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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 72 FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS

Uhhhh! Way too early to be awake, Kurt’s sluggish mind said as he rolled onto his left side. Insomnia rarely robbed him of sleep, but lately?…stoked by a passion that had lain dormant, then without warning had leapt off the pages of one of his many spiral-bound notebooks?…now he even kept a small pad of paper and a pencil on the nightstand, a mini flashlight available so he could jot down ideas, spilling from his overactive brain, through his fingers and onto the page.

Sharing the project he envisioned with Javi had somehow freed his emotions, but had captured his brain, leaving it trapped in a semi-permanent on position. Yes, his passion was writing, but alongside that lay an overabundance of practical considerations. Kurt’s relative anonymity had worked in their favor thus far. Performing onstage in Albuquerque was one of a handful of times he’d stepped briefly out of the shadows and into the spotlight combining one of his many talents with Javi’s crowd-pleasing performance. If Kurt’s venture into writing produced a successful book, how might that affect Javi’s career and his personal life…their personal life? It probably wouldn’t unless his success was such that translating the book into Spanish might become a reality. And since the book was still in its infancy, safely cradled between the ruled pages of a notebook, not even yet dignified with a title….only the future held an answer.

He could picture himself in legitimate or gossipy interviews where the number one question would be, “What were your influences? Did you have help? Who…what…when…where…why?” He couldn’t very well reply, “I learned it from my partner, actually. And he learned it from his former partner…oh, what happened to him? He’s deceased. It was…. a skydiving accident. And he learned from his parents.” He could hear the reverberation of a million, “I’d rather not comment on that. The answer to that is not really pertinent to the topic of the book. Where I learned it isn’t important or up for discussion. What’s important is that it helps others; that’s why I wrote it. No, I won’t tell you his name; I’m not here to talk about my partner or his past.”

Neither of them wanted to bring Antonio or his parents into the mix. Something that affected Javi’s career was one thing; something that affected his equally well-known partner in Mateo, now gone, and also Javi’s parents was like opening Pandora’s box. They’d chosen to use unorthodox methods to teach their son the art of loving a person wholly. Their teachings were a rare gift passed down through who knew how many generations and at great risk. Secrecy had been maintained for a whole host of reasons and confidentiality was their right. In Kurt’s eyes, extending the knowledge learned from Javi was most certainly a gift, but it wasn’t his to give at the expense of others’ privacy. There was also the issue of morality. In any country, the tale of the background techniques used could be perceived as provocative. In Mexico, one never knew where danger might lurk, where the question of illegality would come into play. Kurt wasn’t willing to take that risk, but they’d figure it out somehow. There was no reason to rush the publication of what he hoped would become a book. They certainly didn’t need the money and it gave Kurt plenty of time to acquaint himself with the business end of publication. Could he use a pseudonym perhaps…and would it alleviate some of the issues if he did?

But the tangled threads of tomorrow’s obstacles wasn’t what had awakened him. The dream again; not just “a” dream, but The Dream. If his abilities extended to magic, he’d banish it to extinction with a single, “Begone!” Not that he had it that often but it was annoying. However, it had been a long time since he’d awakened with damp cheeks or unshed tears. He supposed that was an improvement. He was no closer to understanding it than he had been the first time it had made its troublesome premiere. What a perfect night that had been. The first time they’d played a made up game Javi called, “What I Like About You.” Their words, their fingers, their bodies slowly and imaginatively revealing all their “likes” and of course their “loves,” similar to Facebook for lovers only better. Making love in front of the fire on a furry area rug, contentedly sleeping there all night in each other’s arms.

He elevated himself on his elbow and cradled his head in one hand. His Javito, lying on his back sound asleep, his face relaxed, his lips barely parted revealing that little crevice between his lips that Kurt found so sexy, so irresistible. Funny how merely touching him, tracing his finger over his lips, or barely feathering a kiss there could still make him shiver. Watching his eyelids flutter, a dream of his own manifesting itself behind those chocolate brown eyes, watching his fit chest rise and fall, he carefully laid a hand over his steadily beating heart. Contemplating this man who seemed to own every key to unlocking Kurt’s potential only reminded him of all the reasons he was sure his destiny lay in writing. He’d taught him passionately, yet patiently, a new way to love, to live. Silently, he laid down once more, closing his eyes, hoping that the comforting rhythm of Javi’s pulsating heart would lull him into sleep once more.

He could still hear the peaceful ebb and flow of a Spanish lullaby, the tinkling melody, background music to the dream. Arrorro Mi Nino (I Miss My Child). He heard it often. Javi would absentmindedly hum it or tenderly sing the lyrics under his breath. He hadn’t visited his mother lately, but they managed to stay in touch. The childhood lullaby would bring back vivid memories of her singing, always singing, as she went about her household chores. It took him to the beaches of Quintana Roo his own voice mingling with the cries of seagulls, the water flowing back and forth on the sand, chasing itself into the depths of the Gulf of Mexico. And then Antonio shouting, destroying the peace of the lullaby. “Everything’s changed!” Except for that part, Kurt’s half-asleep brain murmured. That had most certainly not changed. Antonio’s angry voice whipping around…wherever they were. Everything else was so vague…well, except for the glass shards at their feet as if someone had dashed something fragile to the floor and maybe stomped on it? He was almost certain the four of them were in the dream, although he didn’t always see Blaine or even Javi; it was more like he felt their presence….and yet, he didn’t know at whom Antonio was directing his outrage? his vexation? If not at Kurt, then someone else surely had to be in the dream. Frustrated himself, he huddled against Javi’s warmth, caressing the muscles of his beautifully naked body. Javi enveloped the hand on his chest above his heart into his own and rolled on his side taking Kurt with him. Kurt hadn’t told Javi that he was still having the dream. In the scheme of things….well, he just had too much on his plate right now and it wasn’t upsetting really. It wasn’t a nightmare, just a nuisance. He nestled into Javi’s curves, straightened the velvety covers around them, waiting for Javi’s even breathing to resume, indicating he’d returned to sleep. Resting his cheek on Javi’s back he softly whispered, “I love you, Javier Ramos Ruiz” before finally succumbing to a second invitation from his hopefully dreamless subconscious.

Javi’s out of control laughter didn’t exactly improve Bill’s mood. “Why in bloody hell is he writing books? That voice, that face! He can write books another time! This is California where stars are made. He could have the world eating out of his hand just by putting that face in front of a camera! The sky’s the limit for that kid! And he’s going to hide all of that behind a book???” He shook his bald head in pure confusion and a lot of frustration. “Ohmigod!” Javi gasped around his hysterics, “You can dispense with your worn-out metaphors, Bill! It’s not going to change his mind!”

Finally reining in his unappreciated hilarity, he said, “And besides, I only wanted to keep you informed. Have you forgotten in your desire to capture your “star child” that you have other clients like me for instance? Kurt’s book…or for that matter, anything Kurt chooses to do in the public eye will affect my career as well.” No use bringing up destiny again. To Bill, the word destiny was something you attached to star-chatter (Bill’s word for publicity) once you were successful!

And besides, Kurt’s resourcefulness had produced yet another Eureka moment that might not only assist him in writing the book, but might give him a feel for how receptive people would be to the ideas contained between its covers. He wasn’t even sure yet if he was going to aim it at the gay community or couples in general or maybe better even singles. It might put them on the path to entering a serious relationship with the knowledge that Tonio had had before he met Javi. So, he was thinking about inviting some interested couples or friends and teaching what he’d learned alongside writing.

Another decision he’d made was to return to part-time at the boutique. Full-time hours didn’t lend themselves to the time he wanted and needed to pursue his writing and possible role as teacher. They had been a bit disappointed at the boutique. Kurt’s fashion sense had become even more evident after he’d returned from a handful of buying trips, but they’d rather have Kurt part-time than not at all…and besides he might change his mind. And as Javi had pointed out, now that he was out of school, he could travel more with him if he wanted to. When Javi had said that so matter-of-factly, Kurt burst out laughing. “Oh god no, Javi! That sounds so tiresome and boring. If you’ll think back you might remember our first argument was over me traveling with you?” Of course he would want to travel with him! And Bill was right in a way. He could put off writing (which he wasn’t going to do), but he could write anywhere in the world. So why not on the road with Javi? The whole topic of Kurt’s traveling outside the States, and in particular Mexico, was still up in the air, but as Kurt had grown more confident in their relationship, he realized he didn’t have to be with Javi every second. As creative people, they really did need time away from each other on occasion. On the other hand, he wasn’t going to give up using his powers of persuasion when it came to bringing Javi around to the idea of their traveling abroad either.

The insecurity that often arose surrounding the issue of distance hadn’t been totally conquered by either of them, but learning to establish complete trust took time. Javi still remembered how surprised he was at himself when Kurt had embarked on his first overnight buying trip…that had turned into a three-day buying trip. Trusting Kurt had never been an issue for him….until that trip. Even knowing that Kurt was as close as his phone, he’d fought with himself. Lying there in the dark, knowing a simple text would more than likely result in not only reassurance, but some fantasy fulfilled, he’d stubbornly argued with the insecurity he didn’t want to acknowledge. Kurt’s arrival home was met with Javi’s scooping him into his arms and later telling him about the absurdity of his quandary. “Getting a taste of your own medicine, mi Javito? Or was it JAVI lying there awake? Poor, poor JAVI,” he’d smirked and then giggled, Javi unsuccessfully hiding the scarlet under his golden brown cheeks.

And as if the dust devils encircling the commotion of change and surprising developments wasn’t enough? Blaine had reentered their lives. Well, mostly Javi’s life. Javi had been kind enough to set up interviews with his own staff or at least with the variety of people who would be pertinent to Blaine’s desire to become an actor. Singing was also a consideration and Javi was pleased that he could aid in representing someone as multitalented as Blaine….since as Bill had pointed out Kurt wasn’t interested in pursuing his “real” talents. Javi had quietly but firmly underlined that Blaine wasn’t some sort of consolation prize to which Bill agreed, but he couldn’t help but wonder how two such talented, and not to mention attractive, men could have come from where was it again?…..oh, yeah, like the bean….Lima, Ohio.

While Jeff spent long hours familiarizing himself with the demands of his new position at Cedars-Sinai, Blaine was tasked with creating what he hoped would soon feel like a home in LA. Fortunately, their experiences with life in the Big Apple had prepared them for big city living, the major difference being the mode of transportation. New York was subway-driven; LA was mainly get in your car driven, with the Metro running a distant second. That Javi had demonstrated such a willingness to be supportive was an absolute godsend.

Kurt had not yet made an appearance, but he knew their meeting again was an inevitability. He was somewhat surprised that he didn’t feel very anxious or apprehensive about it. But, he was confident in his love for Jeff and Javi made no secret of the solidity of he and Kurt’s steadfast bond….yet that dream still plagued the midnight hours….not as often but…..finally he’d decided that for now he had no time for dream interpretation. He was still in counseling and getting to know his new counselor, plus reestablishing their real-life dreams upon the backdrop of all that California represented to them made for enough of a challenge. Setting thoughts surrounding “the dream” aside for awhile…..he just didn’t have the time to dwell on the dream’s meaning. He was too busy pondering why it took five phone calls and the annoyance of five mechanical voices just to get basic utilities initiated.

Teaching was something Kurt had never envisioned himself doing. Finn had been the natural-born teacher; Kurt’s ambitions at that time had centered around fashion design and acting on Broadway. With Javi in LA, he’d taken this day off from work and even from writing….still somewhat unsure of how other writers took the thoughts in their heads and turned them into books. Listening to what he called his “inner author,” he’d developed an instinct for when he needed downtime.

Adam would be arriving soon. He may not be focusing his energy on writing today, but the invitation extended to Adam was meant to serve two purposes. Quite simply, he enjoyed Adam’s company and he was hoping to get a feel for he and Ethan’s interest should he aim his sights on teaching as well.

One of the many things he needed to remember was that people and their personalities, their desires, how much of themselves they were inclined to invest in a relationship varied, no matter your sexual orientation. Not all gay men were interested in exploring their feelings or those of their partner. Not all were any more sensitive than your average hetero man. Some would be interested in what he had to say but not all would be interested in putting the work that it would take into practice (as rewarding as the results of that work could be). And there was also the fact that most were already in committed relationships, some longer than others. There had to be a way to do this so that it was flexible. Some would love the idea of going back to the beginning and learning something new and others not so much. Walking the established path, but in a different way, was rarely easy. The desire and willingness to listen and change had to be there for both partners.

Kurt assembled some snacks, chips and dip, cashews, and a variety of veggies on a tray and took them out to their favorite place, the patio by the pool. The thought of Adam’s friendly criticism of Kurt providing store-bought snacks brought a smile to his face. If he were Adam, he’d have spent the morning carefully preparing a variety of hors d’oeuvres for even this simple get-together.

The conversation they’d had a while back was what had seriously set his mind to teaching as well as writing. The multicolored fabric of he and Javi’s life together was knit in such a way that it seemed to fit naturally but the garment had to be tried on constantly to maintain its shape. Its color could change as quickly as the iridescent flash of Kurt’s kaleidoscope eyes. Yet he’d never given much thought to how appealing the garment would look to those on the outside, peeking through the store window, coveting the pretty clothing, but unsure if the price tag dangling from the sleeve represented a cost they were willing to part with in order to own it. So, when Adam’s curiosity led him to ask about it, he realized how badly he wanted to tell Adam…and anyone else who was interested. But now! He wanted to do something concrete now! Yes, he still wanted to write a book, but he wanted to talk about it now!

He’d told Adam that what he was willing to share with him was by no means a quick-fix for relationships, it was almost a lifestyle you had to be receptive to adapting. And sex was only a single layer of the variety of colors that Adam could see scribbled across the surface of their lives together. It was about learning to choose fresh colors for each other, experimenting with unfamiliar shapes and sizes. And just as he was about to tell Adam that he thought he was a pretty sensitive guy, Adam piped up with, “Geez, Kurt, stop talking like a writer!” Well, maybe they’d have to work on the whole sensitivity thing, but he’d helped him weather the storm that had been Blaine and Barry. He’d stood by him, taken him way out of his comfort zone…considering the mess Kurt had been for so long that took a degree of sensitivity, right? He’d love to give him what he considered the greatest gift Kurt himself had ever received, hoping that it wouldn’t be the kind that Adam would want to take back to Returns for a refund.

They’d dispensed with knocking long ago, Adam just sauntered in and plopped himself down on an empty lounge chair. “God, I love California!” Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled at him. “Do you ever say hi anymore? Honestly, California should offer you the job of their new poster child!” Kurt had set a chilled can of Adam’s favorite soft drink on the table between them. He nudged the tray of snacks towards Adam, putting them within easy reach.

After exchanging a few bring-us-up-to-date tidbits, Adam asked, “So, did you invite me over for my sparkling personality and conversational skills or is there something on your mind?”

Kurt gave him his one-eyebrow-raised look and laughed, “Just picking up on a conversation I had to put on hold a while back. Remember when I was trying to decide how to celebrate our first anniversary? You were talking about our relationship, Javi’s and mine, and how you’d like to maybe improve your relationship with Ethan?”

“Yeah, I remember that! You got all secretive on me, nothing new there,” he laughed, “but yeah I remember, why? Are you finally going to spill your guts and tell me how to make our world perfect in one or two easy lessons?” Kurt made a face, “Spill my guts?? You have such a way with words….not!” “Well, at least I don’t talk like I’ve swallowed a whole thesaurus! No one ever asks me why I’m describing how my burger tastes by comparing it to a collage of….something or other for the taste buds or why I think my fries smell like some flower…”

“Okay, alright, let’s get serious! You were certainly serious enough last time we talked about it.” Kurt knew how Adam loved to get under his skin, just like Finn used to. Maybe that was why they’d ended up as best friends and nothing more.

“Okay, you’re right, and I was serious. Very serious. I think Ethan and I have a great relationship, but after what I went through with Barry….I know it’s been over two years, but I think, like you, I’ll always wonder if I could have done something more. Sure, Barry and I talked about it, but he was still kind of on the defensive and I probably was, too. Anyway, yeah, what you two have is……it’s I don’t want to say special, that sounds too precious….it seems like it comes naturally, like you don’t have to even think about it.”

“Oh no! Before we go any further, it isn’t something we don’t have to think about. It may look that way as a result of what we’re thinking and doing in the background, but it doesn’t come naturally. Where do I start? It’s something that Javi learned but before you ask I can’t tell you where or how. That part is simply not up for discussion. Now, do you want me to continue?” He looked over at Adam not saying another word until he nodded yes. Adam was eager to hear what Kurt had to say, and besides he knew that trying to pry his lips apart following the words, “not up for discussion,” was futile.

“Okay, it starts out with talking, learning about each other. Not just surface stuff. Not just what I think I might need to know to get whomever into bed with me. It begins with making absolutely sure you’re on the same page before you barely touch each other, much less have sex. It’s about setting boundaries. None of it happens overnight. If you want to know the truth, we didn’t have sex…..in the way you would think of as having sex until a couple months ago, but believe me we had a better sex life, a better love life, than most people ever have, and we still do. Yeah, I can tell you really don’t get it and maybe you don’t even believe me, but the only way you’ll get it is for someone to tell you how to do it. And even though you’ve been with Ethan for a year, you can always start at the beginning and improvise what I’m telling you to fit your relationship. The thing is, Adam, you both have to want it or at least you both have to want to try.”

Adam had talked about this with Ethan. He wasn’t blind either. Like everybody else it was obvious that Javi and Kurt had something that most of them were envious of. In fact, sometimes it had been the topic of many a powwow (also known as gossip) between friends and couples, but so far no one had been brave enough to ask about it. Part of it was Javi’s desire for privacy and part of it was that it had taken him so long to find Kurt. He may provide fodder for their rumor mill, but their respect for him took precedence over their somewhat prurient desire to “know.” And no one, other than Adam, felt that they knew Kurt well enough to ask something so intimate, even though the two of them were so obvious about their feelings for each other in public.

“So, do you plan to teach this to others or just practice on Ethan and me first? Yes, we’re interested. I already discussed your ideas for a book with him and I’m pretty sure he was serious. Aren’t you going to have to write the book first anyway before you start imparting your wisdom upon the rest of us?” Adam smiled.

“I don’t necessarily have to complete the book all at once. I’m thinking about teaching others, but I don’t know what the interest level would be yet and I don’t know if it would be better to try it in a small group or individually. Part of me feels like individually is too much like counseling and I don’t want to be anyone’s counselor, but in a group might be uncomfortable for some. I don’t know, maybe I can do both? But yeah I suppose starting with you and Ethan makes sense to me. You’re my best friend. I know I can count on you to tell me how you really feel about whatever methods of teaching I come up with. I know that probably makes you guys think you’re my guinea pigs, but let’s face it you sort of are. And I’ve never been what I would call a teacher so…..I have to start somewhere….”

“Kurt, I can tell you without a doubt there will be interest. Whether you like it or not, you guys’ relationship has been the topic of many a…..um, conversation? in the neighborhood. And don’t get all huffy. Think about it, in a way you’re already teaching and gaining interest.”

Adam had a very good point. “Okay, I guess I see what you mean…and whether I like it or not after I start teaching I’m pretty sure I’ll only be adding to the gossip. So, talk it over with Ethan again and let me know.”

“I don’t have to talk it over with him, but if it makes you feel more comfortable I will. Honestly, what harm can it do to try? I already know what he’ll say and I know what you really want to know is if we’re serious enough to try in the long term and not just give up after a lesson or two, am I right?”

Kurt took a sip of his Diet Coke and nodded his head, “Yes, that’s exactly what I want to know. But if you decide after say four or five lessons this isn’t for you, I want to know that, too.”

