Who was pretty hot. They swayed together and Kurt twined his fingers with Adam's on his chest.
Kurt let himself feel happy in Adam's arms.
The crowd began to press and bump against them as the band transitioned into a fast song. They broke apart and started dancing faster.
Kurt could definitely see the appeal of the hot lead singer on the stage. Strutting around, seducing everyone in the crowd with his muscular body and a charisma Kurt envied, Matthew Diamond dominated the room, wearing only leather pants, boots and a smile. He was pure sex.
Kurt could see him clearly from their spot near the stage. A bold Celtic tattoo curved and twisted over one shoulder and down Matthew's muscular arm, flexing as it held onto the mic. Kurt watched with longing as a bead of sweat rolled down Matthew's chiseled torso, down over his gorgeous abs and under the waistband of those black leather pants.
Kurt's own pants were starting to tighten again. Matthew apparently made the rest of the room feel good too. Kurt had never felt anything like the amazing sexual energy in the room. The crowd seemed to move and surge and pulse together as one when they danced.
Out of the corner of his eye Kurt saw Chandler and his boyfriend approaching. His friends smiled and started dancing next to them.
Adam tapped him on the arm. When he had his attention he made a gesture of pretending to drink from an imaginary glass. Kurt smiled and made a gesture that he would stay where he was. He moved closer to Chandler and his boyfriend while Adam went off in the direction of the bar.
At the end of the song, Matthew began to play a slow guitar riff. "You've been a blast, New York. This is our last song for tonight."
Kurt looked over toward the bar and could see Adam take a long drink from his glass, and look toward the stage.
Kurt turned to Chandler. "They're amazing," he said.
"I know!" said Chandler. "And Matt is so hot!"
"Seriously,"said Kurt.
After the song ended and the band left the stage, the crowd cheered loudly until the band came back and picked up their instruments to play the encore song. Adam joined Kurt just before they started playing. His eyes were a little glassy and he wobbled a bit on his feet.
"Careful there, cowboy," said Kurt, throwing an arm around Adam's waist.
Adam smiled broadly at Kurt, his eyes nearly closed. He leaned closer and pressed his cheek against Kurt's head. Kurt could smell the alcohol on his breath.
Kurt's felt an uncomfortable tightness in his chest. The muscles in his shoulders clenched and he tensed for a moment. He took a deep breath and let it out, and told the logical part of his brain that Adam was not Blaine. Drinking only seemed to make Adam sweeter, if that was even possible. Or maybe Adam was just a nicer person. Maybe alcohol just enhanced who you naturally tended to be.
Adam started to sing along with the band, and his beautiful voice brought Kurt back to the moment.
After singing the last song in a voice as clear and strong as it was at the beginning of the night, the singer was saying goodnight to the crowd. The show was over. The lights came up, and the band left the stage for good this time.
"Do you want to check out the merch table?" Maurie asked Chandler.
"Yeah. You guys coming?"
"Absolutely," slurred Adam. "Come on Kurt."
Adam was staggering a little, so Kurt kept his arm around him as they all waited in line so Adam and Chandler and Maurie could buy t-shirts.
"They were amazing," sighed Chandler happily.
"Brilliant," agreed Adam. "What did you think, Kurt?"
"They were really good. I can see why you like them."
Once their t-shirts were in hand, Chandler and Maurie said their goodbye to Kurt and Adam.
"We have to get coffee some time," said Chandler.
"I'd like that," said Kurt.
"And talk about how hard it is being a theater major when you're not the leading man type."
"I beg your pardon," joked Kurt.
Chandler looked worried for a minute, thinking that Kurt was insulted, but when he realized Kurt was joking, he smiled.
"Here, give me your number," said Kurt, handing Chandler his phone, and Chandler beamed at him and started typing in his name. Soon they were both entered in each other's phones and confirmed as friends on Facebook.
"Are you two heading for the train?"asked Maurie.
"I'd like to wait and see if I can get an autograph, " said Adam.
"That's tempting, but it's freezing out" said Chandler.
Maurie whispered something in Chandler's ear. Kurt only caught the word "warm." Chandler giggled and exchanged a pointed glance with his boyfriend.
"Bye boys!" said Chandler.
"Great meeting you!" said Maurie with a wave, and they left.
"I think they want to be alone," said Kurt with a laugh.
"Come on," said Adam. "I want to see if we can catch a glimpse of Matthew outside."