Blaine glanced at his new phone. Just enough time for lunch and he’d actually be early. He’d spent his morning doing an audition for yet another sit-com. They seemed to be the bread and butter of TV-dom at the moment. He was only one of a herd of hopefuls. In that way LA wasn’t much different from New York, they were cattle calls no matter how you might try to dress up the words. Javi had texted him from San Diego the night before extending a lunch invitation. Meetings in LA were demanding his attention so he’d be around all day the next day. Blaine was a little hesitant at first. It wasn’t like he’d never spent time alone with Javi since the move, but sometimes it felt sort of weird….like he might be infringing on he and Kurt’s life. It was silly really, especially since it was always Javi who initiated their get-togethers. Jeff would be at work so lunch with Javi wouldn’t be taking away from the little time he and Jeff got to spend together. Of necessity, making new friends was somewhere in the middle of the ever-growing list he’d whimsically titled “California Dreamin’.” Barry had actually texted a few times, but quite honestly he had no desire to renew that relationship, so it would be nice to have lunch with someone he knew. He liked Javi a lot and the fact that he was Kurt’s boyfriend no longer bothered him. His journey through counseling and then meeting Jeff were things that had helped him overcome that whatever it was during the holidays. The whatever that had lead him to counseling in the first place.

Javi was already seated when Blaine made his way around the tables and other customers. The waitress was waiting patiently for his autograph and then a selfie. Autograph seekers and selfies were the norm when you were with Javi in public even though he wasn’t as well known in the US as he was south of the border. As Blaine approached the booth, he thought, maybe that’ll be me someday!

The poor girl was so flustered, she could barely take their order. Javi had asked if Blaine had a favorite restaurant, but that was just another something low on his list of priorities these days, so they settled on Chinese, Blaine’s favorite cuisine. After Javi thanked Sarina again for her interest in his career and after Sarina had carefully read their order back to them, Javi had given her that megawatt smile. Blaine hid his own smile. He was pretty sure their order would arrive within seconds.

Javi turned his attention to Blaine, asking how the audition had gone and if he thought it was something he was really interested in to which Blaine replied, “Does it matter how interesting it is at this point? I need all the experience I can get!” Javi nodded as he took a sip of water, “True! But it’s always nice to actually enjoy what you’re doing in your climb to the top.”

Was now the time…or even the right person? Receiving that text last night for whatever reason had brought “the dream” to mind again and it simply would not let go. Blaine had long wanted to talk to someone close to the situation about “the dream,” but for obvious reasons had not said anything to Kurt. If he ever did, he wanted it to be in person, not in a text or a phone call. He’d gone back and forth as to whether or not he should bring it up with Javi because he too was in the dream. Could he shed some light on it at all?

After their order arrived and Javi said his usual brief prayer, he looked up to find Blaine watching him with a thoughtful look on his face as if he wasn’t quite certain of something. “You want to talk about whatever’s on your mind, Blaine?” Blaine’s mind reconnected with his body, his moo goo gai pan in front of him, the din of a busy restaurant surrounding him once again, “Yeah, sort of, but I don’t want you to think I’m invading your relationship with Kurt….or asking questions you don’t feel comfortable answering….um…” Javi smiled again, “If I don’t want to answer a question I’ll certainly let you know. I have no problem with speaking my mind.” Blaine was pretty sure that was a complete truth. “Well, I’ve been having this….dream….sort of. You’re in it and Kurt, too. And somebody else I don’t know…or at least I don’t think I do. It comes and goes….sometimes I’ll go a month without having it…and sometimes what I think are minor details change, but….I was wondering if maybe you could…what you think about…or maybe I just need to tell someone who’s actually in the dream….I don’t know. I’ve talked with my old counselor in New York about it, but my new counselor I haven’t seen enough to get to that point…”

Javi put his fork down, his mind alert. For better or worse, Kurt and Blaine would probably always have some connection to each other, even in their dreams. It came as no surprise to Javi and it didn’t even bother him really, but he was curious. Kurt hadn’t mentioned his dream in a long time and Javi had sort of forgotten about it until now. “Well, if you want to tell me about it, I’ll be glad to listen. But I’m pretty sure you already know that I won’t talk about Kurt with you in a way that would invade his privacy.”

Blaine nodded his head slightly and took a deep breath, “It sounds so silly but I guess that’s true of most dreams. When I first started having the dream everything was very nebulous. More symbolism I think than anything and then slowly details started to take shape. It started out with what I think was a lot of regret….over how I’d treated Kurt….things I’ll always wish…..um I’d done differently. It sort of felt like an echo….god, this sounds so stupid,” He took another breath, “Maybe we should just forget this… “No, Blaine, please I’m really interested. I’m not upset….I’m not going to get upset…and dreams?…well, sometimes they are pretty stupid…so go on.”

“Okay…um and…then the echoy thing turned into what sounded like a lullaby. I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but it sounded like it was being sung in Spanish. And then….it felt like a jigsaw puzzle….first, Kurt appeared….then you…and then, someone else. I’m pretty sure it’s a guy but I never see his face….there’s just this very masculine vibe, ya know? Most of the time, you and Kurt are on one side of a room….I don’t even know what kind of room or where it might be….I’m on the other side alone and this person is standing between us. Usually, Kurt is standing behind you, not always…but it’s…..like, well, like you’re protecting him? From that guy? From me? I’m usually standing there with a thoroughly confused look on my face. And at first it seemed like Chinese symbols were floating all over…but then they turned into colored glass shards in kind of a…..little dust storm? blowing around us.”

The look on Javi’s face was not one of confusion, it was one of shock that he was trying desperately to hide. They were both having, or had had recurring dreams that were similar. He didn’t have to wonder who “the guy” was. But just like Kurt’s version, the cast of characters was the same and there was that theme of Kurt needing to be protected….again.

Javi cleared his throat, “How long have you been dreaming like this, Blaine? Have you talked to Kurt about it?” Blaine closed his eyes briefly, “Probably since the time I saw you and Kurt at Thanksgiving last year. It’s not a nightmare or anything, but….when Kurt and I were toget….anyway, we sometimes had related ? dreams, not a lot, but…..it was just there…and we accepted it as part of….And no I haven’t said anything to him.” Why was he having such a hard time with this? It wasn’t like either of them wanted to renew their relationship and in the times he’d talked to Javi about Kurt and Blaine’s past Javi always put him at ease, just like he was doing right now, until he asked, “Blaine, do you still have feelings for Kurt?” It was a question that begged an answer in the setting of this conversation or so Javi thought. “No!….I honestly don’t. If I did do you really think I’d be talking to you about this at all? I mean he’ll always be part of my life in some way…but I’m in love with Jeff….we….he’s everything I want…. We’re trying to build a life together, so no….what I feel for Kurt is only….it’s probably what you still feel for….I’m sorry, I don’t remember his name, but your past partner.”

Should he tell him that he was almost positive the person he didn’t know in the dream was in fact his past partner? His very protective past partner? The man who backed down from nothing? Would it help him at all or just make it more confusing? He decided for the time being to say nothing about Tonio, at least not until he’d talked to Kurt. Was he still having these kinds of dreams and not telling him? He knew Kurt hated worrying him.

It hadn’t escaped Javi’s attention that Kurt had been restless lately. Of course, he knew all about the pad of paper he kept to write down ideas or thoughts if he happened to wake up with them, but was he still struggling with that dream, too? He’d just assumed….but then Kurt didn’t know Javi was always half awakened every time Kurt’s sleep was disturbed. Most of the time he’d fall back asleep with Kurt’s arm around him, spooning him, as he too succumbed to sleep once more. Although he hated the thought of Kurt being awakened in the middle of the night for any reason, that dream that sometimes brought tears with it disturbed him. Having your excitement about your present and future destiny awaken you was one thing….that dream quite another. He knew Kurt believed he was fast asleep when he whispered those cherished words, “I love you, Javier Ramos Ruiz” then snuggled into Javi’s body allowing sleep to take him under once more.

“Well, I certainly can’t tell you what the dream means. Of course, I’d be protective if I thought Kurt was in danger of any kind, although I avoid physical confrontation if I can. Do any of us say anything or….do you remember expressions on our faces….well, besides yours?” Blaine thought for awhile. “Not that I recall. I guess I sensed a sort of determined?….demeanor from you. And the guy in between all of us was upset? angry? Well, not happy for sure. And wherever we were I don’t remember the room feeling familiar. But at least you brought up some things that maybe I can try to take notice of when I have the dream again. That sounds crazy, I know, but sometimes it actually works.”

From there, the conversation drifted to their natural inclination to talk about music and acting and how he and Jeff liked LA so far. “I hope I didn’t upset you with all the talk about dreams…and stuff..” Blaine said as they walked to their cars. “Actually, I’m glad you said something, Blaine. But….before you say anything to Kurt, do you mind if I talk to him first?….”

Javi….I….I don’t even know if it’s worth bothering….him….you….and I’d never tell him unless it was face to face….no….I’ve already caused enough damage….” Javi took Blaine gently by the shoulders, “Blaine….you know he forgave you months ago…stop carrying the past into your present….I can’t do anything about the dreams….uh I mean…your dream…but you have Jeff…and your counselor….and people out here who already care about you…it’s a new life, a new day…and it’s going to be okay.” Javi told him he’d be in touch just like he always did and Blaine left him in the parking lot feeling a bit better. However, he hadn’t missed what might have been nothing but seemed like a slip of the tongue…because Javi had quickly corrected himself. What had he meant by “the dreams” and “your dream”? What was the difference?

After they parted, Javi automatically checked the time on his phone. He still had about an hour and a half until his next meeting, so he headed to his office for some downtime. He needed to put all the talk about dreams in the dreamcatcher of his own mind. The ability to compartmentalize was one of his better attributes. He may not be a glowing example of a multitasker, but the two seemed to balance themselves out. He could have taken a nap or gone over some paperwork that needed his attention, but talking about Kurt in the setting of that dream, protective, caring….he adored being all those things for his lover.

He chuckled to himself and sent Kurt a text, “Have some time to come out and play? Mi mama just left lover boy.  😇 😈 Kurt interrupted Adam as the phone vibrated on the table, “it’s Javi, let me just check it.” When he looked down at the message, he burst out laughing. He showed the phone to Adam and said, “this is what I’m talking about!” Adam briefly glanced at the message and his freckled face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Um….phone sex? He stopped in the middle of the day for phone sex? I thought you said he was busy in LA!” Kurt was still laughing, “Oh, it’s not just phone sex, Adam! You have noooo idea. And he is busy! But he probably found a little free time….and much as I love your sparkling conversational skills, I think this might take precedence? Can I ask him to give me a half an hour?” Adam looked bewildered, “Why are you asking me….I mean it’s your deci…..he’s not asking me for whatever you call this….geez did you really have to show me that? I said I wanted to improve my relationship not become a part of yours!” “Not up for a threesome huh?” Kurt chuckled and typed back, “Give me 1/2 hour got company” 😺  😽 😈, then for good measure showed it to Adam again.

“Si but you know how Mr. Ruiz hates to be kept waiting,” Javi responded, referring to a fantasy they’d played out many times, he as Mr. Ruiz the teacher and Kurt as Mr. Hummel the student. Company, huh? Kurt had mentioned having Adam over sometime this week but hadn’t said exactly when. He could just see the two of them. Either Kurt was all red-faced because of the text and Adam was giving him the third degree OR Adam was all red-faced because Kurt had adopted his wickedly playful side and showed it to him before he could ask! Hilarious!

“Okay, we have about 15 minutes to talk and then you have to go. I have a date!” He was having way too much fun at Adam’s expense. Adam looked at him sideways and ventured….”so how often does this kind of thing….happen…is this a special occasion you didn’t tell me about?” Kurt was fighting so hard to contain his amusement, “Probably once a week give or take, I guess, I don’t keep a record….oh! well that’s not true! Actually I do keep a record! We both do! We keep notebooks.” “Say what???? You keep notebooks about your sex life? So, later today you’ll be writing about today’s…encounter in your notebook.” He said it as a statement as if this was just too weird to believe. “Well, and he will, too…Why?”

Adam looked baffled and embarrassed, “Adam, this, THIS! is what I’m talking about! When was the last time you or Ethan texted each other for an afternoon rendezvous of any kind?” Adam thought for a moment, “Never….I mean we’re usually busy with work or you know the day to day stuff that everybody has..we go to lunch once in awhile….” “Okay, would you be happy if Ethan texted you tomorrow afternoon and asked if you’d like to come out and play? If you’d like to skip lunch and just have dessert? “Yeah, I guess so, of course!” “Do you think Ethan might like the same thing to happen to him?” “Yeah, sure, but….who has time….” “No, Adam, it’s not who has time, it’s who makes time! This is just one of the things we’ll be talking about so if you’re interested be prepared for some honest discussions.”

Adam still couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Kurt Hummel, his best friend, the guy who never talked about sex, who never once that he could remember kissed Blaine in front of him or anyone else but now seemed to have no trouble kissing Javi in public, this almost stranger. Adam was barely over the shock of Kurt with nipple rings! And did he really say a threesome? Was he serious??? And all he could think about was how he could get the image of this afternoon out of his brain. Kurt and Javi having phone sex and whatever it was he had nooooo idea about. The world had suddenly been turned on its head. What were they getting themselves into???

Before Adam could stop himself he said “and the cute emojis???? Do they mean somet……no, NO! Don’t answer that, I don’t wanna know.” Oh you do too wanna know and even if you don’t….well Adam this is just toooo much fun. Finally I can get back at you for all those times you…..YES! Anyway, the emo…” “No, dammit it….just….” “The angel is me, of course,” he continued, using a finger to draw an imaginary halo around his head, “and the devil is Javi….it goes back to something in the beginning of our relationship, but we decided to get tattoos….my angel is….” Kurt leaned over to pull the waistband of his shorts down….”here.” There on his upper butt cheek was the face of an angel, just like the emoji. Adam was busy looking away and shaking his head at the same time. “Adam, look!!! Do you like it????” “Shut up, Kurt! Just stop….goddd…” Oh, plleeeasssee, it’s not like you haven’t seen my buns of steel before….And Javi has a devil tattooed in the same place. It’s really cute, too!” He added for good measure.”

Okay, I’m done,” Adam got up, “You’ve had your fun….I’ll get back with you later about the…the rest…with me and Ethan….” then turning towards Kurt, appearing totally baffled, “You weren’t serious about the whole threesome…thing…right?” Kurt shrugged his shoulder and nonchalantly said, “I don’t know, was I, Adam? And just think if I was! With both you AND Ethan we could make it a…” “I’m gone, Kurt! I can’t hear you!” Adam was gone before Kurt could even say see ya later. Somewhere in the back of his mind Kurt knew he’d have to put that whole conversation to right with Adam…the threesome?…the foursome? That was taking their “exploration” too far. He didn’t want to scare Adam off…..but ohmigod! That had been a blast!

It took the remaining 15 minutes to bring his laughter under control enough to call Javito back! He could hardly wait until he got home! He didn’t know what would be more fun today, their rendezvous or revealing the conversation he’d just had with Adam!

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 71 NOTHING SAYS PAPI LIKE….

CHAPTER 71 – NOTHING SAYS PAPI LIKE….

A year….365 days of getting to know the “man in the hat,” JAVI from social media, Javi the celebrity, the singer/songwriter, entertainer, the man who tried to embrace the world, but most importantly his partner, his soulmate, his Javi Ramos Ruiz, his Javito. A celebration was in order, a party for two! Each had their own clever ideas, but one evening as they were falling asleep, murmuring drowsy suggestions, Kurt spooning Javi’s pleasantly warm body, he’d whispered, “I want to talk with you about something very important.” At last! Perhaps he was going to reveal what had been on his mind now for the past couple months. Javi sighed already half asleep, “Mmmmmhmmmm…you make the plans.” And soon their bodies relinquished themselves to their dreams.

Later in the week they were going to get together with Adam and Ethan to celebrate their joint anniversaries. Kurt had invited Adam over for a dip in the pool one typical California summer evening. Ethan was attending a business dinner and Javi was arranging a benefit performance with one of the club owners, so they’d gotten together for a little best friend time. Adam took a sip of his frosty cold beer, sinking into the patio chair and glancing over at Kurt, “Leaving New York and moving here is one of the smartest ah-ha moments I’ve ever had! Aren’t you glad I convinced you to come with me?” Kurt’s head tilted upward taking in the cloudless San Diego sky, “I have to apologize for making it so difficult. I was just stuck, ya know? I was so terrified of change after all that happened. I mean what can be a bigger change than escaping the frozen Midwest, moving to the other side of the continent and landing in sunny California!” They both laughed neither ever ceasing to marvel at outside of the whole Blaine/Barry episode, the main reason they’d chosen California was to escape winter. Kurt said, “Yeah, who knew how psychologically scarred we’d been by a season, a simple weather pattern?”

Adam shook his head with a smirk on his freckled face. “And talk about looking for love in all the wrong places!” Adam still found it amazing that somehow they’d both found real love in a night out at a neighborhood gay bar. What had started as a probable hookup for Adam had turned into a relationship as good as he’d had with Barry at their best and maybe even better. And although he still didn’t understand how Javi and Kurt’s relationship operated, it was obvious to all that they belonged together.

“So, what are your plans?” Adam asked offhandedly expecting something like going out to dinner, a night in a fancy hotel, maybe even a special trip somewhere. Those were the ideas roaming around in his own head. “Well…..” Kurt said, unable to hide a wicked smile, “I’m going to try to recreate a magical night based on a song and a memory from this year….with….oh….some new tricks? if you get my meaning.” Wow! Adam thought. He’d noticed that slowly Kurt had been changing from the sometimes uptight New York Kurt into…..what? He seemed freer somehow. Not long ago if Adam had asked the same question he’d have gotten an arched eyebrow and a rather stern, “None of your business!”

Adam hesitated, “Kurt, can I, um, ask you something? You don’t have to answer….but you’ve changed. Ever since you met Javi….I don’t know how to say it. I mean it’s not just you, there’s something that you two have….geez, how do I put this? I guess what I really want is….that whatever it is you guys have for me and Ethan. I mean we’re not having problems or anything, it’s just that ya’ll (the Texas upbringing volunteering its own speech pattern) almost seem to be more in love…and lust if I’m being blunt…than you were when you first met. I still remember when you told me you weren’t sleeping together…and you maintained that stance for quite a while…but….you certainly never acted like you weren’t. Whenever I’ve been around you, you obviously have eyes only for each other. And….the old Kurt would never have found so much PDA acceptable. You guys always seem to be touching…..even when your not. God! This sounds crazy!”

Kurt chuckled at his friend’s obvious confusion. “Let me help you out because I understand what you’re saying even if you don’t. I’ve lived what you’re describing for almost a year now. Adam, there’s something I need to talk to Javi about…a big something and it relates to what you’re talking about. Once I tell him, I promise I’ll tell you the whole story from beginning to end because what you’re talking about is possible…for you and Ethan I mean. I want to tell someone so bad I’m almost bursting! I hope to tell Javi on the night we celebrate our first anniversary. I didn’t want to just sit down and have a discussion, like we were talking about the budget; I wanted it to be special. The seed for all of this was planted the night of our first fight! I know….that REALLY sounds crazy, but our first fight….” Kurt leaned in towards Adam, as if the neighbors might hear from behind the wall that surrounded the yard, and whispered, “the makeup sex was so hot it was almost worth fighting just to do it again! I even wrote a song about it!” “You wrote a song about…..makeup sex???? And you’re going to plan something “magical,” Adam put in air quotes, “around the night of your first argument…..really???”Adam leaned back into the chair, his eyes wide, wondering when Kurt had been taken over by an alien. He couldn’t remember Kurt ever, ever, ever being so verbal about his sex life with him or anyone! And he was Kurt’s best friend. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever heard Kurt talk about sex at all! It wasn’t that he was a prude. It just wasn’t a topic up for discussion with him….well, until now. He would talk all day about his feelings, but to volunteer what he’d just….well….” “Kurt, please don’t take this the wrong way, but what the fuck has gotten into you?” “What’s gotten into me is…..Javi…and passion….my destiny! Adam, I’ve finally figured out what I was put on this earth to do.” Adam almost said, “I think you need to start counseling again…or maybe all this talk about destiny and passion is from seeing a counselor too much?” But he held his tongue.

Instead, he extracted the piece of conversation about him and Ethan, not to change the subject, but because he was obviously curious. “Okay, Kurt, how are you going to improve my sex life? Well, me and Ethan’s.” Kurt laughed again, “It’s not just about sex, Adam. It’s about really knowing and loving someone. It’s about respect. It’s…” “Kurt, you’re starting to sound like the latest self-help book. What? Your counselor has convinced you that you’d make a good counselor, too?”

“Adam, I really do want to tell you everything, but I can’t until I talk to Javi.” “Okay, alright, well then are you going somewhere for a weekend or..” “No, San Diego and our bedroom….or any room…it’s not like we haven’t….” Kurt stopped realizing what he was about to say, “Adam, this city, our house….it’s where everything changed! You’re right, I’m not the person I was a year ago or even six months ago. And neither are you, if you really think about it….and you should.”

Now, that did kind of sound like the old Kurt, but without the bite that the words might have had not long ago. It wasn’t a criticism. It was just some friendly advice. “So, maybe once you can tell me what this is all about you can tell me how to do that, too,” Adam chuckled. “Adam, you’re my best friend and you don’t know how much I rreeeaaallllyy want to share this with you. I can hardly wait! And I promise I will…after Javi, you’ll be the first to know.”

Javi was trying and failing at getting comfortable in the stiff-backed office chair as Bill, his manager, and Warren, his press agent babbled in the background about new songs, wardrobes, another tour next year…But Javi’s head not only wasn’t in their game, it wasn’t even in the ballpark. Yeah, it was also his game, of course; after all, he would be the one in the forefront, but….. All he could think about was Kurt. Kurt the man who’d sent a lightning strike into the very center of his life one year ago, hace un ano…Kurt with his kaleidoscope eyes and his willing heart, body and soul, Kurt the student, the fashionista, Kurt the man of a million talents, but most of all Kurt, his lover and soulmate, Kurtito who wrapped every second of Javi’s life like a present waiting to be opened and enjoyed with every new day.

Tonight they were celebrating their first anniversary. It had been a ridiculously busy week for both of them. The boutique had sent Kurt on a short buying trip. This had been happening more and more often. He hadn’t officially been promoted, but they recognized Kurt’s eye for fashion. Kurt had left with his overnight bag on Wednesday and Javi had been in LA for the last day and a half strategizing, although at the moment he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. He’d barely seen Kurt since Tuesday. They were actually celebrating one day before their official anniversary. They wanted it to be on a weekend when they’d have plenty of time. In general, weekends were still a work-free zone for them, especially when Javi wasn’t touring, and both were grateful for them.

Kurt not only had the plans well in hand, but he wanted to have a conversation with Javi about something….and he could hardly wait for both! It momentarily took him back to the last few years with Antonio. Sometimes it seemed nearly impossible to maintain anything close to the initial year or so of their relationship when love and lust still walked closely hand in hand, but they had managed it most of the time. Yes, it took effort…and more than it had in the beginning, but that was exactly the premise their love had been based on. Just like anything of value it required work. After a while it became almost second nature for one or the other to take the lead when they’d notice that their partner was in a place where he was running on empty. And when both of them were out of gas….he could still remember how they’d simply sit in the quiet holding hands or listening to music, but always touching. Physical contact had been extremely important to their relationship. It didn’t have to be sex. Sometimes it was as simple as maintaining eye contact, especially when touching each other would have raised questions.

Javi’s mind was jolted back into the present when Bill asked, “Can you be back here on Monday morning? I promise it’ll be brief.” Javi nodded in agreement, anything to get on the road to San Diego. Finally! Javi checked his phone; it was almost 6, later than he would have liked, but he’d still make it home by 8. He quickly texted Kurt to tell him of the slight delay, waiting a few minutes for a reply, but didn’t get one. Oh, well, he’d try again once he was on his way.

Javi laid his head back on the head rest and rolled his eyes. Damn LA traffic! He should have flown! He texted Kurt again as he waited behind miles of cars, then put his phone away hoping forward momentum would pick up soon. Thank God he didn’t live here anymore! It was always a hassle, but there must have been an accident or something. LA itself always seemed to be an accident just waiting to happen. But, they did have all weekend and Kurt would know something was up if Javi was really late. Hopefully, “the plan” could be postponed until tomorrow. And he knew sometimes when Kurt was needing to concentrate on whatever he might be doing he’d turn his phone off. Not usually for this long, but everything would turn out okay one way or another. No point in getting all flustered over nothing. But even now, every time his mind would allow him to think that way, he would remember Tonio. Okay wasn’t always the outcome. He very purposefully pushed the thought away, turned up the reggae music, tapping on the steering wheel and trying not to focus on the slow crawl, speeding up by what seemed like 10ths of degrees.

When the time had edged toward 10 and he still hadn’t heard from Kurt, he thought about texting Adam. But being that it was almost their first anniversary weekend, too, he didn’t want to disturb them. He didn’t know what they were doing exactly but Kurt had mentioned that they might go out of town and if that were so chances were good they’d left today. He’d be home in half an hour and if something else held him up any longer he’d text Karen and ask her to check on Kurt. He knew he was hypersensitive when it came to Kurt’s safety…and he had come by it honestly, but that didn’t mean he thought it was a good idea to let the world know what a helicopter partner he could sometimes be.

He pulled into the roomy garage at about 10:15 and sighed, shutting his eyes for a minute just glad to be home. He grabbed his leather satchel, shut the garage door and opened the door that led into the foyer from the garage. Hmmmm….it was pitch black except for a single light glowing in the kitchen. Wow! He hoped Kurt wasn’t sick or something! Being in bed at 10:15 was unheard of! He started to call out his name, but then thought better of it. If he wasn’t well and was sleeping, he didn’t want to wake him up. No note on the table either. Surely he wasn’t out? Had Javi gotten the wires crossed on the timing of their celebration?

He tiptoed back to the bedroom, opening the door quietly fully expecting to find Kurt in bed. But the room was exactly as he’d left it, the bed made, everything in order. What was going on? He went out into the hallway again. A Do Not Disturb sign dangled from the doorknob of what used to be Kurt’s bedroom. Why was he sleeping in his old bedroom? Sure, he’d converted it into his own space for when he wanted to be alone, but he’d never used any of the Do Not Disturb signs they’d collected from the many hotels they stayed in when they traveled. Maybe he really was sick and was worried about Javi catching whatever he had.

He hesitated for a minute, about to open the door anyway and then thought better of it. He’d let him sleep a while longer and take a shower first. He needed to wash away the tension that LA manufactured without even trying. He promptly stripped off his clothes and stepped into the soft spray of warm water covering him in a waterfall of total revitalization! Poor Kurt. He’d been so eager to commemorate their first year and now it would likely have to be postponed, maybe even into the days after their anniversary. Well, he’d just have to pamper him. He suddenly realized that in the entire time they’d been together, neither of them had been sick, at least not the kind of sick that made you go to bed early and put a sign on the door. Yes, he’d take care of him this weekend. Their celebration could wait.

He stepped out of the steamy shower, grabbing one of his favorite fluffy bath sheets, remembering all the times before he and Kurt had finally shared a bedroom. All the times he had to make sure he had shorts or sweats on…and if Kurt was really sick it wouldn’t do to walk in on him naked. It just didn’t feel like the right way to approach him. So he searched for his favorite pair of shorts, loose enough to reveal his pelvic tattoo, but tight enough to stay up. After all, he hadn’t gotten that tattoo to hide it away!

He padded into the hallway and turned the doorknob slowly, the sign fluttering to the carpet. He wouldn’t wake him up; he’d just check to be sure he was okay. “Well, it’s about time! Where have you been??? I’ve been laying in here like this for hours, Javi! I think my arm is numb and I can’t see a thing!” Javi stopped dead in his tracks….my God! He rushed over to Kurt who was lying half prone on the bed, one wrist attached to the bed post with one of their red-velvet-covered handcuffs….and he was blindfolded….both ankles bound to the foot of the bed. Although the blackout curtains weren’t completely closed, still he could barely see Kurt until he was almost to the bed.”

Kurt…..Dios mi…what happened? How did you end up….??” “Javi, shut up and free me! An explanation can wait, don’t you think? If you would have been here when you were supposed to be none of this would have happened!” Javi turned the dimmer switch up so he could halfway see what he was doing. He reached for the blindfold until Kurt said, “No! My arm first! It’s killing me!” Javi quickly removed the single handcuff, then scooted around to the foot of the bed unleashing the restraints from his ankles. Rushing to Kurt’s side, he undid the blindfold. Kurt’s whole body was trembling! Roughly, he pulled Javi to him, “Where have you been? Ohmigod…I was so scared!” he whimpered as he drew Javi’s body to the bed beside him. An explanation could wait. Kurt was obviously distressed and needed comforting, not questions, not now. He was almost gasping, squeezing Javi more tightly, almost sobbing about how frightened he’d been and how glad he was that Javi was finally by his side. After a while he started to relax but he still held Javi as if he were a sinking ship and Javi was the only life raft.

Javi spread his hands wide circling his back, comforting him, hoping for an answer. It would appear that his hypersensitive self had been on target this time and he didn’t like it one bit. If Kurt had been scared, the feeling of Javi’s heart almost dropping to the floor when he’d seen him on the bed like that…. “Kurt….oh mi Kurtito…..shhhh…..” he repeated over and over as if singing a lullaby, and then completely without warning, Kurt’s already strong grip flipped Javi onto his back, sitting on his belly and holding the hands – that only seconds ago had been soothing him – down to the bed. Javi was startled and it took a few seconds to realize what had just happened. But when he did, he looked up into Kurt’s dancing devilish eyes; he could see the delightfully dirty thoughts behind them, “Oh, mi pooor Javi, let me show you how this happened,” he laughed and began attaching one of the soft handcuffs around Javi’s wrist and then to the sturdy bedpost. Its match was laying on the nearby nightstand. He grabbed it and swiftly fastened it to Javi’s other wrist and then to a hook that had been placed on the headboard for this very purpose. Reaching under Javi’s head, he plumped the two pillows underneath.

“Kurt! What are you doing? This is NOT funny! Do you know how…..” “Oh, shush! Quit flapping your feathers like a flustered rooster. Isn’t it pretty obvious what I’m doing? You asked how it happened and I’m just giving you…well, a visual demonstration rather than a verbal one. Soon, my….verbal….skills will be otherwise occupied shall we say? Or impeded….?” He raised his eyebrows and giggled. He crawled to the foot of the bed, affixing Javi’s ankles in the same manner as his wrists to the footboard doublechecking their security. And then he surveyed his handiwork. “Yummmmmm…..don’t you look scrumptious mi Javito……just like a mouthwatering slice of….what was it you used to describe us once?…..oh yes…..spice cake….and if you’re a particularly good boy I might even let you lick the tasty white frosting….that would be me, bebe….oh and those toes….” Kurt pinched one on each foot…..”maybe I’ll nibble on them….later….,” he drawled as he crept up and over Javi’s restrained and almost naked body. Those shorts hid nothing and as Kurt journeyed up and over Javi’s body, he smiled and patted the hard-on forming despite Javi’s indignant response, “Oh yes……just scrumptious, Javito…..”

His icy blue eyes reflected against Javi’s snapping brown ones, still with a hint of surprise and irritation in them. “Oh mi Javito has it really been a year since I first drowned in the pools of your deep brown eyes…..oh come on you know you’re going to love this so quit looking at me like that….and as I was saying….. a year….since your Sauvage beckoned me to turn around….since my heart almost stopped trying to resist the urge to kiss you? Right there at The Rafters for all the world to see….that’s all I wanted to do…..well, not all….I wanted to reach over and run my fingers through these thick and shiny curls,” he whispered, demonstrating with one set of fingers, “and when we finally parted the next morning? Every time I tried to close my eyes if only for a few minutes’ sleep, my imagination wouldn’t allow it….there we were kissing…..it was like you were right there in bed with me…and in what passed for my dreams that next day? You kissed every inch of my body…..you touched me over and over….and then we were tasting each other….and I was tossing and turning….it was like your full lips and exploring tongue were so hungry. Mi carino….if I had known what the year ahead would bring….I would have run so far and so fast…” Kurt smiled and slowly watched Javi’s eyes soften and then turn to ink, “but that Kurt was still so wounded. He was afraid the world and everyone in it that he might trust would turn on him eventually, too risky. But somehow you drew me in, you found a way to hold me captive….and not just with your beautiful body and sensuality, but the way you thought….the way you felt everything so deeply…..you held me with your undivided attention. But bebe I’m not that Kurt anymore. I’m this Kurt….”

He lowered his lips taking one of Javi’s earlobes into his mouth, playing it across his tongue and between his teeth, making sure Javi was feeling and hearing his warm breathing. He was in no hurry. He wanted to take Javi in with all of his senses, the way they’d done since the beginning. He licked the warmth of Javi’s freshly showered skin, tasting a hint of Sauvage and a hint of Javier Ramos Ruiz. He listened for the purr of Javi’s breath and sensed the way his body was relaxing into the softness of the bed beneath them. He ran his fingers over his face as he’d done countless times, this time noticing the feathery eyelashes, kissing each shuttered eyelid. “Mi Javito….I’ve learned so much from you….with you….I’ve learned to watch and listen….and consider all kinds of things…..I can be the sweet and sexy Kurt like this,” he said as he again ran his warm, moist lips from behind his ear and down one side of Javi’s neck, ” or I can be the Kurt you saw when you entered this room,” he softly chuckled, “Because you take me for who I am I can be all kinds of Kurts around you….and just for you, just you, only you….I’ve brought back one of your favorite Kurts…..hmmmmm……maybe your memory has misplaced him….so ..if I may refresh your memory….” Kurt took Javi’s face in his hands, “let’s see…how about if I take you by the tongue……would you like that?……I’ll demonstrate first just to be sure, si?……shhhhh your eyes say si……it goes like this…..just…..like….this…..” Kurt held Javi’s sculpted cheekbones in a firm grip, attacking his lips as if they were his first meal in days, licking them and then biting his lower lip and opening Javi’s already eager mouth, first using his tongue to tantalize and tease the sensitive roof of his mouth, then sensually inviting Javi’s tongue to come out to play. Languidly, he circled Javi’s tongue with his own, tickling the underside with the very tip, until Kurt heard more than felt the pressure of Javi’s lips pleading with him to take his tongue between his lips, wanting that sensation….as if Kurt were sucking his hard cock…and Kurt obliged, taking his time…..starting lightly, increasing it to a little faster, a little tighter….wallowing in Javi’s soft moans and deep sighs…..” now do you remember how it goes?….” Kurt let go and slipped off the end of the bed, leaving Javi wanting…..

Let all the heat pour down, I’m good as long as he’s around

He let’s me wear the crown, I do my best to make him proud

Now all my super ladies I got my baby, if you got your baby, baby

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi

Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care

Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi,

ohohohohoh

My rock is shining bright, Even if he ain’t by my side

He makes sure that I glow,I make sure everybody knows

Now all my super ladies, I got my baby, if you got your baby, baby

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi

Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care

Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi

Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care

Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh

Step up, step up, Let your hair down

Pop, drop, and lock, It go all out

If If he rocks, Tear up the crowd

Dance for your papi

Llégale, llégaleSuéltate el pelo

Levántate, cae y asegúralo

ve con todo, Si él es lo máximo

Azota baldosa, Baila para tu papi

Now all my super ladies

I got my baby, if you got your baby, baby

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi

Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care

Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh

Move your body, move your body, Dance for your papi

Rock your body, rock your body, Dance for your papi

Put your hands up in the air, dance for your man if you care

Put your hands up in the air, air, air, ohohohohoh

Javi opened his kiss-drunk eyes….observing what Kurt was wearing. His muscular, shapely legs were clothed in a pair of skin tight black ripped jeans with the waist button undone. His shirt was also black and sleeveless, unbuttoned almost to his navel and hugging his torso. His earrings sparkled in the faint light. He also noticed that his hair fell in waves over his forehead, like the bad boy he was portraying. He was at his sexy best for sure.

And then the music and lyrics to Papi by J Lo were surrounding them….the hot and heavy beat of the first 30 seconds, Kurt was tapping one foot, then spinning once and arriving at the beat that would accommodate those gyrating hips, staring Javi down, dancing to the song as if he’d been doing it all his life. Javi was stunned. He’d watched her dance this live in Buenos Aires. It took more than just knowing the moves, it took a lot of stamina. Not that Kurt wasn’t fit enough to do it, but he was close to flawless in his execution, using those hips that just wouldn’t quit to his best advantage. No, he wasn’t J Lo….but then why would he want him to be?

And he’d chosen this song not only for the beat and the heat, but papi was Spanish….the definitions were varied and dependent on who you were talking about, but in this case? Putting papi together with the rest of the lyrics? Kurt was saying “you’re THE man…. the man in charge” paired with something like “you’re MY hot man!” No matter the political correctness…for any man it was a huge turn-on to be told you were their papi wrapped in the context of this song. But what had Kurt meant about bringing back this Kurt? God! Who cared! This version of Kurt was tooooo hot to handle, but handle him he would….well, once he was released from his bonds!

As he continued to sing and dance, he swiveled towards Javi as the song approached the end. Delighting in the fact that as much as he knew Javi wanted to he couldn’t touch the intoxicating twitch of his hips, he couldn’t unzip the jeans or unbutton the rest of the shirt….all he could do was watch. He tumbled to the floor. Javi’s yearning was evident in his eyes. Kurt’s head with its messy ginger hair rested on his arms, looking up at Javi like he was the slice of cake he’d described earlier…..spice…..he could see the tease in his eyes as he deliberately wet his index finger, using the tip to capture a bead of sweat on his cheek, skating the finger over Javi’s lips, slipping it into Javi’s mouth, whispering, “Suck it…” Javi steadied his gaze and slowly obliged Kurt, running his tongue over the length of the finger and sucking on it as Kurt withdrew it. Kurt moved the finger to his own lips, gliding it over the sensitive skin…..licking the finger, breathing a little harder allowing a low moan to escape his lips, never once allowing Javi’s eyes outside of his smoldering orbit. Finally, he slipped it into his mouth and sucked it just as Javi had. Javi fixed his black-eyed gaze on Kurt, determined to let this scenario unwind in degrees….just as he was sure Kurt intended. But it would take every ounce of determination and control he possessed; just looking at Kurt right now was like observing a dormant fire waiting to ignite at any moment…and that’s exactly what it felt like, too…..”So, mi papi, te gustó el baile de tu bebé? (did you like your baby’s dance?).” Javi never shifted his gaze, but just nodded slowly, licking his lips again and biting the lower lip, “Besame….fuerte…(kiss me hard)” Javi whispered very deliberating, more like a demand than a request. Kurt gave him a half-smile, “Hmmmm….so you haven’t had enough……just so happens hard….is…one of my favorite words….” he murmured as he straddled his body once more and lowered his ready lips to Javi’s, but before initiating the kiss, he changed direction, listening to Javi’s impatience….until he began nibbling his neck, his teeth barely nipping the skin, down one side and up the other, until he arrived at Javi’s lips again, “Did you like that, mi Javito….just a little appetizer before…..hard…..I believe you requested hard….like this?” But as Kurt attempted to smother his mouth, prying his lips open with his tongue, he encountered Javi…..his lips firmly shut…yessssss…..Kurt loved this game, “Nooooo, noooo, noooo, mi Javito…now how can I give you what you want when you toy with me….retaliation will get you nowhere. Hmmmm……well it might get you here,” Kurt lightly slipped his fingers over Javi’s hard cock…..and his defenseless balls again and again…but never stroking, amusing himself with Javi’s own game…..”or it might get you here….” Kurt tapped Javi’s fully exposed navel. Wetting one finger, he maneuvered it in and around the sensitive space until he heard Javi’s gasp…..then hovering over his lips again he taunted, “You’re going to let me in aren’t you….aren’t you?” Javi’s eyes were squeezed shut, Kurt’s finger supplying such exquisite pleasure and pain….he nodded. Kurt lowered his lips again, delving into his mouth, pressing his lips firmly on Javi’s. Kurt’s tongue probing….Kurt’s finger tickling then plunging…..Kurt moaned purposefully against Javi’s lips not letting go. Javi’s arms were screaming to take Kurt’s face into his hands…..to roll over on top of him….to devour him with his mouth, but he settled for involuntarily begging Kurt to stop….and then for more all with a long pleading sigh….as if he could stand much more.