Kurt and Adam got their coats from the coat check and left the club. The cold winter air stung their faces as they walked toward the alley on the side of the building, where a small crowd was already gathering next to a massive tour bus with its noisy engine running.
They were huddled close together, their warm breath painting the cold air white, enjoying the buzz of waiting with a group of excited people, just as they had been when they were waiting to get into the show earlier.
Kurt's feet were a little sore from dancing. He was hungry and ready to leave. But seeing Adam's excited face was worth it. Adam's eyes were lit up even though he was shivering, and he looked like a little kid about to open a giant present on his birthday.
"So what did you think of Matthew Diamond?" asked Adam, after they had been waiting for about twenty minutes in the cold.
"Oh my God," said Kurt. "What a hottie. And can we talk about his range? Singing so high and clear on the high notes, so full of emotion, and then plunging down into this deep, growling sexy low voice?"
"And the leather,"gushed Kurt.
"Glad you enjoyed it, "said a voice behind Kurt.
He whipped his head around to see that Matthew Diamond himself had just walked out of the side door while Kurt had been babbling on about him. The leather pants were gone, and Matthew was dressed simply in faded blue jeans and a black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt.
Kurt was starting to daydream about whether Matthew's hair was wet from a recent shower or from working up a sweat on stage, when the singer suddenly walked up to Kurt and pulled him firmly against his side with one strong arm.
Adam stared at Kurt and Matthew, stunned, his mouth hanging open for a moment, and then he grabbed his phone and took their picture. The singer's manager reached for his phone and took a photo at the same time.
Matthew leaned over and purred hot in Kurt's ear. "You're really cute."
Adam's expression was priceless: shock, lust, and you mess with my Kurt and you'll be sorry.
Moving into the singer's personal space, Adam stood in front of Matt, scowled a little and said "He's with me."
A huge bodyguard moved toward Adam, but Matthew just laughed and waved the guy off with one hand.
"I love making the boyfriends jealous," he said to his guard, and quickly moved on to flirt with the next fan in line. As the singer took out a sharpie to sign a CD, Kurt and Adam blinked and stared at each other for a moment, their mouths open in shock.
Then they burst out laughing.
"The look on your face!" said Kurt, doubled over, clutching his stomach.
"Well I'll be..." said Adam. "Did that really happen?"
"You were like, Am I jealous? Am I angry? Am I turned on? ALL OF THE ABOVE!" said Kurt.
Adam laughed harder.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted to fight him or have a threesome!" said Kurt.
"Cheeky," said Adam.
"You love it."
"You're fun." Adam handed his phone over to show Kurt the picture.
"And you're drunk," teased Kurt, looking at the blurry photo.
"A little." He was beaming adorably at Kurt.
Kurt threw his arms around Adam, and Adam picked Kurt up in his strong arms and lifted him off the ground.
"Come on big boy, let's go back to my place," said Kurt.
Adam put him down. "You don't have to ask me twice."
He grabbed Kurt's hand and started pulling him down the alley toward the street. Kurt laughed and followed him.
"Are you hungry?" asked Kurt when they reached the noisy street.
"Famished."
After walking a couple blocks, they found a pizza place with an outside window and got in line to buy some.
When Adam handed him his slice the hot cheese burned Kurt's tongue.
Kurt's phone vibrated. Kurt balanced the big slice of pizza in one hand and took out his phone with the other. He looked at the screen and smiled. "
"No way!"
"What is it?"
"Check it out."
Kurt had been tagged in a photo on a fan page for the Shocking Mistakes.
"Nice!" said Adam.
The band had uploaded the photo to their Facebook page, and Chandler had just tagged Kurt in it.
"This is epic," said Adam. "Much better than the one I took."
The picture showed the singer with a smug expression on his face, his arm around Kurt. Kurt's eyes and mouth were wide open, his forehead wrinkled with worry. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Adam was glaring at Matthew, his eyebrows knit together angrily, his jaw set in a tense line.
"Classic," said Kurt.
Adam and Kurt grinned at each other.
Being with Adam was so easy. Kurt couldn't imagine Blaine being able to laugh at himself for being jealous...or enjoying the fact that Kurt was getting all the attention from a hot rock star. A wave of affection for Adam washed over Kurt and he smiled at his date rather stupidly for a long moment.
"Penny for your thoughts?" said Adam, looking at Kurt curiously.
Kurt's smile turned just a little shy. "Just feeling...happy to be here with you," he said.