Slowly, Kurt separated his mouth from Javi’s, “Oh, mi Javito….mi papacito (hot and handsome), I do soooo love making you proud”, he sighed, slightly out of breath, “And I hate to leave you like this, but there’s a little more of the Kurt you requested…..leaving you waiting like this? Hmmmmm…..yes I just have to…..but before I do…..” Kurt lowered his swollen lips to Javi’s cinnamon chest, running his tongue back and forth between his nipples, coming just close enough to arouse, but not enough to satisfy…..Javi pressed his lips together, swearing he wouldn’t beg…..”Ohgod….ohgoddddd…..” “Yesssss….you love it…but you want more…..soooo greedy…..” Kurt continued his movement for a few more agonizing seconds as he felt Javi straining against the velvet cuffs, his chest desperately begging, even as he fought to contain his words…..”mi pppppaaaappppiiiii…..” Kurt murmured as he captured one taut nutbrown nipple between his teeth, lightly tonguing the tip, tweaking the other between two fingertips….and Javi’s desire exploded with a groan….”Kurt…..ohmigodKurt….” Kurt leaned up once more to kiss his parted lips and then slid off the bed again.

If I had my way I would take you down,

If I had my way, I would turn you out,

And if my body had a say, I would come again
Scared of what I might say, ’cause I’m at the edge

And our eyes are crossing paths across the room
There’s only one thing left for us to do

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland, take me there ’cause I want your sex
If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby I would do
Just what I want to

If I had it my way, I would take the lead
And if I had it my way, I would take you deep
If my body had a say, I’d get it off my chest, show you all the red lace underneath this dress

And our eyes are crossing paths across the room
There’s only one thing left for us to do

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland, take me there ’cause I want your sex
If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby I would do
Just what I want to

My minds is getting in the way
Can’t feel what my body say
I’mma tell you anyway
I’mma tell you anyway
My minds is getting in the way
Can’t feel what my body say
I’mma show you anyway
I’mma show you anyway

There’s only one thing left for us to do
Oh, you can

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland, take me there ’cause I want your sex
If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby I would do
Just what I want to
You can touch me with slow hands
Dreamland
If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby I would do
Just what I want to

Grabbing the remote, he queued up a different song. Javi closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a long breath, trying to bring his mind in focus again. His nipples were still tingling and wet. If his hands were free he would have been pleasuring himself, all the while waiting for Kurt’s next move. Then, as the beginning of Body Say by Demi Lovato started playing, he turned his attention to what Kurt’s body was saying.

As the erotic words and rhythm made its way around the room like the heady scent of sex, Kurt began to slowly remove each piece of clothing, again his eyes delivering darts directly into Javi’s. As he released the shirt buttons one by one, his fingers crawled over his abs as he slowly separated the shirt, revealing his chest with that little patch of hair that Javi loved. Taking the time to wet a finger and run it through that patch of hair, half-smiling as he stared at Javi. He slid the shirt off one shoulder and then the other tossing it so it landed on Javi’s pelvis. Kurt’s body was becoming shiny with sweat again. And what….? Something sparkling…? Kurt had gotten his nipples pierced! When had that happened? Well, it had been a busy week and they’d been away from each other for a couple of nights….Slowwwwwww…..hands…..Kurt wiggled the fingers of one hand at Javi saying “Come closer…..a bit more….” in sign language, resting his long fingers on the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans, summoning Javi again with his fingers, wetting his lips with his tongue. He unzipped the jeans, allowing the sound of unzzzziiipppiiing to speak for itself. Turning his back to Javi, he eased the jeans over his slender hips….he wore a red lace thong…..Taking his time, he gradually revealed his creamy porcelain-skinned ass, gyyyyrrrrraaaatttttiiiiinnnnnggggg…..Javi bit his slightly sore lower lip, dragging his mind back from the edge once again and watched as Kurt turned around again sliding the jeans to the floor, his bare feet stepping out of them. Slowly sidling towards the bed as the song ended, wearing nothing but the red-hot thong. Javi swore if he didn’t look away soon, he was going to melt into the bed.

Kurt again sat down on the side of the bed, leaning over Javi, softly stroking his cheek, “Oh mi Javito…I do have it my way don’t I?” quietly quoting the song lyrics, “…I mean you’re sort of tied up at the moment….yes mi amor I’ve already taken you down haven’t I? But….I don’t plan to turn you out….more like turn you inside out I think….would you like that?” As he continued to stroke Javi’s cheek he murmured, “I lllloooovee it when our eyes lock, when you refuse to look away……you’re struggling for control……yesss I know that look….the way those eyes turn from the color of desert jasper to onyx and sparkle like fire….and the way your scent becomes….Javier. Ramos. Ruiz….like musk…. when you want me…,” Kurt inhaled, “It drives me crazy, papi…..I know you want me…..and I want you. I can hardly wait to take you to Dreamland, mi papi.”

Kurt paused in his lusty speech to toss the blindfold off to the side, “Mmmmm and we won’t be needing that…..not this time…..this time we don’t have to hide anything from each other…..not this time….” Javi wanted to touch Kurt so much he could barely breathe, but for now he had no choice in the matter and Kurt hadn’t chosen that song without noting the significance of “If I had it my way, I would take the lead.” As Kurt’s lips hovered over his for mere seconds, his mind was too clouded to wonder what he meant by “this time” and “not this time.” All he wanted was Kurt’s mouth on his again…as tender as his lips were, still…..that’s all he wanted….Kurt’s mouth….again. His slow hands touching his already sweaty body.

“Javier. Ramos. Ruiz…” he ran a finger down Javi’s jawline and smiled, “I adore you…..your lips…they’re crying out to be kissed again without you saying a single word…..your luscious body is craving my touch….no one else’s just mine……I want you so much…..soooo much, mi papi, and I’m going to have you……do you want me to have you?” Their eyes were barely an inch away from each other. Kurt’s lips were close enough that he could feel his whispering voice against them. Javi took a ragged breath and licked his full lips saying, “Si…si mi Kurtito hermoso….kiss me….take me……please….” and with that Kurt seized Javi’s moistened lips again, familiar enough to know exactly what would please him, what would send both of them to Dreamland. Kurt moved his thumb to the hollow at the base of Javi’s neck, stroking the pulse of his heart beat, feeling Javi’s breath quickening, the thrumming of moans emanating from his chest. Javi’s head sank deeper into the pillows and he pulled away just long enough to plead, “Kurt….let me touch you…..I need to touch you…..”

Kurt hovered over Javi’s lips again, gazing deeply into his eyes, “Ohhhhh I do hate to see mi papi suffer……your hands…..I’ll release your slow hands…..” Javi silently nodded, words stuck in his throat from desire. Kurt reached for each handcuff, his legs still straddling Javi’s torso, liberating his hands and taking them into his, kissing them….sucking the fingers…. allowing the blood to circulate through them once more.

Javi never took his eyes off of Kurt and when his hands were free, he swallowed hard, his voice croaking, “Come here….” Kurt allowed Javi to pull him down, laying his head against his shoulder and breathing into his neck, tickling his earlobe with the tip of his tongue. Again Javi pressed his eyelids closed for just a moment to regain his focus. His body was clamoring for him to move quickly, so much need and want flowing through every nerve ending, but to make this last he needed to break the momentum, so he settled Kurt’s body against his, preparing his own speech, knowing what he wanted to say but not sure if he could. Clearing his throat, he murmured, “Mi carino…..I…..when we met….if you would have run far and fast, I would have chased you as far as you could go….I was so afraid something would come between us from the very beginning, our age difference, our cultural differences, all that pain that we were carrying around…..not knowing that we’d found the only person who could take it away. I was positive at some point you’d grow tired of…..the path we were taking, even as willing as you were. That my career, the distance, the whole celebrity business would chase you away. But…..you stayed. And when I first laid eyes on you, I was sure that either you were already taken….I mean….I looked at you….it was like…..like…perfection…so beautiful…so sexy…and still to this day you don’t even realize what you have….what everyone else can see but you. There is no way I can tell you all that I feel for you, how much I need you and want you, the million times you invade my thoughts every single day. And then I try to see you from the inside out? There aren’t enough words….there just aren’t,” Javi stopped and turned his head toward Kurt’s, lifting him back up to hover above him once more.

Kurt closed his eyes; he was struggling, too, savoring Javi’s words….literally forcing himself to get back into character. He reached for Javi’s face and silently ran the fingers of both hands through his mass of black curls, kissing him tenderly as Javi wrapped him in his arms, taking the kiss from tender to smoldering to white hot once again. He could feel the heat spread as Javi slowly but firmly sank his fingernails into his back, running his fingers as far as they would go over his tight bare ass, Kurt’s body heaving against Javi’s in rhythm. The sensation of their still clothed cocks rubbing against each other…..Kurt quickly slid to the end of the bed and untied Javi’s ankles. He wanted him so much!

With Javi’s legs free, he pulled Kurt down again, wrapping his muscular legs around his waist, holding him fast, rolling them both onto their sides. With a fierce, yet gentle look, Javi took Kurt’s face into his hands and said, “Let me show you slow hands,” then nipped Kurt’s chin with his teeth, opening his mouth wide, sliding down Kurt’s neck using his tongue to capture the taste of his sweat. As Kurt rolled onto his back, Javi straddled his waist, raising Kurt’s arms so he could run his fingers down his triceps and then over his underarms, slightly tugging the hair, and then whispering his fingers down his sides. As Kurt had done earlier, Javi used his knowledgeable tongue to tease, running it slowly back and forth between his nipples coming just short of touching them, tasting them….and he wasn’t sure about the nipple rings. Tonio had had one and although it had been a gamechanger, it wasn’t in a bad way….so he tested the waters barely licking one with the flat of his tongue. Kurt reached for one of his hands and placed it over the other nipple, indicating it was okay…he wanted it. After some tentative play, watching for Kurt’s reaction, Kurt finally breathed, “Touch them…..godJaviplease…..just….touch them!” Wetting the palm of one hand, he circled one nipple, Kurt’s body fluttering beneath his touch. Javi loved the feel of Kurt’s nipple on his tongue, so stiff….he delighted in tickling it with his tongue until Kurt would let him know with an upthrust of his chest that he wanted more….Kurt’s pleasure was evident when Javi took the brown bud between his teeth and just barely bit down. And there was something so hot about nipple rings, in your mouth….looking at them as they sparkled…..he just never expected it from Kurt. He slid to one side and….again, he opened his mouth wide, his tongue slithering over Kurt’s abs, his fingers caressing one of his sensitive inner thighs feeling Kurt’s legs relax outward under his touch. Kurt had thought of everything right down to the red lace mentioned in the song. Reaching under the foot of the bed, he found the massage oil he kept in a drawer underneath it.

He loved the view from where he was, looking up the length of Kurt’s lean body, taking in his shallow breathing, his messy hair, the shadow of his concave belly….anticipating Javi’s next move. After warming the oil, he rubbed his hands and fingers together, again traversing the length of Kurt’s inner thighs from his knees to where the thong met his legs. Slipping his fingers along each side of Kurt’s hardness, he massaged the soft skin to either side of his distended cock, and just like his nipples exploring, touching, massaging the skin of his pelvis and hips, massaging…except what Kurt was longing for. “Javiiiiiiigodpleasetouchme..take my cock…nowwwww” and Kurt reached down quickly separating the thong from his body ripping one velcroed side, then the other, impatiently pulling the thong away. Again, Javi applied some oil to his hand and his fingers, gently using the pad of one oiled finger to circle his asshole. He felt Kurt’s moan shudder his entire body, wordlessly begging him for more. He moved his other oiled hand over Kurt’s shaft, his hand firmly moving…. up…..then down….and up…. while maintaining his finger action. Watching Kurt press his hands into the bed, trying to control his hips, trying to control everything was so so hot. “Do you know how much I love watching you like this, touching you like this, knowing you’re just waiting for me to do this?” He whispered as he slid his lips over the head of his stiffness. Again, he felt Kurt press his hands into the mattress, spreading his legs as wide as they would go, “Javiiiiiyesohgodyes…..” he whimpered over and over, Javi’s finger, his hand, his mouth driving him beyond crazy….unable to lay still. There was no more holding back….none. His body felt like its very own bolt of lightning as he came…..going limp on the bed, disoriented and completely satisfied.

Javi climbed the length of his limp body, taking him in his arms as Kurt got his breath under control. “Javi,” he sighed, “Javi, Javi, Javi…” He turned his head, kissing him lazily, haphazardly touching his body, not wanting to be separated from him for a second. That had felt soooo amazing…something they hadn’t tried together…and here Kurt was the one who thought he was going to surprise Javi, and he was….as soon as he bones stopped feeling like jelly. He was still reorienting himself. And as Javi lay quietly beside him he continued to run his hands and his fingers over his smooth brown skin, replacing them with his lips softly caressing his body once more, murmuring how much he enjoyed what he was doing, where he was doing it, why he was doing it, finally rolling Javi’s sensitized body on top of him.

Kurt enveloped Javi in his arms, drawing his lips down to his own, drawing Javi’s tongue deep into his mouth, again entwining it with his own, sucking it slowly and sensuously until he felt Javi’s hard-on pressing firmly against his belly, his shorts having been lost long ago in their passion. Using both hands to reach between their bodies, they found Javi’s hardness. “Mi Javio, do you know how much I love stroking you like this? Your body is like…..my favorite playground…..like a teeter totter…..up and down…..up and down….” slowly stroking, he moved Javi’s body upwards for greater access. With one hand he continued the rhythmic, steady stroking, with the other he played with his balls. He rarely called Javi by the more tender nickname of Javio, but Javi’s heart melted whenever he did. “And if I had my way I would take you deep….” Kurt whispered, sliding his body down the bed until he could take Javi’s cock into his mouth. Javi moaned, wanting this so much, but….”Kurt…..ohgodyes…..are…. you….sure….” he closed his eyes tightly, still trying to maintain control. Kurt was soooo good at this….he could deepthroat like no one he’d ever known….but they’d never….not from this angle. The most difficult angle….but also the angle that produced the most pleasure.

Kurt didn’t answer…well he did actually….by plunging his mouth more deeply over Javi’s cock, tonguing the head while continuing to stroke the shaft..combining his hands and his lips…..slow and steady….then faster….and a little bit faster…..taking his cock even deeper….sensing it touching the back of his mouth….and then his throat…..”Kurrttttt…..yessss……all of me…..God take all of me….” and Kurt did….holding Javi in his mouth as he came….taking it one last bit deeper….the vision of Javi hovering over him, so intimately buried inside him, exploding behind his eyelids.

Flat on their backs, quietly staring at the ceiling, fingers entwined, catching their breath…..countless times they’d been in this same position over the past year. It had been a hectic week, not two ships that pass in the night necessarily, but….how had Kurt had the time to plan all of this? Well, Javi thought, he wouldn’t have had to do it all in a single week, he’d had plenty of time. His brain still wasn’t operating on all cylinders. He rolled to his side, snuggling into the curves of Kurt’s body, throwing one arm across his chest, inhaling the headiness of their lovemaking.

“Sometimes I wonder how I’m ever going to keep up with what goes on in that beautiful head of yours, mi amor…and when we come down from the ceiling, you have some explaining to do.” Kurt smiled to himself, “Not really….I mean I don’t HAVE to explain.” Javi snuggled a little closer, one of the handcuffs dangling from his fingers, this time he being the one to arch an eyebrow. “Ohhhh, I think you do! You scared me to death! First, I walk into a dark house, no note, nothing….at 10 o’clock? Then, I open our bedroom door and….no Kurt? Finally, I find a Do Not Disturb sign on your door? What if I hadn’t opened it? You didn’t answer my texts? I thought you were sick at first! And then….THEN I come in here to check on you and you’re cuffed to the bed! You’re a mighty fine actor, right down to your shaking body and your frightened voice! I almost called Karen earlier to check on you! Now wouldn’t that have been a lovely bit of gossip if she’d found you in here?”

Kurt was trying so hard not to laugh, but he couldn’t stop himself, “Oh, Javi the look on your face? I almost couldn’t pull it off! I was sure I was going to die laughing instead. Oh oh ohgod!” he gasped between breaths, “Can’t you just see Karen’s face???? Ohmygod! Snapping pics with her phone? Maybe sharing them with our friends? No, she’d never do that…” Finally, his laughing fit subsided and he dared to sneak a peek over at Javi, almost bursting into another fit of hilarity. “Mi Javito….okay okay. This is what happened.” He took a deep breath staring at the ceiling again, knowing if he looked at Javi he wouldn’t be able to control his giggling at Javi’s expense, “I already had this planned, so when I got your texts it was just too tempting not to answer because it gave me more time! Do you know how long it can take to handcuff yourself to a bed with a blindfold on? Of course, I’d practiced, which helped but….anyway, when you weren’t home by about 9, I decided to execute my plan…and yes, if you’d been thinking straight you would have realized that I probably could have uncuffed myself so I needed the element of surprise….ohmygod your face!” He pursed his lips determined to keep his thoughts on track. “I am a pretty good actor, aren’t I? I thought for sure when I gripped you so tightly you’d remember all the times we’ve flipped each other like that but I guess all my quaking and apparent helplessness worked. And the rest? The music, the dancing, that was easy! I’ve done it…”

Kurt saw the lightbulb go on, “Before! You’ve done it before! Moves Like Jagger! That’s what you meant by “not this time”… last time we had to do some maneuvering because I wasn’t wearing underwear….”

“And I thought of replicating all of that with different songs, but I thought it would be too obvious. I wanted to prod your memory without making it too easy. So I guess you were surprised?”

“Um yeah???? By a lot of things, pleasantly….well more than pleasantly…..I have to ask where did you learn to deepthroat like that…I mean you’re really good at it but this time….I thought you might swallow me completely…”

“Really? You really wanna know? Yes, I know you were thinking, this isn’t Kurt, Kurt would never….blah! blah! blah! But yes Javi even before you I did throw away lots of inhibitions..and that was one of them. I know what it feels like…well we don’t have to go there…but anyway I wanted to learn how, so I just trained my gag reflex,” “Oh no! Let’s go there, please I want to go there. You’ve heard lots of stories about my past and I hardly know any of yours.” Kurt gave him an exasperated look. “Anyway, as I was saying…. Remember that modern convenience called Google? Full instructions! Pretty simple really, I practiced with different sized dildos and learned how to suppress my gag reflex so I could, ya know, hold you a while afterwards….and if you plan on learning this forget about using bananas, you just end up eating them before the exercise is over.” Javi just laid there trying not to laugh himself while Kurt played with his hair, twisting the curls around his fingers and then combing it back from his forehead. Forevermore, a snapshot of Kurt shoving dildos down his throat would exist in his mind. “Sorry I’m late…I lost track of time. What was I doing? Oh, just trying to swallow some dildos.”

“Okay, but what did you mean by me “requesting” something? What did I request….and when?”

“Our first fight…don’t you…” “Well, of course I remember that! No one forgets their first fight…but what does that have to do with Moves Like Jagger? I don’t remember fighting about that…we didn’t, did we?”

“Nooooo but afterwards, after the fight, after the makeup sex….remember when you said you wanted to know what to fight about….”

“Yes! The next night so we could have makeup sex all over again…and then I said something about I wouldn’t mind another Moves Like Jagger night! Now that’s funny! You pick a couple of words said after our first argument to build a whole fantasy on for our anniversary celebration? Not that I’m complaining of course, but….”

“And that’s what I want to discuss with you…something else that happened that night that neither one of us was aware of….until now….well for me it’s been a few months….but now. Do you want to wait, I mean it’s waited this long…and I do kind of like just laying here like this..” Lovingly, he kissed the top of Javi’s head.

“Can’t we lay here like this and talk….it’s not like we’ve never done that before. And I’ve been waiting for you to say something. Do you really think I hadn’t noticed that you had something on your mind?”