A warm smile lit up Adam's face. "Exactly how I feel, Kurt."
"So," said Adam. He wiped a bit of tomato sauce off Kurt's cheek with his thumb and brought it to his mouth and licked it off.
Kurt stared at his mouth with longing.
"Do you need any more pizza, Kurt?"
"One more."
Adam ordered a slice for each of them and they took them with them to munch on as they walked toward the train station.
Kurt's phone had gone off several more times by the time they reached the subway station.
"I just got a friend request from Chandler," said Adam.
"He's a good guy. You should accept," said Kurt.
And then Adam was tagged and his phone started buzzing, as his friends found out about the picture.
"We're famous, darling," said Adam with a smirk.
"Not how I thought it would happen," said Kurt, smiling. "Here's our stop!"
They walked up out of the subway and toward Kurt's building.
Outside the door to his apartment, Kurt stopped and whispered.
"We should turn our phones off. They're going to wake the girls up if they keep gong off like this."
"Good idea," agreed Adam. "You don't have anywhere to be in the morning do you?"
Kurt shook his head and grinned at what Adam was implying. "Sunday morning. I don't need my alarm. We can sleep in."
"Brilliant," said Adam, his eyes on Kurt's.
They took out their phones and shut them off. Kurt opened the heavy door and they stepped into the apartment. Kurt put a finger to Adam's lips to signal Adam to be quiet. Adam took the digit between his lips and drew it into his mouth and sucked, laughing at Kurt's surprised expression.
"We have to be quiet or the fun will be all over," whispered Kurt.
Adam pressed his lips together and pretended to lock them with an imaginary key.
Kurt kept a finger to his lips and he looked at Adam sternly. He gestured toward the living room.
Santana was asleep. The sofa bed was opened up into a large bed, and she apparently had company because there was another body lying next to hers.
Kurt hung up his jacket on a hook near the door, and gestured to Adam to give him his jacket to hang up . Then Kurt took Adam's hand and pulled him across the loft and behind the curtain into his bedroom.
"You really have to whisper, Adam. I can hear things I'd really rather not when Rachel has Brody over."
"Okay," whispered Adam, nodding. He leaned close to Kurt's ear. "I'll whisper." And he blew in Kurt's ear, his warm breath sending a jolt of heat through Kurt's whole body. And suddenly Kurt was done being polite to his roommates. Done whispering. Done putting what everybody else needed first.
If Rachel's boyfriend could walk around naked, if Santana could bring someone home when she didn't even live here, then surely he could have sex with...well he wasn't ready to call Adam his boyfriend, but maybe eventually, if he didn't screw this up...
"Come here." Kurt pulled Adam close and kissed him.
Adam pulled back. "We don't have to...you know."
"You know?" teased Kurt.
Adam looked worried. "No, I mean it. We've both been drinking and I don't want you to feel like you have anything to prove to me."
Kurt started to unbutton his black and gold shirt and dropped it on the floor.
Adam looked at Kurt's toned chest and swallowed. "I'm perfectly happy with just cuddling and I don't want you to feel pressured or anything and I am trying to be a gentleman here and...oh God, I'm babbling."
"Are you okay?" asked Kurt fondly.
"I just...I really don't want you to regret anything if you're as tipsy as I am and you're just the sweetest man and I would never want to pressure you..."
"Adam, I had one drink. I didn't even finish it. Are you saying you don't want to fool around because you're drunk?"
"No," Adam shook his head so hard it made him dizzy. "Ow."
Kurt laughed. "Oh honey, careful there."
Adam lifted a hand to run his long fingers slowly through Kurt's hair, holding his eyes with so much love and sincerity it made Kurt ache.
"I don't ever want to make you feel bad, Kurt. Ever."
Kurt felt the pressure of unshed tears in his eyes at Adam's sweetness.
"You never have," said Kurt.
Adam looked so earnest and sad.
"You." Kurt kissed him. "Are." Kiss. "Very." Kiss. "Sweet."
"Am I?" asked Adam with a ridiculous smile.
"And you need a shower."
"I beg your pardon."
"With me."
"Oh! Yes. Yes, I'm very dirty," Adam confided with a giggle.
Kurt wriggled out of his tight jeans and his underwear and stood naked in front of Adam.
"I hope so."
Kurt reached for his robe and put it on.
"Come on," Kurt said.
They slipped quietly inside the bathroom. Kurt shut the door and locked it. He hung up his robe and turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower while Adam was still taking off his clothes.