Kurt’s excitement spontaneously bubbled over, “Oh good! I’ve been wanting to say something for so long, but I wanted it to be special because it’s one of those….life-changing moments…for both of us! Javi, Javi, Javi! I think I’ve found my passion….or at least the one for this period of my life! At first it seemed crazy…it wasn’t anything I’d ever thought of wanting to do with my life. But that night….remember how you showed me your notebook about me…about us?”

Javi nodded, “Si! Of course! It’s when you started keeping a notebook just like it. Go on.”

“Well, after I started keeping one, too, I was constantly reminded about the story of you and Antonio and how he learned what he’d learned…Javi, even you’ve said you’ve never seen any books or stuff on the internet that supplies this kind of information in a….complete form, I guess? And that’s even crazier than what I’m thinking…well, I think it is. Anyway, I want to write, Javi, I want to write a book about all I’ve learned from you. About building a relationship, all the way from “cake-baking” to what we did tonight! And I know I don’t have a clue about the business end of this…and I know it’s….”

Javi tightened his embrace around Kurt’s chest, pulling him down so they were at eye level. “Mi Kurtito, you know how much I love you. You’re always right here with me forever,” he tapped his heart. “What you’re saying….it sounds crazy enough to be your passion…or at least one of them. I hear it in your voice. And I can see it in your eyes. Don’t you ever talk yourself out of what you love and don’t you ever, ever let anyone else do that either. There are all kinds of things we’re going to have to discuss. Your passion can be all-consuming…and it should be really! And now that you’ve found it? Things will change again, for you, for us. But….we’ve been changing since the day we met….and one of the reasons it works is that we work at changing together, with each other.”

“Do you know that right beside music, you….you Kurtito are my passion. If you’re going to write about this, that’s right up there with cake-baking,” he laughed. “And that doesn’t mean that everyone has to think or feel the way we do about a person for them to be each other’s passion. That would make it too easy. Passion requires effort, just like anything worth having. Passion can wax and wane, but it’s always, always with you.”

So, you don’t think I’m crazy or trying to tackle something too big? You don’t think…well just because I never recognized it before now that I’m wrong? I mean I’ve been writing all my life and never….”

“Stop right there and think about what you just said, you’ve been writing all your life. You’ve been carrying around the building blocks all your life. Do you know how much I love the way you slip your descriptions and analogies into our sex life, our lovemaking? It is sooooo hot! I mean how many people would effortlessly start talking about….my body as a playground…..your hand like a teeter totter….me flapping my feathers like a flustered rooster…which I wasn’t by the way…..you do it all the time! You carry around all kinds of things that you need for your future. Like….you’ve been carrying around something that would allow you to be prepared for Blaine….and me….just waiting for the right time to be used. Doesn’t mean it’s always easy or fun to use whatever it is, but it’s there inside. Bebe, you’ve been preoccupied for months….like…I kept imagining people pacing back and forth in your mind. Turns out they have.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s one of the best ways to describe it. But…..do you remember the day I called you in LA a while back? And we had some fun with Sobrenatural?” Javi nodded with a smile. Kurt continued, “Now don’t laugh….but I was working on this idea and reading our journals…well, I got wrapped up in trying to figure out how to tell you. I didn’t want to just sit down and have a discussion. I wanted to make it memorable, like another first! And then thinking about a plan and reading about what happened that night, the whole makeup sex and after part…that’s why you got that call. I’m having some issues with focusing on the topic…um…without getting all hot and bothered. I’m working on it. I’m pretty sure it’s just a matter of discipline. I mean, I can’t be texting you every time I sit down to write because the subject matter is….sort of like reading gay erotica.” Javi really did have to work at not laughing. What a delightful problem!

“Hmmmm…..now that you’ve got it all out, do you feel better, mi amor? How about if we work on some of the logistics this weekend, because you’re right, it will affect both of us in ways we probably can’t even imagine. Let’s sleep on it. And as for that huge obstacle requiring discipline, it will be a bit of a sacrifice, but until you get it under control, I’ll try to be available…to help of course.”

“Stop it!” Kurt chuckled, “I’m serious! ” Javi leaned over to kiss Kurt’s nose and run his fingers through his lovely ginger locks. “Well, so am I, Kurtito! Too much sex can be very harmful, especially phone sex. I’ve even heard it’s becoming an epidemic requiring treatment! But sleep can be very therapeutic, so why don’t we try that? And if you can’t sleep and decide to get up to write, be sure to wake me up if you need my assistance. Anything to assist in your passion, cosas calientes (hot stuff).”

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 70 KURT’S PASSION

He still remembered when the idea had come to him and although it didn’t seem as crazy as it had back then, he hadn’t shared it with anyone; not even Javi. He could still see Javi tossing the red-covered notebook to him, “Kurtito” written on the cover, revealing how he managed to remember significant details of some of their “adventures” in lovemaking. There it was in blue ink, Javi’s descriptions, things they’d both said. All of their fantasies, Javi’s feelings about them….at first Kurt wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or frightened! But, then he’d taken up the imaginative habit himself. He’d already filled dozens of spiral-bound notebooks over his lifetime. Even in the relatively brief time he and Javi had fallen head over heels for each other, he had a whole notebook devoted to his spiritual journey, one with thoughts about what he might want to do when he graduated and one just like Javi’s filled with evidence of their love.

But now he’d graduated; his higher education behind him, a blank slate of future before him. Javi wasn’t pressuring him to make any decisions yet. In his mind, destiny came to you, it knocked on your door waiting for you to recognize it for what it was. And Kurt was so multitalented who knew what destiny had in store? Javi wanted to give him all the time and space he wanted and needed so he could methodically consider all of his options. Not that Kurt was prone to impulsiveness, anything but, and especially when it came to major life decisions. Just because he wasn’t officially a student anymore didn’t mean he’d cease to learn and grow. He’d started working at the boutique full-time even when Javi had told him to take a breather. It wasn’t like they needed the money, but Kurt’s sense of responsibility wouldn’t allow him to just live there and not contribute. And besides, maybe his destiny lay in fashion, who knew?

The idea wouldn’t stop following him around though and finally he’d stopped trying to push it away. Instead he picked up his favorite pen and started writing, the words spilling from his brain so he could examine it in a concrete way. Whether it sounded insane or not didn’t matter; insane was just a synonym for passionate, according to the thesaurus. What mattered was that notions for carrying the insanity forward were fervently filling another notebook and it was time to discuss it with his Javito. However, he didn’t just want to present the whirlwind of ideas and desires in conversation alone. If it was his passion, and every day it seemed to grow, then he wanted to demonstrate it in some way. He wanted to remember the time he’d shared his passion with the one person who had helped him discover it; to find it recorded in their respective notebooks years from now and smile. Until Javi had so unexpectedly arrived, he’d never considered what he was preparing for as his destiny or as one of the reasons he was created.

He’d always had a fondness for writing and he had certainly benefited from the practice. Putting his thoughts, feelings and ideas on paper got them out of his head so he could examine them and mold them like clay into something tangible and useful rather than letting them wander around in circles driving him to distraction or completely leaving his mind without further consideration. It often brought some sense of order to his life when everything around him seemed to live and breathe chaos. Writing had been indispensable when life as an openly gay teen sought to destroy his courage. It had saved him when he and Blaine were at their worst.

That oh so memorable night when Javi had almost carelessly tossed that notebook to him showed how a single gesture could take a directionless student down a path of what? A calling? A vocation? Not just a source of employment. As Kurt had leafed through their notebooks, he immersed himself the story of how Javi and Kurt had become the couple they were. Of course, they weren’t perfect. They were subject to the same relationship issues as any couple, but they really strived to work through them, and more often than not ended up having fun doing it!

The same question he’d asked a million times in his head spoke up again. Why hadn’t anyone ever revealed something as important as this? Why did it seem so hidden? Javi had learned from Antonio, Antonio from his parents. Even Javi agreed that he’d never discovered any self-help books completely devoted to addressing relationship building in this way. Yes, there were books published every day with bits and pieces that might be helpful, but never presented as a life plan, not really. Antonio and Javi couldn’t be the only couple who had employed all of this creativity to build a strong relationship, a balanced relationship. Kurt was fully aware that they were still in the honeymoon phase, but unlike a lot of couples who made it to a year they hadn’t really settled into behavioral patterns where they were starting to take each other for granted, where they didn’t really enjoy each other’s company most of the time, where little things got on each other’s nerves. Once a month they’d take an evening, creating a casual, comfortable atmosphere and have a conversation about things they needed to work on, things that really did bother them no matter how small and try to come up with ways to deal with them.

The idea was almost ridiculously simple, but executing it, turning it into reality? Not so simple. He wanted to share what Javi had taught him, what they’d learned together. Beginning with the cake-baking analogy for a foundation and traveling forward. How they managed to maintain a more than reasonably healthy relationship in all areas. Teaching others how to navigate the sometimes treacherous waters of a long-term love. He didn’t know the first thing about writing a book or the publishing process. And he doubted it fell under the realm of influence Javi had in entertainment.

His arm resting on the kitchen table, his hand propped under his chin, this was one of his preferred places for writing or thinking, especially when he was alone. He loved the natural lighting and the homey feel. The California sun that brightened the room seemed to illuminate his creativity as well. His other favorite place was the couch in the media room. He and Javi had spent so much time there together sharing….everything, talking, making love, listening to music. Javi’s scent lingered in the pillows. He decided a change of scenery might spark some ideas about how to reveal this change in his life and thinking with Javi. There was no rush, of course, but it was like his brain was stuck in the on position and he was ready to share his excitement with his partner.

After they’d taken another new step in their relationship not long ago, they’d stopped calling each other boyfriends and started calling each other partners. The word boyfriend seemed like a description of someone whose company you enjoyed but were still not sure where the “friend” part was headed yet. Partner made them equals. And it said they had a common goal. Just like joining their bodies had changed them, it had also changed how they viewed each other and their love.

Laying on his right side, he settled into the familiar contours, sinking into the cushions. Wrapping his arms around Javi’s favorite velvet pillow, he laid both of their notebooks on the coffee table. He’d just finished rereading the descriptions, thoughts and comments from the night Kurt was made aware of Javi’s notebook. So funny! The night that had planted a seed for what might be his passion in life was also the night they’d had their first fight.

He let his mind wander hoping he’d find some inspiration. He loved Javi so much and he couldn’t wait to share this with him, but he wanted it to be memorable, special, perfect. Let’s see, he’d made chili that night. That might be perfect. Chili could be made in a thousand and one ways. He’d originally enlisted Belita for the recipe that Javi liked best, minus the heat, so Kurt could manage to eat it, too. Maybe he could make two batches, one to suit Javi’s desensitized palate and one to accommodate Kurt. And of course they never went wrong with candles, music, low lighting, wine, the heated tub. Improvisation could run wild! He could greet Javi while laying on the futon in the media room, again wearing something seductive but not exactly what he wore that night….and they could skip the conversation about Javi’s being an accountant and the snarky comments Kurt had made.

But how to reproduce their lovemaking in a way that was unique and fun while trying to remind Javi of the significance of that night? He was positive he’d remember their first argument, and even though he had indeed written down details of that night, it wasn’t like he reread his notebook religiously. Kurt turned to the dated page and reexamined Javi’s words again.

The mischievous taunting, Javi calling him “Buffy the maid,” as in in the buff, and his tom kitty and Kittito; Kurt always feigned irritation with these nicknames, but in truth, especially in the setting of Javi’s sensual provocation, it was hot! And the playful struggling that night, wrestling on the bed and Kurt pinning Javi to the bed, teasing him over and over with his soft kisses, forcing Javi to come after them. This time Kurt doing the taunting, asking how he wanted to do it, insisting that he show him and tell him. This was a game they never seemed to tire of, their voices begging, taunting, pleading, teasing…..God, just thinking about it. Hmmm….he wondered where Javi was right now? He quickly checked their combined calendar. It was noonish. He was in LA for the day, working at the studio, he and the musicians working with the raw material of some new songs. He grabbed his phone. He’d text him, the worst that could happen was that he wasn’t available. And again, in part thanks to Javi he’d found ways to take care of that without him. “Have time for a romp in the park?”

Javi felt his phone vibrate and barely glanced at it; 99% of the time whoever it was could wait. Kurt! Ah! Javi was needed! And in a way he rarely turned down. He smiled to himself and asked the group of musicians if they were ready to break for lunch. No one was objecting, so he texted, “Give me 15 minutes!” Kurt read the text, pleased with the message, and responded with, “Ok ;-)!”

Kurt needed a break anyway, he reasoned….like he needed an excuse to be doing this in the middle of the day with or without Javi? But the party was soooooo much more fun with Javi in attendance. Fifteen minutes….he neatly straightened the notebooks on the coffee table and headed for the third bedroom that they’d used only a few weeks ago. He was still fascinated by it, discovering something unusual every time he returned. He opened the door, it no longer being locked all the time. From the door the first thing he laid eyes on was that immense round bed, covered in rich velvet…he could already feel it caressing his skin….And the open skylight above it….silly as it sounded he could picture anonymous people being able to look down on whatever he/they were doing on that bed. With a half-smile he wondered when that had become a turn-on for him. He brought up Javi’s album, Eterno, searching for the official videos. There it was! His favorite – Sobrenatural (Supernatural). He loved the energy of the song. He had woven many a fantasy around this video. Kurt always imagined Javi trapped in what looked like a clear glass cube, “expelled from paradise” as the song said and landing in a place where his faith and his being were lost and foreign. Watching Javi move about as if seeking the way out, so sensual, so sexy. Sometimes he even slowed it down just to enhance “the heat” as he thought of it.

Tilting his phone against one of the oversized pillows, he propped his head up on another pillow to watch the video play, slowly undressing Javi in his mind. Off came the shorts Kurt was wearing and since he didn’t have to be anywhere today, commando was the only way to go. He was soooo ready. As he somewhat impatiently waited for the phone to ring, he studied the video, sensing what it would feel like in that tiny cube, both searching for a way out but inhibited by four see-through walls.

He was so engrossed in the video and the fantasy unreeling in his mind that when his phone finally rang, he picked it up almost absentmindedly. “Where are you, mi amor….what are you doing…what are you wearing….nothing, I hope….” Javi whispered seductively. Kurt described his surroundings – “I’m completely naked lying on a bed of velvet….just waiting for you….,” the eroticism of the video…”you’re almost frantic to find a way out….but it’s soooo hot in here…..and all I’m frantic for is you….ohhhhh Javito you want out but all I want is you…..a door can wait….and I’m not letting you out until I’m satisfied…..” he sighed into the phone, already holding his rigid cock in his hand, “And where are you, mi chico juguete (chico hoo-ger-tay, boy toy). Javi released that low laugh, “I’m in my play pen, otherwise known as my office.”Soooo, we’re in the cube, si? Give me un momento to imagine. Oh, yes, there we are..I wonder if anyone can see us?..maybe they could…this cube is…..narrow….sorry there’s just nooooo room in here…..I can hardly move without touching you….yeah, it’s frustrating alright……that’s not what I meant and you know it……it’s getting soooo warm in here….let’s take off these clothes….I’m sweating…and so are you it’s like a sauna in here….we can always put them back on when we find a way out…..God, Kurt, what are we going to do….I mean here we are….no way out…I know there’s a door….where’d it go?…..and this cube….is it getting smaller…..yes and you’re what….you’re getting larger?..this is no time to be funny Kurt….what? Well, yes, I can see that….but…we can do that after we get out of here…..but now…we need to find a door or something….Kurt no stop….just…” Javi’s voice changed as if he was a bit irritated with Kurt, “I didn’t mean it literally when I asked what we were going to do…..we have time for that when…..Kurt stop it’s getting claustrophobic in here…no…..get. back. up.” then, as if reasoning with him would do any good, “yes of course it feels good but….what are you…..there’s not enough room….. well yes…..Kurt no no no….stand up….oh god yesssss…yessss…no don’t sta…..that feels soooo good…..your mouth….it’s so warm and wet….sorry didn’t mean to pull your hair so har….deeper…..si deeper…..you’re sooooo good at…..Kkkkuuuurrrtttt……I’m coming Kurt…… don’t stop don’t stop…..yesssss……”The images of where they were, trapped….every time he watched this video, it felt like Javi was inside a cube of his own making and he was urgently trying to escape, just like the words expressed. He couldn’t escape until he found the one in this life to help him….and then he found that person….kneeling in front of him.

Listening to the musical beat and picturing them naked and sweating….Javi pressed against a wall of the cube where Kurt had unceremoniously pushed him…himself on his knees against Javi’s initial protests….he could taste the salt on his tongue….feel Javi’s hard cock in his mouth….caressing the ridges, the head, the length of his shaft with his tongue…..tightening his lips as he moved up and down, listening to Javi’s expressions of pleasure……Javi’s hands grasping his hair…..he could picture him in the video he’d watched a million times….his neck extended….his face and full lips parted…eyes closed turned toward the ceiling….abandoning himself to Kurt’s expertise. He felt himself coming, too, the velvet and expanse of the bed seeming to be the exact opposite of what he was imagining….here he was free, his eyes closed but knowing the skylight was open directly above him…and finally they were both quiet, slowing their rapid breathing. Javi was the one to break the silence. “I knew there was a reason I enjoyed making that video so much, but I never pictured a naked sweaty Kurtito in there with me. If I’d known I wouldn’t have spent my time trying to find a way out,” he laughed. Kurt lay on the bed, relaxed, eyes still closed, “We could have always escaped through the skylight….” “What???? What do you mean?” “The skylight…” “Kurtito, you are so funny….so literal….yes, if it wasn’t a video and that wasn’t a fantasy, we could escape through the skylight, mi amor.””I love you so much….. beyond reason, Javi..” Kurt sighed as he opened his iridescent eyes. “And I love you for a million reasons, Kurt….I’ll be home around six….you wanna go out to eat?” Kurt thought about it a moment and then decided, “No, I’ll cook. I have today off.” “Okay, enjoy the rest of your day, bebe.” “I will, but not half as much as I just enjoyed you, carino…”Kurt disconnected his phone and slid up to the pillows on the bed. This! This was exactly what he wanted to share with other couples. They were like any other couple. Their work and all the details of simple living took up most of their time but they still managed to not only make time for creating moments like these, but they were so…..fluid? Sure, there were times when they said no to each other, but most of the time they still could hardly keep their hands off each other, especially since they’d taken another step in their relationship. It was getting to the point where Kurt could hardly wait to tell Javi about a passion he’d never imagined! Javi relaxed into his leather office chair, closed his chocolate brown eyes and smiled.

He tried to picture his colleagues beyond the door to his office wondering what he’d been doing. It wasn’t unusual for him to lock the door to the office. They knew he was an extremely single-minded person. Multitasking wasn’t one of Javi’s fortes. He could see them returning from lunch and picking up their respective instruments, waiting for Javi’s return. They’d be playing around with the music and the lyrics again, knowing almost exactly when Javi would return – single-minded and punctual. Never in a million years would they picture him behind his desk, half-naked, fantasizing with his partner, having enhanced phone sex. Oh! They knew he was passionate and no doubt sought after but this? As creative and imaginative as they were, picturing their employer and friend as he was right now? Never in a million years!

He’d be living on this one of many adventures he and Kurt came up with for the rest of the day. Maybe it was a new song just waiting to be written, who knew? But Javi could tell Kurt had something on his mind. It was like he had people pacing back and forth in his mind. He’d disappear to his room more frequently and always seemed to have a notebook with him, jotting down whatever was running through his thoughts. Speaking of which, he entered a reminder on his phone so he wouldn’t forget to record his impressions of Sobrenatural in his own notebook when he got home. That sounded sooooo wonderful! Home, after that 2-hour drive from LA; home had become another name for his Kurtito.

Kurt couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep; sure, it was just a catnap, but he didn’t realize he’d been that relaxed! After straightening what was becoming his favorite room, he took a shower, then fixed himself a turkey and avocado sandwich and began writing again. He’d often thought that this would be so much faster if he’d just use his laptop, but he wasn’t interested in faster. He liked filling a blank sheet of paper with the words that creatively described what was in his heart, mind and soul. And now he realized how essential it was going to be for him to become more disciplined, especially since the idea of teaching had also taken a seat right next to writing. Research was needed – about the writing process, how to market your work and the list was growing.

It was becoming obvious that the topic his “passion” had chosen could be a gigantic distraction all by itself. He knew if he let his mind go back again to the night of their first fight and makeup sex….well, at the least his attention might be diverted once again. Somehow, he would need to find a way to….he didn’t know….detach himself maybe? Yes, he wanted to plan when and how he would broach the subject with Javi, but apparently he’d need to discipline himself to take his thinking in intervals, focusing on different topics for a limited period of time, then somehow learning to move on. He laughed when he silently pictured himself calling Javi every time he found himself back in the steamy tub or the even steamier bed from that night. Neither of them would get any work done! And that was just one night!

As Javi finally left the fringes of LA and headed down the Pacific Coast, he eased into the picturesque view that never ceased to inspire him. It wasn’t the sea of his childhood in Quintana Roo but it was mesmerizing nonetheless. Sometimes, he’d even stop and walk along the beach for a bit before resuming his journey home. But not today. He couldn’t get the fantasy he’d described to Kurt earlier that day out of his mind. Not only had it inspired song lyrics and even some musical notes, he couldn’t get the idea of applying that same description to his Kurtito, except Kurt would be on the receiving end this time. Yes, it had been a fantasy, and they’d both enjoyed the benefits, but turnabout was fair play, and besides, even if it wasn’t, what he wanted to do to Kurt when he got home had to be satisfied….he laughed, yes! satisfied! What a perfect way to start their evening.

As he unlocked the door, the scent of duck roasting filled the entire house. Over the past almost year Kurt had become quite the cook. It started because most of the time he was home before Javi and he’d just sort of fallen into the habit of trying to have dinner ready. Adam had given him some suggestions and a few lessons and now the kitchen had a small bookcase full of cookbooks. Javi didn’t mind cooking and he employed his culinary skills, too, but not as often as Kurt.

Kurt was busy cutting vegetable chunks to roast; baby carrots, onions, mushrooms… adding an apple and an orange for just a hint of sweetness. He’d even made chocolate mousse; his own version, one that didn’t require too much time and effort. When he heard the front door open, he turned his head and gave Javi a smile that lit up his entire face including his eyes, “Hola, mi principe (prince)!”

Javi placed his satchel down slowly and leaned against the wall for a moment just watching Kurt. Watching Kurt still fascinated him. When he’d turned his head, those kaleidoscope eyes had gifted Javi with their rainbow colors. Those chiseled features and that thick ginger hair falling over his forehead in waves from the heat of the kitchen. The earring with the initial S sparkling as it dangled from his ear. He knew if he turned right now and laid those piercing eyes on him again, his heart would either skip a beat or melt; sometimes that’s just the way it was. And Kurt was so engrossed in chopping vegetables; that was another way he knew Kurt had something on his mind. He almost always stopped whatever he was doing when Javi got home just to give him a kiss and hug. No matter; his absorption in what he was doing worked perfectly for Javi’s purposes.

When he’d filled his mind with the beautiful manscape that was Kurt, he took off his shoes and quietly walked up behind him, wrapping his strong arms around Kurt’s waist, “Do you know how hot you are?” Javi half-whispered, “Standing there in mi abuela’s (grandmother’s) apron?” “Well of course I know, it feels like I’m that duck in the oven.” Then he remembered, “Oh! I’m sorry, mi Javi….I can’t believe I didn’t….” “Shhhh, my pequeña cocinera caliente (my hot little cook). I missed you today…” Kurt laughed, “You missed me? You spent a half hour in Wonderland with me just a few hours ago.” “Si, es verdad (yes, true)….but I left something back there and I need to return,” he whispered while untying the frilly pink apron from around Kurt’s waist.”Javi, what are you doing? Quit…” Javi ignored his protests, “How long until dinner, mi amor?” “About an hour, but I need to get these vegetables in the oven.” “Ohhhh, I like raw vegetables…..I like lots of things in the raw….like my men…” Kurt chuckled again, “Your men? How many of us are there? Is that what you left back in Wonderland….one of your men? You suddenly have a thing for the Mad Hatter?” “Oh no no no Kurtito,” he crooned as he tossed the apron aside and untied Kurt’s thin blue sweat pants, sliding his hands under the loosened waistband, “this is what I left in Wonderland….” he slid his hands over the curves of Kurt’s ass and around his hips, using his hand on Kurt’s semi-hard cock, “oh there he is right under that annoying Cheshire Cat with that sneaky smile…”Javi…can’t this wait..I mean…..” Javi’s wicked laugh preceded, “no it can’t….I’m late I’m late for a veeerryyy important date,” He said, quoting the March Hare, wrapping both hands around Kurt’s stiffness….” mmmmmm….oh….yes….like that….yes….,” Kurt murmured, giving in, “Hmmm…..think you answered your own question, love….but you know I could skip that date any time if you reaaalllyy want me to…..” Kurt’s eyes closed as he whispered, “Javi…. you are…..such…..a whore…” Kurt carefully laid down the knife and leaned back against Javi’s body as he used one hand to play with his balls and his other hand to caress his hard cock, “mmmm…..when did you start paying for my favors….,” Javi said, kissing Kurt’s damp neck, the tang of salt on his lips.”

And I wouldn’t want to lose this…..or these….in Wonderland…..oh mi Kurtito I love how you feel in my hands…so stiff….I love how it makes you feel when I do this….” Kurt sighed, “and this…oh and maybe this….” with another ragged sigh Kurt reached back anchoring himself against Javi’s thighs, “when you’re in my hands….my hands…..my hands……mmmmmm yes….BUT” Javi leaned into Kurt’s ear and breathed, “I love how you feel in my mouth even more….” Kurt almost whimpered feeling Javi’s breath so warm on his neck, one hand traveling up his shaft, the other tickling his cojones, “turn around, bebe,” Javi said in a low whisper as Kurt turned with a slight moan, Javi not missing a beat….caressing his cock…..agonizingly avoiding the head….In one swift move he pushed Kurt’s pants to the floor, capturing his lips, one hand returning to his aching cock, the other tweaking a nipple. Kurt moaned again as a jolt of liquid lightning charged from his nipple to his toes. Javi released his lips and silently slid to the floor, kneeling in front of Kurt as Kurt braced himself with both hands against the counter. In a whisper so low it was almost inaudible Kurt said, “I love you, Javier Ramos Ruiz….” Javi caught his breath. He had to collect himself before he continued…whenever Kurt said his name like that….it was a high like no other.

“And I love licking you from top to bottom….over and over and over….and playing with the head of your cock like this….the way you taste drives me crazy…..and these ……” he said, taking one of his balls into his mouth, then releasing it and doing the same to the other, using his tongue to perhaps discover another of his lover’s pleasure zones, and after he’d had his fun, he said, “and I especially love the feel of your hard prick in my mouth because I know……” he took Kurt as deeply into his mouth as he could, then slid back up using his lips as Kurt whimpered again and whispered Javi, Javi, Javi mi carino over and over, “I know that’s what I’ll hear, Kurt….Javi….Javi….Javi… again and again,” he murmured, and with that he took Kurt into his mouth a little deeper, using his hand at the same time swimming in a sea of hunger, tasting every “yes,” every “Javi” every “ohmygod” until he felt Kurt’s knees collapse slightly as he came. There it was, the taste of his favorite mushrooms, the taste of his lover’s cum. Kurt slid to the floor as if his body had suddenly turned to jelly. Javi was still kneeling, “mi Javito, besame…(kiss me)” and Javi obliged, surprised by Kurt’s ardor, Kurt exploring his mouth, under his tongue, even playfully biting the tip of his tongue, tasting himself, and lowering Javi to the floor. “No no no, mi amor, that was my way of reciprocating for the fantasy, I was the receiver…”

“Shut up, Javi…..just…” Kurt almost frantically undressed Javi, straddling his muscular body, attacking his bare torso, his hands slipping and sliding along his toasted skin, his lips and tongue making their way from his long neck, encircling each exquisitely dark nipple, licking their tautness, soaking in Javi’s gasp…..then to his vulnerable belly, planting pinpoint hickeys around his navel and finally using the tip of his tongue to tease the depth of his belly button while holding Javi’s shaft in one hand, moving his thumb slowly up and down the upper side and then the underside, until he felt Javi’s hips move, a moan escaping his lips. Abandoning his navel, he turned his full attention to Javi’s swollen member. “So you like to lick me….” Kurt ran his tongue over the head and down the shaft” …like this?….. And you like how my cock feels in your mouth..like…..this?….” Kurt said before he plunged his own mouth over Javi’s readiness, encompassing almost all of him, moving to the rhythm of Javi’s pelvis. As his mouth and lips came back up over the head he firmly planted his hands over Javi’s writhing hips, securing them to the kitchen floor, teasing Javi’s erect cock with his tongue, listening to his pleading moans. The feeling of Javi struggling beneath him, unable to move his hips as he playfully tortured him with his tongue….soooo hot..so hot…. “Tell me….tell me…..show me, Javito…..show me how you like it….hmmmm? Come on mi Javito….you can’t show me? Why can’t you….oh! you can’t move…I’m….soooo sorry….well then tell me…..tell me….and then if I like what I hear mmmaaaayyybbbeeee I’ll let you show me…..””Ohmygod, …stop……stop teasing….Kurt…..god…..let me up…..yes yes I want you…..god yes I want you….ohmygod…you’re driving me cra….yessss I want you to suck my cock……I want…….”Show me what you want….” and Kurt released one hip just long enough to take one of Javi’s hands, placing it over his rigid prick, allowing Javi to slid his hand up and down while Kurt tickled the sensitive head with the wet tip of his tongue, “It feels good doesn’t it, si?…..but you want more…..more than just your hand…..or maybe not? But I don’t know” Kurt whispered flippantly…”Tell me again….what do you want….who do you want…” Kurt was panting…..”now….say it….say my name…” With some effort, Jack pled with Kurt, “Kurt….now……please….please…. just….suck my cock….make…..me….now…ohgodplease….Kurt..I’m…..” And as Javi arched his back, Kurt hurriedly pushed away Javi’s hand and took Javi’s hardness into his mouth one last time savoring the warm taste of sweetness….. and something he had yet to define. Kurt glanced over at Javi, eyes closed, laying on the tiled floor, smiling at the ceiling, catching his breath. He had to smile himself. He could almost imagine how silly they would look from someone else’s viewpoint, sprawled all over the floor, half naked, clothes everywhere……and a duck roasting in the oven, vegetables still waiting to be prepared. One of the carrots had actually fallen on them in the heat of the moment. He reached for Javi’s hand and pulled him up to sit beside him against the cupboard doors.

“So all it takes to turn you on is your abuela’s lacy apron? Isn’t that a bit kinky, even for you, mi amor?” Javi pinched Kurt’s red cheeks together and said, “Aren’t you cute….God! Were you trying to kill me?” “Just trying to make sure I followed your instructions and besides you’re the one who ambushed me, I was only giving you what you deserved,” he laughed. Javi sighed heavily and leaned against the cupboard doors, closing his eyes again, “I love you….like I love music….you’re like an addiction…my passion…” Javi laid his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt knew he needed to get up and finish dinner, but he sat there for a few minutes more, playing with Javi’s tangle of curls. Wow! If this was how it was going to be as he progressed with his future plans using the words from their notebooks as a guide, how were they going to contain their passion for each other? His life’s passion…..Kurt had suddenly remembered something Javi said that night when such a tiny kernel of an idea was planted for what he now believed truly was his passion. See? said his mind, all it takes is a few words to spark the flame of creativity. In this case it was three little words consisting of four tantalizing syllables. And what fun it would be to plan!

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 69 NEW GALAXIES

CHAPTER 69 – NEW GALAXIES

The chapter number is one of two things. If you’re Javi, you say it’s destiny; if you believe that life leaves us a little bit more leeway, the fact that this happened to be Chapter 69 is an interesting coincidence. Honest, I did not plan it!

Before Javi could lead him away into whatever fantasies existed in Wonderland, he reached for him one more time, wrapping him tightly in a hug and said, “Javi, I wouldn’t trade even a single minute of “straightness” if it meant I couldn’t love you completely….that I couldn’t be right where we are right now.” Javi could feel himself getting over-emotional, so he tried to clear his throat and said, “Kurtito….stop…you’re going to make me cry and,” “Kurt finished the sentence, “and Mexican men don’t cry.” They both laughed.

“What’s this?” Kurt’s crystalline eyes lit up as he turned in circles. The bath/massage rooms had undergone a drastic alteration, appealing to every one of the five senses. The delicate scent of sandalwood encircled them and the clawfoot tub was filled with warm water and glittery blue bubbles. Javi had considered sharing their favorite wine adding to the ambience, but decided against it. Instead, a tall pitcher of icy cold water flavored with fresh lemons sat beside the tub along with two cut-crystal glasses. The combination of warm water and wine might make them too sleepy. Wine could wait for another time. Kurt smiled, mildly surprised at some of the significant details he’d missed on the cursory tour from earlier. Like the grouping of smoky brown mirrors on the wall opposite the bathtub. The decorator’s eye said, “So subtle.” The bathers could see themselves, but not overtly so, and the candles were placed to accent just the right amount of light reflecting on their glass surfaces. “How….who….when did all this happen?” Javi leaned over to whisper in Kurt’s ear, “Kurtito, don’t analyze it, just go with it,” he bit Kurt’s earlobe lightly, tonguing the dangly earring that bore Javi’s ‘s initial, interrupting his continued inspection of the transformed bathroom.

Releasing the earring, Javi murmured, “Look at me, mi amor…look into my eyes,” Kurt barely touched his fingers, already knowing he’d be captivated by those liquid brown eyes…and as usual those expressive eyes told him all he would ever need to know about Javi’s feelings for him….sometimes the intensity was too much and he had to look away, but this time Javi wouldn’t let him. He took Kurt’s chin between two fingers, quietly saying, “Please, don’t look away….because if you do, I can no longer see in your eyes what you see in mine.” And as Kurt raised his eyes again, Javi slowly started to unbutton his shirt, “Remember when we first met and you’d button and unbutton your shirt like it was some sort of test you felt you needed to pass? I remember the first time you allowed this little patch of hair to show; I fell in love with it then….” He said as he leaned down and kissed it, then continued his deliberately measured undressing of his lover. When he reached the last button, he slid the shirt from Kurt’s shoulders, never releasing Kurt from his steady gaze. “Now you, mi amor.” It was so silly, but he still felt nervous. He tried to relax into the warmth of those eyes while unbuttoning Javi’s shirt. Then, he realized Javi had worn this shirt on purpose. He rarely wore button up shirts; his tastes ran more towards sleeveless see-through net in a whole rainbow of colors, as close to naked as he could get away with in public. He’d worn it to allow for the sensuality unbuttoning a shirt could bring. Playfully, his fingers buttoned the shirt up again, as Javi gave him a questioning look. When every white button was secured, he said, “Oh, no, now I have to do it all over again,” and Javi tried not to laugh. As Kurt slid the shirt over Javi’s shoulders, it fell in a loose pile to the floor. Drawing their foreheads together, their eyes barely an inch apart, he unbuttoned Kurt’s blue jeans, as Kurt did the same, a shy smile playing on his lips. Kurt didn’t need any help from Grammarly to improve the plot of this story. The sound of the slow descent of zippers spoke for itself….and then their jeans tumbled to the floor in a pile with the shirts. As Javi intended, Kurt could feel his warm breath on his face as they removed the bikinis. Placing his hands on either side of Kurt’s waist, Javi moved just close enough for their bodies to barely touch and his full lips came within an inch of Kurt’s…..hovering there, his eyes as black as onyx boring into Kurt’s….then taking two steps back and without a word got into the tub, offering Kurt his hand. Kurt took it, still shaky from what had just transpired. His mind was filled with those brown turning to black eyes…and the curls falling over his forehead and one eye. If this was just the beginning and if Javi’s plan was to continue at this pace, it could be a very long, erotic….and periodically frustrating night, but it was a kind of frustration Kurt was happy to deal with.

The sensuous music drifted around them as they lay back in the tub holding hands. It felt heavenly to be here, the lights dimmed, and suddenly Kurt was glad they’d decided to spend this time at home. Of course, if he’d known about these rooms, there would have been no question. He opened his eyes and looked at the wall prints above the tub.

“You like, mi amor?” “You’ve kept all of this hidden from….everybody?” Javi shook his head and smiled, “Hmmm…..let’s try this again. “You like, mi amor?” Kurt chuckled, “Sorry….it’s just so amazing! Yes, I like, mi Javito.” “Good, because the first time I saw them, they sort of said Javi and Kurt to me. With some minor hair adjustments of course.” Kurt slid over to where Javi lay in the tub and smiled as he whispered, “I wouldn’t mind creating a living copy of the bathtub scene…..” Javi pulled Kurt down so he lay on top of him and said, “I certainly won’t stop you from trying….but I have….oh, let’s say some other plans….” Kurt pretended to pout, “But you said we could improvise…” “Oh, mi playful Kurtito, we can….maybe a warm wet make out session?” “Yum, hor d’oeuvres.” “Oh, siiii, the main course is in a very slow cooker.” Kurt smiled, “Why are we talking about kitchen appliances? You know what happens when you drop an electrical appliance in water? A sizzling shock that might kill you, Javi….” “Death by a red hot Kurtito; what a way to go….” Javi said slipping his legs over the side of the tub, just like in the picture. As Kurt ran his fingers through Javi’s damp curls, he said, “Do you know it’s been almost a week since we made love? I want you so much right now.” “Kurt, it’s been five days….but who am I to argue with your wants….so shut up and kiss me….let’s see who wants who the most, shall we?” On his knees, hovering over Javi’s relaxed body, Kurt took a silky earlobe between his lips, sucking it as he ran a wet finger behind his ear and down over the skin of his shoulder and down his arm along his tattoo. Javi instinctively turned his neck as Kurt slid his wet tongue behind his ear, sucking his caramel-colored skin just enough to create his own tattoo over the word, “Faith” where no one would see it. He could feel Javi sink deeper, stretching into the depths of the tub as Kurt moved to the hollow at the base of his neck, sliding his tongue up his neck to his lips. “I think I’ll sample the hors d’oeuvres….maybe see what you have to offer, hmmmm?” Javi didn’t reply, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted….intentionally, Kurt thought; he was almost sure his Javito had everything that was a turn-on for Kurt catalogued and hidden in some secret haven. That space between his lips….the sensation of his tongue exploring it, testing the degree of danger that moving deeper into his mouth and engaging his tongue would produce. He slipped his tongue over Javi’s lips, sensing every soft ridge, the curve, the corners…..venturing into that crevice and running his tongue underneath his buttery soft lips, until he felt Javi kissing him back, opening his mouth and covering Kurt’s with his own. Javi wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt’s neck, taking his lips captive with a moan that sent shivers down Kurt’s spine. “Touch me, Kurt…..please, touch me….” Kurt didn’t hesitate. Five days, a week, who cared? Yes, he would touch him….he would touch him until he begged him to stop.

Kurt looked around to see if there was any of that oil that didn’t wear off in water….and there it was. Of course, Javi would never forget an important detail like that. Water sex was fun, but to do it right….? This was perfect….Javi was laying in the tub with his legs spread wide, his lower legs supported over the tub. Kurt could touch him in so many delightful places….places that he knew would drive him crazy. He laid one hand flat over Javi’s rigid cock, using the fingers of his other hand to tweak his nipples….first the left….then the right….at a measured pace, knowing Javi was now anticipating the timing. He could feel Javi moving against the hand that covered his hardness. Then, he slid his finger over Javi’s torso in a triangle, from nipple to nipple and down to his navel, touching it just a little differently, each time. Finally, he settled his index finger exclusively around his navel, exploring its depths as he used his other hand to play with Javi’s prick, his fingers and his hand thoroughly enjoying Javi’s inability to stay still. As Kurt’s fingers continued their dance, his index finger moving deeper and deeper, his other hand moving steadily faster, moan after moan escaped Javi’s lips, “Ohmygod Kurt…..yes yes yes…..please just like……” he babbled….”your hands…..ohhhh make me…..come….nownownownow… .” Kurt loved watching…..knowing what Javi was feeling….Javi lowered his legs into the water, taking Kurt into his arms and lowering his body into the tub without a single word. Again, that stare captured Kurt’s eyes…..and he was so turned on, so ready, he didn’t even try to look away. He finally closed his eyes waiting for Javi to kiss him…but Javi had other ideas. Well, actually, he had Kurt’s ideas. Step by agonizingly passionate step, he followed Kurt’s charted course from just a few moments ago. This was the way they’d learned each other’s bodies so well.