Adam joined Kurt, who gave a pleased little hum as Adam moved toward him and took him in his arms. The spray splashed Adam's face, and he made a face and wiped his face with one hand and then looked at Kurt. They held each other's gaze for a moment before moving together into the slow, delicious slide of a wet kiss.
"I never did get my autograph," murmured Adam.
"Oh, do you think we should go back?" asked Kurt, rubbing his hands over the muscles in Adam's back.
"There's an interesting idea."
"What is?" asked Kurt, lathering his hands with body wash and starting to rub them on every part of Adam he could reach.
"We coud invite Matthew here."
"Do you think he'd come with us?"
"Well, he clearly liked you," said Adam.
"I don't know," teased Kurt, rubbing a soapy hand down over Adam's ass and giving one cheek a squeeze. "You were a little possessive. Are you sure you want to share me?"
"Just picture it," said Adam, his voice getting deeper and rougher. "Both of us doing whatever you wanted us to. Completely at your mercy."
Kurt shivered.
"What would you tell us to do Kurt?
"Oh my God."
"Would he be on his knees for you?"
"Adam."
"Or maybe I'd be on my knees."
"Oh God..."
"Tell me," Adam demanded.
"Okay," whispered Kurt directly in Adam's ear. He took Adam's ear lobe into his mouth and sucked for a moment. "I'd be behind you, and I'd be inside you. And Matthew would be on his knees in front of you sucking you off."
"Why do I get all the attention?" said Adam, cupping Kurt's ass gently with both hands.
Kurt rubbed his fingertips down Adam's crack. Adam shivered and pulled Kurt closer against his warm, wet, soapy body.
"Because you're so hot neither of us would be able to resist you," insisted Kurt.
"You're too good to me," said Adam, turning to rinse all the soap off himself while Kurt admired the view.
Kurt grinned, and then his face grew more serious. "I need to ask you something. Are you really okay with me topping?"
"So okay," muttered Adam into Kurt's neck.
"Really? You're not just saying that?"
"Of course not. Why would I lie about a thing like that?"
"I just want to be sure."
Adam drew back from nibbling on Kurt's neck and looked at him.
"If I didn't want that, then why did I make sure I got very, very clean this morning before I came over?"
Kurt smiled. "Okay, I believe you."
"You really should," Adam said, returning to paying attention to Kurt's neck.
"Okay. So you're okay with me sliding my fingers into your gorgeous ass then."
"Yes. I am definitely okay with that."
"And opening you up. Just making sure," said Kurt in a playful tone.
"Yes. We wouldn't want any misunderstandings," Adam murmured.
"Guess what I have," Kurt whispered proudly. "Waterproof lube!"
"Fantastic."
Kurt drew back the shower curtain and leaned out to quickly retrieve the container from the cabinet. He closed the shower curtain again so the water wouldn't get all over the floor and opened the jar, slicking up his hand. He pressed his chest against Adam's and reached around him, and began rubbing his fingertips gently over Adam's entrance.
"Yeah," breathed Adam. "Let me turn around."
Adam leaned on the cool tiles of the shower wall while Kurt slowly began to open him up with his fingers.
"Is this good? "said Kurt
"Yeah."
"Getting you ready for me?"
"Yes, please."
"So polite," said Kurt
Adam laughed. "I try."
"Would you like a third?"
"Please," moaned Adam.
Kurt slid a third finger in and Adam cried out. "You like that?" asked Kurt, flexing his fingers inside Adam.
Adam was moaning when they heard the knock on the door.
"Damn it," said Kurt.
"Bloody hell," said Adam.
"Kurt?!" came a loud voice through the door.
"Rachel," muttered Kurt.
"I have to go!" yelled Rachel.
"I am so sorry," said Kurt, slipping his fingers carefully out of Adam.
"Not your fault."
"How can you be so nice all the time?"
Adam shrugged.
"Kurt, are you coming out?" Rachel yelled.
"She's going to wake everyone else up too."
"Everyone else?"
"Santana seems to have a guest." Kurt stepped out of the tub and opened the closet, pulling out a rose-colored towel and handing it to Adam.
"Just my color."
Kurt laughed.
"How can you be so cheerful about this?" asked Kurt as he quickly toweled off and put his robe back on.
"Well, we are moving this to your room, aren't we?"
"You bet your sweet ass we are."
"Sweet, is it?" Adam turned and checked himself out in the mirror on the wall with a smirk on his face.
"The sweetest," said Kurt, giving Adam a loud, playful slap on the ass.
"I can hear that! Get out here now!" shouted Rachel.
Kurt waited until Adam had wrapped the towel around himself, and opened the door.
"We need to talk," hissed Rachel.
"I thought you needed the bathroom?"
"After that."
"Not a good time, Rach!"
"It's really important."
"Tell me in the morning."
"Did you get my text, Kurt?"
"No."
"Well read it," Rachel demanded, and pushed her way into the bathroom and shut the door.
Kurt walked back to his room. Adam followed him, wrapped in the towel and carrying his clothes.
"Maybe you should read her text," said Adam, his eyes dancing as he put his clothes down on the chair in Kurt's room.
"Maybe I shouldn't."
"Could be important," said Adam.
"Why are we talking about her?" asked Kurt. He pulled back the blankets and climbed onto his soft, clean bed sheets, moving into a comfortable position, resting on his side on his elbow.
"No idea," muttered Adam. He draped his towel over the chair and climbed onto the bed.
Adam paused, and he looked at Kurt with such a tender expression on his face it took Kurt's breath away.
The love in Adam's eyes hit Kurt like a freight train. Kurt could barely stand to look back at him, but Adam's gaze never wavered.
It was everything Kurt wanted. Everything he hoped for. Everything he was afraid of. Everything he knew could hurt him again, if he let himself fall in love with Adam.
Overwhelmed, Kurt shut his eyes, not realizing that his heartache was written all over his face.
"Kurt?" he heard Adam ask.
He opened his eyes to see Adam looking at him, concerned, loving, his own heart a little broken to see Kurt hurting so much.
Adam's tenderness soothed something broken in Kurt.
"Come here," said Kurt hoarsely. He shifted and held out his arms and Adam moved into them. They held each other close for several long minutes, Kurt in his silk robe, Adam wearing only his necklace, their fingers tracing patterns over each other's arms and shoulders.
"I'm okay," said Kurt. His voice cracked a little, but it was true. Kurt was scared, but he was right where he wanted to be.
In Adam's arms.
"I'm glad," said Adam.
He moved so he could slowly, lovingly mouth along Kurt's long neck. Kurt rolled his eyes back and gave in to the sensation, letting out a long, slow exhale.
Adam pulled back, his eyes full of concern, and they looked at each other. Adam looked at Kurt's mouth and moved forward slowly to kiss him. Kurt felt the sparks between their mouths before they even made contact.
They laid together for several long minutes, kissing, kissing, kissing.
"We finally have enough room," Adam said reverently, untying the belt on Kurt's robe.
"Yeah, your bed's a little small. But at least you have walls."
"And people knocking on the door at all hours," muttered Adam. He pulled Kurt's leg over him to wrap around his hip and returned his mouth to Kurt's.
"We have them here too," whispered Kurt against Adam's lips.
"True." said Adam. "We need to get away by ourselves some time."
"I'd love that."
Adam hummed happily. Curved around each other, they kissed some more and let their hands roam over each other's bodies. Adam pushed the silky robe off of Kurt's shoulders and Kurt moved back to shrug out of it and let it fall to the floor.
"So just to be clear..." Kurt said quietly.
"Yes, love?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Yes," Adam said happily.
"You're okay with that?"
"I am so okay with that."
"How do would you want me?" asked Kurt.
Adam shivered delightedly and rolled over on his stomach. "Like this?"
"Yeah," said Kurt. "My stuff is in that drawer. Could you?" Kurt asked, pointing to the small night table next to Adam's side of the bed.
"Oh. Sure. Let me..." Adam got back up and reached into the drawer. He pulled out a tiny bottle and a box of condoms and placed them on the bed between them.
Adam moved back onto his stomach and rested his head on his folded arms, giving Kurt a perfect view of his beautiful biceps. Kurt leaned down and gave one of them a kiss. Overcome with emotion, Kurt whispered into Adam's hair. "I am so lucky."
Adam leaned up and twisted to kiss Kurt over his shoulder, and then laid back down and got comfortable again. He waited while Kurt pulled himself together.
"Ready when you are, gorgeous," said Adam.
A warm feeling rolled through Kurt's chest. He rolled on a condom and slicked himself up, and moved closer to rub the tip of his cock against Adam's opening. Adam made a pleased sound and angled his hips up to meet him, and Kurt began to slowly push in.