From the tiny hickey behind the ear right down to the tempting, teasing triangle. Until….he began working his hand over Kurt’s swollen cock, he whispered against Kurt’s lips, “Open your eyes, mi amor…..please…..I want to see them….naked….just like you…..I want to watch you….tell me what you want…..tell me….” Kurt opened his eyes and all he could see were two furiously black eyes watching his own. “Tell me….” Kurt was so turned on and looking into those fiery eyes only made it hotter…..”Javier….Ramos… oh god….Ruiz…your hands…..I want them…..I want to feel your fingers around my cock….tighter….oh god yes….tighter….” Javi tightened his grip and staring into Kurt’s eyes he asked, “Like that?…” “Oh my god, yes, Javi….your hand…faster….now….now… ” “Like this?” Javi breathed as he increased the pace. “Yessss…..now…..kiss me….kiss me….I want…..I’m coming…now….now….” and as Kurt came, instinctively closing his eyes, Javi watched his face just inches away from his own…and then he covered Kurt’s mouth with his, taking that moan of surrender into his throat.

They lay in the warm water, spent. “Wow, you really played hard to get, what a struggle that was, mi Javito.” Javi laughed as he lay against Kurt’s body. Kurt ventured, “So, what took you from a warm wet make out session to oh please touch me now…..nownownownow?” Javi laughed again, “I don’t know, I really don’t. Maybe it was because I had this whole day alone to plan parts of our weekend rendezvous. And I’ve been wanting you from the moment I heard your voice searching for me. Just…..trying to look at those pictures through your eyes for the first time….does it matter why?” “No, it doesn’t….except you had plans and….” Javi slid up and planted a loving kiss on Kurt’s lips, lingering as he said, “you know what they say about the best laid plans….and besides my slow cooker is on a very low setting.” Javi grabbed the sandalwood-scented body wash and they playfully washed each other, throwing bubbles back and forth.

Leaving the bathroom, Kurt carefully snuffed out each candle, the scent lingering in the room. Javi turned around and asked, “Are you going to wash and dry the tub, too?” But before Kurt could answer, he tossed him a fluffy white robe, “Here, put this on….you’re distracting me…” giving Kurt a half-smile as he turned. Kurt just shook his head and checked one more time that all the candles were completely out. Like Javi was ever distracted by nakedness; it was his natural habitat! He had something in mind, but Kurt was in no hurry to find out what.

When Kurt finally made his way to the huge bedroom, he found Javi laying on the inviting round bed, also wrapped in a white robe. Kurt couldn’t help but notice how perfectly the white of the robe contrasted against Javi’s tawny skin. “Lay down with me, mi amor,” he beckoned Kurt. As Kurt got comfortable resting on his side, Javi moved down from the plush velvet headboard to lay beside him, and pulled Kurt toward him, resting his chin on Kurt’s head with a contented sigh. “Are you still okay with this?” Kurt’s voice was muffled as he lay against Javi’s warm neck. “Why, are you having second thoughts?” “No, I’ve never been more okay about something. Ya know, once we started talking about it seriously, I….sort of realized just how much I wanted to do this….to take the next step…with you, just you. And no matter how this turns out this weekend…..for me it will always be just you, just us. It’s very simple, I love you, mi Javi. So, are you…still okay, I mean?” He hugged Kurt a little tighter, “How could I not be okay with loving you in a new way….our very own new way. So, would you like to watch a movie?” Kurt chuckled, “Sure, let’s watch a movie.”

After the detour they’d taken in the tub, Javi didn’t want to rush; anticipation was half the fun. They ended up streaming a movie called “Those People.” Neither of them had any use for porn, but an intelligent, sexy gay movie was another thing altogether. They snuggled into the pillows and shared a bowl of fresh popcorn. When the movie ended, Javi looked at Kurt and said, “Well, that was a bit depressing…” and Kurt nodded, “and a bit convoluted….geez, I was getting to the point where I couldn’t keep track of who was Sebastian or Tim or Charlie and all their friends….so, do you want to try another? I hear….”

“No, mi amor, I want to hold you in my arms and sing sweet love songs to you. I want to spend the rest of the night making love to you…with you, and when it’s tomorrow, I want to do it all over again.” Kurt smiled and felt himself blushing. This was turning into a very emotional weekend. “Is that why you asked me to choose some of my favorite love songs?” Javi nodded, “Look at the ceiling.” Kurt turned his head upward. It had been so dim in here when he’d entered the room, he hadn’t noticed the retractable skylight above the bed. “Oh Javito…it’s unbelievable!” He caught a glimpse of the stars as Javi took him into his arms and they laid flat on their backs.

Kurt relaxed in the security of his embrace. He loved him so much! Sometimes it felt like they were some fairytale come true…well, a grown up fairytale….Javi was so imaginative. He had a way of turning the ordinary into an event. Things like this. Their first time could have been romantic and fun in any number of ways, even if it wasn’t out of the ordinary, but their love life was…exceptional. It was the only word he could think of to describe it. Even when they weren’t aiming for fireworks, when they were in the mood for cozy, we’ve been together almost a year sex….all Kurt knew was he’d never felt like this before. And sometimes he actually lived in dread that someday it would all disappear only to be replaced by an empty shell after the newborn baby bird left the nest. No! Not now, not tonight.

Javi laughed, “Yeah, even though we both ended up going a little heavy on the Michael Jackson, well…who better than the King of Pop, right?” Once Kurt had given him his song selections, he’d been confident that Javi would weave them into a musical mosaic meant only for them….but now with all of these uncharacteristic, vaguely troubling emotions, that still insecure place inside said, “So, how does this work? I mean, well….what’s the plan?” Javi gave him a ghost of a smile, “Kurtito, just let it happen, okay?”

Javi said, “Lay back and focus on how this view of the heavens makes you feel….imagine what it might be like to take even one of those glowing stars into your hand. What would you hear if the galaxy could speak? What would the Milky Way taste like? The combination of our songs brought to mind the view from this skylight….all those lyrics describing our feelings flowing through the filter of infinity. I could see us laying here just like this. Relaxing under the stars on this bed and singing to each other. Music is sort of the center of our lives….or at least mine at the moment….and yours by association. Anyway, I love singing to you. I love writing new songs to sing to you. You’re the subject of almost every song I write now. But….in so many ways every song we sing now is an extension of the songs we already know and already love and they’re magical. I’m hoping singing these songs to each other…tonight….right now….will weave magic around what we hold in our hearts.” Spoken like the songwriter and wordsmith he was, Kurt thought.

He was so overwhelmed, he didn’t even try to speak. He just nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. Javi reached for the remote and his eyes softened as he glanced at Kurt, knowing they were both struggling to contain the intense energy overtaking the totality of who they were and what they meant to each other. “Come here,” he said, patting the velvet bedspread. Shifting, he curled his body closer, laying on his side, and again, saw himself reflected in those big brown eyes. “I’ll start and after I’m done singing my song to you, one of yours will be next and you sing that one to me. Just let it happen, mi amor. Don’t try. Just sing and look at me…. or at the beautiful sky above us.”

As Javi clicked the remote, Kurt tried to simply observe Javi, taking himself down into the moment, focusing his energy on his love.

SAMO TO KURT: LOVING YOU – MICHAEL JACKSON

Kurt had to smile when the first lines to the song began to play – yes, they had an August moon, but it wasn’t cloudy, and Javi just shrugged and smiled back, anticipating the moment when he could call Kurt his midnight lover and kiss him on the tip of his nose. And when the song ended, Kurt leaned over and kissed Javi lightly on the lips. “My turn?” Kurt asked like a child somewhat impatiently awaiting his chance to play the game. “Si, your turn, mi amor.” Javi chuckled, bringing up the next song.

KURT TO JAVI: TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY – SAVAGE GARDEN

As he sang the words describing the expanse of sky above them, he glanced up towards the skylight and took Javi’s hand in his with a shy smile. He’d chosen this song because of the line about wanting to bathe with your lover in the sea. The sea was so precious to Javi. Kurt never tired of hearing Javi reminisce about how he begged the sea to allow him to share his music with the world, a mere child pleading with a force of nature that covered well over half of the Earth. He’d grown up with the shores of Quintana Roo as his playground and his inspiration. He could picture the powerful waves endlessly carrying them away and then towards each other ..and when he sang about it, he let go of Javi’s hand and brushed his thumb across his cheek, his voice struggling to finish the song.

JAVI TO KURT: SPEECHLESS – MICHAEL JACKSON

Kurt’s heart was reminded of all the pillow-talk conversations, pondering why at times the simple words, “I love you” seemed so inadequate to articulate their deepest feelings for each other. And yet, in one song someone had said it all and so much more. It was like being blindsided by the obvious. As seasoned singers and songwriters how could they have missed this? Sometimes the music behind the words turned their simple expressions into arias and fugues.

KURT TO JAVI: YOU ARE MY LIFE – MICHAEL JACKSON

Kurt found himself on a blanket in “their” park, so much desire…and fear….and hope, wanting all that was possible, frightened by the ghost memories of love past. They’d both felt lost and then suddenly….they weren’t. The intricate way that destiny had woven their lives together seemed so unbelievable sometimes. From Lima to San Diego and all that had transpired in between to get Kurt to this place. From Quintana Roo to San Diego, all the twists and turns. Javi had been 13 when Kurt was born. He didn’t believe in chance or luck anymore. “Mi carino, you are my entire solar system. Look up! There you are.” He’d almost bypassed this song, even though it was one of his favorites. The elusions made to the sun and the moon were a little too close to Antonio’s past presence in Javi’s story. But, Kurt had had a heart-to-heart with himself. Antonio was almost nine years in the past; he would always be a part of Javi’s world. Javi would tell him that Tonio’s memory had no place in their love life. He would say something like, “Kurtito, you’re my now and my future, put Tonio where he belongs.”

JAVI AND KURT TOGETHER: THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW YOUR FACE – ROBERTA FLACK

Before playing the next song, Javi’s choice, he took Kurt’s long fingers into his. “I love these fingers. They’ve walked every inch of my body and touched my face as intimately as they’ve touched all of me. Mi amor, if you’re willing I want us to sing this song to each other, our eyes closed while we explore each other’s faces….just like we’ve done so many times. Every time I see your face with my fingers, I learn something new.” Kurt didn’t say anything, he simply let go of Javi’s fingers and waited for the song to play. Oh my god….he wasn’t sure his emotions could take it. This song was so perfect for what Javi and Kurt had done with each other and as he’d said, discovered something new or different every single time. Trying to concentrate on the words…the feeling of Javi’s fingers feathering over his face…his fingers touching Javi’s smooth skin and high cheekbones…..he felt a tear on Javi’s cheek, and he just couldn’t take it anymore. He let the tears fall as he wiped Javi’s away with a finger. Their voices turned to whispers as they attempted to sing through their tears. And when the song was over, they remained silent for a while, continuing their exploration until finally they stopped and took each other’s fingers again. Kurt couldn’t bear not to hold Javi in his arms for one more minute, this was far more emotion than he had expected or experienced in a long time. It was like every nerve ending and thought was on high alert, overly significant.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Javi and cuddled his face into the crook of his neck, moving his lips over the soft skin. “I know we say this all the time, but I mean it more and more every time, I can’t believe I found you. I can’t believe how much I love you….even when you do something that drives me crazy and I don’t even want to like you…Javi….I…..I…..just play the last song…”

KURT TO JAVI: OUR FIRST TIME – BRUNO MARS

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Of course, having organized the songs, Javi knew what the last song was. They both did. He’d altered it only slightly……slowing it down creating the rpms in sync with what these moments deserved. He pressed play but before Kurt could start singing, he rolled over on top of him, his mouth warm on Kurt’s forcing them to take it slow. He wanted Kurt so much at this moment and he knew Kurt felt the same, but this song was not meant for rushing. This night was not made for hurrying.

Kurt relaxed under the exquisite pressure of Javi’s muscular body, his thoughts thick with Bruno Mars’ voice accenting the smoldering heat of his decelerated song. Javi nibbled Kurt’s parted lips, teasing with the very tip of his tongue, and breathing Kurt’s name. Kurt’s sigh was so soft, it almost broke Javi’s heart, but in a good way. And when he felt Kurt’s tongue moving lightly against his own, he let him play, begging him to enter and then closing his lips so he couldn’t. He pictured the mischievous smile spread slightly over Kurt’s taunting lips. Oh yessss….he greeted Kurt’s challenge with enthusiasm. Let’s play, mi Kurtito……he slid his tongue down over Kurt’s chin, nibbling it, too, but a little harder than he had his lips. He cupped his face in both hands, holding it still as he nibbled up and down his jawline, occasionally biting and then tonguing his tender skin. As he reached Kurt’s lips again, Kurt attempted to turn his head to capture Javi’s lips…..”Oh mi Kurtito noooo noooo noooo, you’ll just have to wait…” Javi whispered against his lips, barely grazing them as he moved back and forth across the sweetness of his skin. Kurt was trying so hard to wait…..these challenges were soooo much fun and oh so hot….”You want me to kiss you…..si? How much…..tell me how much…..ohhhhhhh poor Kurtito you can do better than that…..,” Javi gave up one of his low laughs, “I love your lips…..I could play with them all night long….how much?” Kurt reached around Javi’s neck and quickly pulled him down, savagely parting his lips, sucking his tongue, as he heard Javi’s low laugh again…but by that time he didn’t care; he hadn’t lost a thing!

Listening to Kurt’s ragged breathing, he rolled to his side and began undoing the white belt of the bathrobe with one hand, Kurt not allowing his hungry lips to leave Javi’s. Javi spread the front of the robe open, like he was unwrapping a present, slipping his hand up and down along the side of Kurt’s long neck. Javi felt Kurt’s moan against his lips, as he untied the loosely knotted belt around Javi’s waist. When it was loose, Javi released one arm from the robe and slowly separated his lips from Kurt’s.

The beauty of Kurt’s naked body……sometimes it was like an aphrodisiac for the eyes. He carelessly tossed his robe on the floor. His eyes shiny black with desire, he straddled Kurt, as Kurt savored Javi’s every move. Bruno had long since finished his sexy serenade. This was the way they had loosely planned it, even deciding what position they wanted for their first time. This wasn’t about spontaneity. Their plan was not to kill spontaneity at all. It was to ensure a comfortable environment for this major turning point in their relationship.

“Mi amor….sometimes your beauty leaves me breathless.” Javi slowly and gently kissed him one more time. Then, using his eyes…..his fingers…..his lips…..he discovered and rediscovered…..sensing the tensing and relaxing, knowing Kurt’s body well enough by now to adjust to his desires. This was not a time to interrupt with questions. His sensual survey of Kurt’s body covered every inch of him….except for the inches between his legs. Just looking at him so hard, so ready made Javi’s heart drop. He wanted Kurt in a way he couldn’t remember ever wanting him, but he slid back up to Kurt’s lips, taking his face gently but firmly in his hands, touching the corners of his mouth, and kissing him, while Kurt followed suit, holding Javi’s face in his hands and rolling him gently onto his back.

Kurt opened his eyes, his body sensitized to every place Javi had touched, had kissed, had loved. As he looked down at Javi’s cinnamon skin, his muscled body, he had to fight the urge to reach for his cock so obviously aroused by their foreplay. He followed Javi’s ministrations, touching, kissing, caressing, so excited by the feel of his body responding, his quiet moans. There wasn’t an inch of skin that Kurt didn’t love in some way, didn’t want.

When he sensed neither of them could take much more, he quietly laid down on his side, his eyes….his mouth…facing Javi’s firm cock. Taking a shallow breath, he waited until Javi had taken up the same position on his side….They reached for each other’s hands for only a moment, “I love you, mi hermoso (beautiful) Kurtito. Remember all the times I told you how edible and beddable you are?” They both smiled, some of the tension dissipating. Kurt ran his thumb over Javi’s palm, “Oh, yes, I remember. So….we’ve proven we’re both beddable…..let’s see how edible we are, hmmmm? I love you, Javier Ramos Ruiz, let me show you…..” Releasing hands, they tentatively enveloped each other’s hardness, and by degrees, explored uncharted territory, treasuring the familiar sensations….and yet unfamiliar…..Kurt’s tongue slipped and slithered over Javi’s hard prick, taking his time tasting….touching….even Javi’s scent was slightly different. Javi followed Kurt’s lead, seeking where and how he could give Kurt the most pleasure. Guiding each other’s lust with their moans, a cloud of heightened intimacy settled over them.

Javi’s mind burst into flame when he felt the warm, wetness of Kurt’s mouth carefully moving over his cock, using one hand to hold his cojones. When Kurt held his entire shaft in his mouth, he started at the base, wrapping his lips firmly around Javi’s sensitive cock, then purposefully moved them upward and over the head, hesitating to lightly play with the head, as he slowly plunged his lips back downward. Ohmygod! Javi reflexively reached for Kurt’s hand, having to stop for a moment. When he let go, Kurt began running his tongue up around the head and under the rim, he used the fingers of his other hand to tickle and play with his balls, occasionally running his fingers down the inside of his thighs. Javi shivered at his touch. And he savored the taste of Kurt in his mouth, so hard, the feel of his cock between his lips, in his mouth, moving to the rhythm of Javi’s hands and lips as he used both to slowly bring Kurt to the edge.

Kurt responded to Javi’s long tongue, swirling up and around and then down. As he licked the underside of Kurt’s solid cock, felt Kurt relax and then push back against his tongue, he knew he’d found one of his lover’s pleasure zones….and another when he lightly tickled the ridge under the head, increasing and decreasing the pressure of his tongue. How could they ever have thought they might want to live without this? Spreading Kurt’s legs slightly, Javi carefully ran a wet finger over the sensitive area between the base of his balls and his asshole, and was rewarded by Kurt’s intake of breath, moaning again as his hips involuntarily moved in rhythm with Javi’s finger. And even in the midst of all that….Javi in his mouth….all he wanted to do was keep him right there, teasing and listening to his moans forever.

One could feel the other trying to hold back, they could hear it in their moans of pleasure that they couldn’t hold on forever. Even as Javi continued to enjoy what he was doing to Kurt, he felt himself coming. He felt Kurt taking him further into his mouth and swallowing. And Kurt wasn’t far behind him. Javi was driving him crazy with his mouth, his hands….and as he came he continued to hold Javi in his mouth, not wanting any of it to end.

They lay quietly, as Kurt reached for Javi’s hand again. All Kurt could think about, when he could think again, was how Javi had told him almost a year ago that this would be like an explosion. It had been more than an explosion. For whatever reason, they had both been nervous and very emotional. Of course, he and Blaine had had their moments, but…..again, here he was lying with his lover feeling “different.” Feeling like they’d crossed some irreversible bridge in their relationship. It felt warm….magical….like they were wrapped in a cocoon of something so durable it could never be broken.

Kurt pulled Javi toward him, resting his head in the curve of his belly and sighing contentedly. “What are you thinking, mi amor?” Kurt kissed his navel, “I’m trying not to; I’m trying to “be” as you like to say.” “Mmmmm….while you’re being….I want to tell you just how edible you are. Feeling you in my mouth….I can’t wait to feel that again. Tasting your skin and running my tongue along the curves and ridges of your cock….and when you’re so hard….hot doesn’t even begin to describe it….and feeling you come, so warm….and you taste like my favorite mushrooms.”

Kurt’s head remained in the curve of Javi’s belly as he absently played with his soft prick. “Mi Javito, I’m so glad we waited….are you? Remember when you said this step would be like an explosion? It was like….a volcano erupting! I mean, we could barely keep our emotions in check…and I was sort of….nervous.”