It was finally happening. He was pressing into Adam, warm and naked and beautiful in his bed.
He pushed in, the tight squeeze around him making him cry out from the pleasure.
Adam started to tremble and Kurt paused. Feeling a powerful need to protect Adam, Kurt wrapped his arms around him and held him close, rubbing a soothing hand up and down Adam's chest. Adam took Kurt's hand in his own, and held it. The charm on Adam's necklace bumped Kurt's hand gently, warm from his body heat.
Kurt pushed in further and Adam made a pained little sound.
"Are you okay?" said Kurt, stopping.
"Yeah, let me just..." Adam adjusted the angle of his hips. "Okay."
Kurt pulled back, and then pressed slowly back in. "Better?"
"Perfect," sighed Adam.
"I want you to feel good. Really, really good," murmured Kurt.
Adam began making gorgeous little sounds as Kurt went on moving gently in and out of him. But Kurt was beyond caring about who could hear them. All his thoughts were focused on the sweet man in front of him and around him, as they lost themselves in a haze of heat and pleasure.
"So good," whispered Kurt.
"Kurt, you...I...ohhh..." Adam moaned.
"Yeah?" asked Kurt, smiling.
Adam was flexing his hips, moving back to meet Kurt's thrusts, moving forward to rub against the bed.
And faster than he had intended, Kurt felt himself boiling over.
"Adam, I'm going to come, I...Oh God, oh God," Kurt began chanting as he came hard and filled the condom.
He closed his eyes and shook inside Adam, holding his slim hips with both hands.
Kurt panted hard as he came down.
"Sorry," Kurt whispered.
"Don't be," said Adam as Kurt slipped out of him and moved off the bed to take care of the condom.
Adam rolled onto his back and Kurt came back to bed and snuggled up close to him.
"It's just that you've been turning me on all day," Kurt said apologetically.
Adam giggled.
"Just give me a minute and I'll take care of you."
"It's okay," whispered Adam, reaching over to run his long fingers through Kurt's sweaty hair.
They laid side by side until Kurt's heavy breathing slowed.
"So," Kurt said, running his fingers down the trail of hair under Adam's navel, down until he reached Adam's cock and grabbed it.
Adam gasped. "Yes?"
"Remember how you said you hate having a condom in your mouth?"
"What of it?" asked Adam as Kurt began to stroke him.
"Well, I don't feel the same way."
"Oh, I see," said Adam, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
"So, can I blow you?"
"God, yes."
Kurt gave him a dirty smile, and reached for a condom which he opened and rolled onto Adam's sizeable erection.
Kurt nudged Adam's legs apart and moved in between them. Adam looked down and watched Kurt firmly hold onto the base of his shaft and sink his mouth over his cock. Kurt wasted no time, beginning to suck hard and swallow around him.
"Oh my God, Kurt..."
Kurt kept sucking as hard as he could, letting his lips glide up and down Adam's length. Kurt began to hum around him, and Adam moaned.
His head rolled back and he came inside the condom in Kurt's mouth.
Kurt sucked him through it, and when Adam's chest stopped heaving and his breathing slowed down, Kurt popped off and laid down next to Adam.
"That...you...I...wow."
"You liked that?" asked Kurt.
Adam reached for Kurt's shoulders, pulling him toward him and kissing him soundly.
Kurt made a pleased, sleepy little sound into Adam's mouth.
Adam broke away from the kiss and reached down to take off the condom. Kurt showed him where his trash can was so he could throw it out.
Then Kurt found a soft old t-shirt in his dresser to clean them up. He turned off his lamp and they moved back into each other's arms on Kurt's bed, and Kurt pulled the covers over them.
"It's freezing in here," said Kurt. "Sorry, this drafty old place gets really cold sometimes."
"Good thing I have you to keep me warm," answered Adam.
"You might want to put something on, in case the girls come barging in here in the morning,"said Kurt.
"Too sleepy," mumbled Adam, wrapping his strong arms around Kurt and hugging him tight.
Kurt laughed. "Me too," he said, running his fingers over Adam's beautiful arm. In the faint light from the window, Kurt watched Adam's relaxed and sleepy face, and Kurt fell a little more for this beautiful man, who, judging from his smitten expression, had fallen completely for Kurt.
Adam pulled Kurt closer and began to hum a tune that sounded familiar, but before Kurt could figure out what the song was, he was fast asleep in Adam's warm, loving arms.
Adam followed him soon after.