“Si bebe, I’m very glad. Can you believe that just a few weeks ago we were talking about how satisfied we were without going farther? It seems a bit crazy that we would deny ourselves this. Why would I not want to love you in every way possible? And I do…want to I mean. It’s almost 4. I think a little sleep might be in order, don’t you?”

Kurt closed his sleepy eyes, “Can we stay like this just a while longer?” “Of course….just for a while.” Javi lifted his eyes to the skylight. The sun would be up soon, inviting them into a brand-new day. One hand behind his head, he caressed Kurt’s upper torso. His mind wandered aimlessly through all that had transpired that evening. Yes, it had been an explosion. Their emotions and nerves working together causing the volcano Kurt had talked about to erupt.

When he heard Kurt softly snoring, he got up to find a blanket. He tossed the fluffy brown cover over Kurt and then joined him lying upside down in the middle of the bed. Javi was sleepy, but his heart wouldn’t let his mind shut off. Since the moment his eyes had met Kurt’s kaleidoscopic eyes, their lives had been change after change after change for both of them. Soon, Kurt would be graduating, meeting the world head on. Blaine would be arriving in LA, starting a new life with his help. They’d already had a couple of conversations and introductions by phone to his manager. Excitement, uncertainty, maybe a touch of fear….Brushing Kurt’s ginger hair from his forehead, for the first time all night he was glad Kurt wasn’t looking into his eyes. It wasn’t that he doubted their ability to face the changes and grow, he didn’t doubt their deep love, not for a second, but like every human he sometimes wished that life could stop right where it was, allowing them to live right here forever.

As the sun began its ascent into a new day, Javi’s tired eyes closed. The last thing he remembered was Kurt’s warmth snuggling into the curves of his back.

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 68 – ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

CHAPTER 68 – ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD

Blaine had been nervously looking at his phone all evening.  He’d put it down and then he’d pick it up again.  He and Jeff had been talking about this for two weeks now.  They’d agreed on almost every aspect.  Their plan to move to LA had gone from an idea, to a strong possibility, to something concrete.  Jeff had found a job in LA, a choice job, a shot at a real career!  No matter the size, he’d applied at every hospital  and surgical center in the area knowing he’d find something.  His thorough research of LA’s healthcare system had paid off in spades! Cedars-Sinai was code for almost guaranteed success.  Every offer had been carefully considered, so when yet another number from a California prefix appeared on his phone, he answered without hesitation.  When the businesslike voice on the other end of the call announced that the call was from Cedars-Sinai, he plopped down in a chair, not even realizing he was holding his breath.  The initial phone interview alone went on for 30 minutes.  Afterwards, Jeff had immediately saved their number, hoping for a second call.  The following Wednesday while he was eating a hurried lunch in the hospital cafeteria where he worked, his phone vibrated.  As in most hospitals cell phone use was prohibited, so he answered it quickly, heading for the closest exit to continue the call outside.  The voice from California asked if a second in-person interview was a possibility for the following Monday, only three days in the future.  Because he worked an insane number of hours, it wasn’t difficult to request time off and receive it.  Short notice or not, he’d been out the door excitedly telling Blaine he’d be back in a few days.  After untangling the usual red tape…the interviews, then the waiting….then finally the offer, they both knew it was one he couldn’t refuse…and by the way could he start 30 days from today?  

And now the ball had been tossed into Blaine’s court, not that there was even a question that he would bounce it back to Jeff and not move with him. Jeff wouldn’t even be going to LA if he hadn’t met Blaine.  And since Jeff’s salary would double, he’d generously offered to support them for a year so Blaine could concentrate on his own career.  At first Blaine had been resistant, “Jeff, no!  I won’t ask you to do that, we haven’t even been together for a year!  That just wouldn’t be fair.”  To which Jeff replied, “Since when are relationships about fair?  Fair is for kids on the playground to question, not adults, and especially adults like us.  Blaine, I love you. You’re not asking me, I’m offering.  And besides, oddly enough, the cost of living is lower in LA than New York.”  He again pointed out that the reason they were moving to LA in the first place was so Blaine could pursue his passion and his own career.  But acting and singing wasn’t like having a regular job.  It wasn’t there waiting for you, you had to build it on your own, depending on a million variables, not the least of which was luck.  So, grudgingly, he agreed, but only if they had an ongoing discussion about it or at the very least revisited their living situation in a year.  

He sighed and glanced at his phone again.  He wasn’t waiting for a text, although receiving one would delay the inevitable for a while longer; he was waiting to make a call, to gather the pound of courage it required.  He and Jeff had agreed that he would do this tonight when Jeff was at work.  Jeff had offered to be there if that was what Blaine wanted, but Jeff thought it would be best if he wasn’t.  He didn’t want Blaine to feel self-conscious while having a serious conversation with Kurt.  And this wasn’t an occasion where texting would be appropriate.

He brought up Kurt’s number, stared at it for a moment as if his brain hadn’t memorized it ages ago, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  As he listened to the phone ring, his heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster.  They hadn’t spoken since Thanksgiving of the previous year and here it was almost August.  By now Kurt probably thought he’d never hear from Blaine again and probably wouldn’t be exactly unhappy about that.  


I love San Diego! Kurt thought as he climbed out of the shallow end of the pool, grabbing a towel and leaning over to kiss Javi and ruffle his curls. They were sharing the patio with a variety of birds presumably chirping about how they loved San Diego, too.  Another cloudless warm day in California.  Did anyone really grow tired of seeing the sun every day?  His phone lay on the patio table vibrating.  He looked at it and his heart sank as quickly as his body, collapsing onto the lounge chair.  He looked over at Javi who had a questioning look on his face.  “Uhh…hi Blaine….” Kurt didn’t take his eyes off of Javi’s as Javi reached for his other hand and squeezed it, letting him know he wasn’t alone and that helped Kurt to steady his voice.  “Hi, Kurt, um….I know this is awkward….do you have some time to talk?”  Kurt looked at Javi again, “Sure, I’ve got some time….what’s up?”  He shrugged his shoulders as Javi nodded reassuringly.  “Well, I’m planning on moving to LA soon….with my boyfriend, Jeff….oh, right, you didn’t know about him….”  Kurt took a deep breath and laid down on the chair, “Blaine, it’s okay.  You don’t have to feel so weird about this….I mean you told me last year that you were thinking seriously about LA…and my dad told me you were involved with someone.  So…what can I help with?”  Blaine let out an audible sigh, “Remember when Javi offered to help me if he could…if I ended up in LA?  I sort of thought it would be better to….I don’t know touch base with you first.  After all, I wouldn’t even know him if it weren’t for you.  So, I guess I was just wondering if you could maybe give him a heads up that I’d probably be contacting him.”  Kurt thought for a minute, he was almost relieved.  This wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all.  Of course, if Javi offered his help that would mean Blaine and his boyfriend would be maybe a peripheral part of their lives, but maybe not….well, maybe not the way it had seemed back at Thanksgiving.  He looked at Javi again and pointed to the phone asking in Charades fashion if he would talk to Blaine.  Javi nodded.  “Um, Blaine….he’s sitting right here, would you like to talk to him?”  “Well, sure, I mean if you don’t mind?”   Javi took the phone and they exchanged the usual greetings.  Still somewhat nervous, Blaine asked, “Remember last year when you said you might be able to help me if I decided to move to LA?”  Javi nodded to himself, “Of course, I remember.  I assume you’ve decided to ditch New York for a warmer climate?”  He chuckled, putting Blaine a little more at ease.  “Um…yeah…we’re…me and my boyfriend, Jeff… planning on moving by the end of August.”  “Of course, I’ll help.  I try not to go back on promises and besides you’ve got talent…you just need to figure out where to channel it.  How ’bout if you call me when it gets closer to your move and in the meantime I’ll talk to my manager.  I’ve got some of the videos Kurt kept of your duets if you don’t mind my showing them to him.”  Mind?  Blaine thought, of course he didn’t mind! “Sure, but some of those videos might be a little….outdated, ya know?”  “Sure, of course, I’ll make sure he knows that.  Do you want to talk to Kurt again?”  “For a minute, yeah,”  he handed the phone back to Kurt, “Hey, Blaine…so, did that help?”  Blaine laughed, “You’re still good at stating the obvious, Kurt!  Mind if I text you sometime and sorta catch you up on things?”  “I guess not.  It sounds like you’re happy?”  Kurt looked over at Javi and shrugged his shoulders again.  “Yeah, I am Kurt, I really am.  Thanks!  So later?”  and Kurt replied, “Sure,” severing the connection.

Javi squeezed Kurt’s hand and Kurt squeezed back, “Yes, I’m okay.  I mean…it was a little strange, but it doesn’t sound like he’s looking for anything from me.  He did ask if he could text sometime to catch up, but other than that…I mean who can tell from one phone call, but he sounds different, not just happy, but more secure maybe?”  “And how do you feel, mi amor?”  “Stop sounding like a psychiatrist,”  Kurt laughed.  “No!  I’m serious.  You must feel something.”  “I guess I’m glad he’s moving on.  He’s found someone and it’s serious enough that they’re moving across the country together.  I don’t feel any pressure to be his friend, best or otherwise.  And it is nice of you to help him out.”  Javi gave Kurt a no-nonsense look, “Kurtito, you should know by now when it comes to business, I don’t help people out just to be nice.  Blaine is very talented and he deserves a hand up in this business.  Offers without strings attached rarely come along in entertainment, you know that.  You don’t think I’d help him out just because he’s your ex-playmate do you?”  He laughed.  “Oh, shut up, he’s my ex-boy toy.”  “Nope, can’t be, mi amor, you’re both too young to be each other’s boy toys.  Now, you could be MY boy toy….”  “Or since you’re soooo old, you could be my sugar daddy…”  “Oh, no, no, no, I want to be your….fancy man.”  “My what?  You’re not that old!  I think I read that in some mandatory reading from the 1800s when I was in high school!”  Javi fished a lemon slice out of his water and threw it at Kurt, happy that any discussion about Blaine could end like this.

Neither of them had forgotten the discourse they’d had over Kurt’s birthday.  Instead of just exchanging ideas, they’d picked up their notebooks, scribbling their thoughts down, adding and sometimes subtracting in anticipation.  Oddly enough, after deciding to take their relationship to another level, they felt no sense of urgency about it. Kurt’s dreams were still peppered with sexy images of he and Blaine, but not nearly as often, and he wasn’t feeling guilty anymore.  His counselor was pleased that they’d come to some realizations on their own.  Kurt would be finished with school in three weeks and Javi would be almost done with his new single, or that was the plan.  They both wanted this to be special, so much to celebrate!  Now the anticipation of waiting and inventing different scenarios and fantasies was half the fun!

San Diego was dotted with scores of romantic hotel getaways.  But since living in and out of hotels had been the norm recently for either or both of them, special was not the word that came to mind. They’d considered overnight boat cruises, but they wouldn’t necessarily be alone and boats, no matter how luxurious, were short on space.  And though sex on the beach could be fun once in a while, not for what they had in mind.  Finally, they decided the one place they’d be the most comfortable would be home.  They could turn any room into a fantasy and were guaranteed to be completely alone.

Javi opened the bedroom door slowly, not because he would disturb anyone but because these rooms spoke to him every time he entered them.  When he’d moved in it had been a basic utilitarian massage area and he had used it that way for quite some time, but utilitarian really wasn’t Javi’s style.  As in all of his life, he’d created and recreated this suite employing all of his senses, changing it from functional to birthing an experience, not that he’d had anyone to experience it with at the time.  The only person he’d ever shared this room with was himself and a professional masseur as it was a bit difficult to give yourself a massage.  Over the years his imagination had refreshed it, waiting for the phantom person to share it with.  Perhaps he was being overemotional or too much of a romantic, but in his mind the significance of the first they were planning was akin to a straight couple who’d chosen to wait until marriage to have sex.  Picturing himself opening the door to this “virgin” room for Kurt, the one for whom this room had been created, reminded him of the old-fashioned tradition of carrying the bride over the threshold on her wedding night.  
He’d decorated the room in earth tones.  He’d experimented with other options, but the earth tones were sensual, warm and inviting.  He’d installed a round king-size bed in blacks and browns with a velvet headboard.  He’d decorated the walls with tasteful gay erotica, changing the portraits every once in a while to suit his mood.  A retractable skylight was installed above the bed for stargazing.  He smiled at himself reflecting in the recessed floor to ceiling mirrors.  This room was hidden from view as you walked through the door.  

The view from the door was of a large heated bathtub similar to the one he had in another area of the house.  The room had subdued lighting and contained two massage beds.  Every detail was conceived and executed with an eye towards sharing.  He’d recently spent several hours purchasing an array of lotions and skin care products.  He had more than enough candles, but had purchased a few newer ones trying to find a balance between scents he and Kurt both loved.  He was considering making this “first” last a whole weekend.  Possibly catering in food?  There were all kinds of possibilities.  Hiring professional masseurs?  Maybe throw in their own meditation.  

Just like Goldilocks, he stretched out on the bed and as his body conformed to the cushy mattress, he sighed, closing his eyes.  The issue of whether they wanted to orchestrate this first time or just allow it to happen didn’t take very long to resolve.  Creativity was in their blood.  Together or separately, the mischievous fun of plotting fantasies was almost a fantasy all by itself.  In fact, sometimes the plotting would be interrupted by a spur of the moment quickie. A slow smile crept over Javi’s face.  Since they’d ruled out all of the obvious destinations beyond the walls of their home, they flipped a quarter to determine who would be given the gratifying task of choosing where.  Javi had won the coin toss and made the remark that he was certainly glad that they hadn’t used that method for deciding if penetrative sex was in their future in the first place.  And then Kurt said that it might have been more appropriate to use heads or tails to decide what form their next step would take first, and unable to stop laughing at his own play on words, it took him five minutes to quit rolling on the floor while Javi watched, wondering why destiny had chosen him for this endearing and magical man-child.  Sometimes he just couldn’t help but still view him as a boy, because over Kurt’s protests about his cuteness, he WAS cute, adorably cute.  

This room had been on his list, even before he’d won the honor of choosing.  One of his favorite memories was handing Kurt the keys to the house as a Christmas gift.  His expectation when he’d asked him not to use the keys to the two bedrooms he’d never set foot in and also the basement was at the very least a “Why?”  After all, in handing him those keys he’d declared this house Kurt’s official home as well.  But Kurt had never once asked why or even brought the topic up for discussion.  Respect was something Kurt had apparently learned early in life.  And even though Javi had stated numerous times that this house was also now Kurt’s, he wasn’t sure Kurt really took it to heart.  So, in Kurt’s mind the rooms had remained off limits to him.  Not anymore.  Kurt would be the first, and as far as Javi was concerned, the last to share this room with him.  And they’d each come up with a few loosely-planned fantasies in case they wanted to improvise. Kurt liked the idea of making a weekend of it wherever that may occur. 

And then suddenly, in his mind Javi found himself back in Tonio’s arms after their first time.  Such a bittersweet memory.  The hours had passed, overflowing with their murmurings and pillow talk.  Savoring the rarity of three days in a row with nothing but time for each other, their first attempt had been awkward.  Despite what Tonio would later divulge about his sexual knowledge, it was still the first time for both of them.  Tonio could be so gentle at times.  Afterward, he’d gathered Javi into his strong arms and whispered, “Mi dulce Javito, tenemos todo el tiempo del mundo. Aprendiendo a amar contigo? Es el cielo.”  (My sweet Javito, we have all the time in the world. Learning to love with you? It’s heaven).  Javi had glanced up at him, “Like writing songs and playing piano, it takes practice, si?”  Tonio had laughed while messing up his curls, kissing his forehead, “Si, mi amor, and you know how insistent I am on practicing.”  Javi had loved him so much in that moment.  

On the third afternoon, while taking a break from “practice”, Tonio had finally revealed to him how he’d managed to remain a virgin while knowing all that he knew about sex and the art of lovemaking.  Teasing Javi with the story that he refused to tell had been one of Tonio’s choice sports.  But then when he gave in, divulging a story that Javi had built up in his mind from waiting so long, Javi didn’t believe him.  The whole story was so far out, it could have qualified for the best gay fiction around.  Verifying it was seemingly impossible, even though Tonio insisted that what Javi thought of as a bizarre practice was not as uncommon as he might think.  And who could he ask without falling to pieces from embarrassment!  He couldn’t relieve his mind of the image of Tonio’s parents’ involvement in something so off the wall.  They were deeply religious and in some ways very much like his own parents which was one of the many reasons he found Tonio’s story extremely hard to believe.  But somehow Tonio had finally managed to convince him of the truth of it.

Even Tonio was a bit uneasy telling the story.  He’d never shared it with anyone, but he’d never once considered keeping it from Javi forever.  For one, how could he possibly hide it from Javi without Javi thinking he didn’t trust him?  And, the whole premise of what he’d been taught was grounded in respect.  He respected his lover too much not to tell him.    

It wasn’t that he was ashamed or embarrassed; he knew it was a story that few if any would believe.  And it wasn’t like his parents were the only ones in the world that used this practice to teach their sons about sex and intimacy.  In fact, years later Tonio discovered that at least one other couple he knew growing up had done the same thing with their son.  And amazingly enough, neither boy had ever spoken of it with the other.

The idea was simple enough.  When a boy turned somewhere between 13 and 14, their parents introduced them to the concept of “how sex between a couple was supposed to be.”  Of course, in their generation that meant a married couple, but realizing the world was changing as it always would, they had to accept that their teachings might go beyond such a relationship.  Their aim was not to simply teach him about the mechanics of sex or even how to have a good sexual relationship.  It was grounded in RESPECT all caps.  

As in most societies women were still viewed as second-class citizens at best and property at worst.  Their goal was to teach their sons to respect a woman’s feelings and desires as much as they respected their own.  Thus, they started out with trying to teach them why women were as valuable as men and the basic differences between the sexes.  They started with required reading, discussion and leading by example.  And it was as serious as any topic they ever studied in school.  After they’d built that foundation, they moved on to the mechanics of sex.  Of course, in Tonio’s time, most boys knew about the mechanics, but their learning went far beyond the simple A+B=C.  They were taught about positions, different methods of pleasing a partner, what romance was supposed to look like…and as his father had told him once he had to learn to “piensa como una mujer.” (think like a woman)  There was only one big problem with this method, or at least in regard to Tonio.  He was gay.  Learning to think like a woman might be helpful in other areas of his life, but he needed to learn to think like a gay man as a partner.

Fortunately, his parents had always treated him with the same respect they tried to live and teach, so when it began to dawn on him that he was probably gay, it wasn’t as hard to tell them as it could have been.  They didn’t see it as wrong or sinful at all.  Their main concern was for Tonio’s safety and his future.  He didn’t appear overtly gay, but Tonio was no shrinking violet.  It wasn’t beyond him to be careless and vocal about what he thought.  They knew that they could warn him, but they could not prevent him from being Tonio.  If Tonio was nothing else, he was authentic.

So instead they focused on how to teach their son to respect and please a partner.  Same-sex marriage was still years in the future.  Homosexuality was never declared illegal per se; it fell under indecent and immoral acts.  And though it was rare that anyone was actually prosecuted for such, a lot depended on what kind of relationship you had with the legal authorities.  Therefore, some of their methods for teaching Tonio about sex would be considered just this side of illegal.

Technically, even if Tonio was heterosexual, their methods would be considered illegal, which seemed an irony, but the world was full of irony.  His parents had given a collective sigh and sat down to discuss what would be a tricky situation either way.  Their methods were derived from their faith.  Their faith was based on respect for all humans.  They had learned what they were teaching Tonio from their parents’ own teachings. No, the Church would definitely not approve of their methods, but this was one area where they respectfully parted ways with the Church.  

If Tonio had been straight, they would have employed a male and female prostitute who were willing to “show” Tonio all that he needed to know regarding sexuality.  Some used pornography, but his parents had issues with it on several levels.  First, they found it to be the antithesis of what they were trying to teach.  Pornography was about sex, period.  There was rarely any sign of respect between partners in porn.  And technically, it was just as borderline “illegal” as employing prostitutes to inform your underage 16-year-old on the intricacies of sex.  The irony being, prostitution was not illegal in Mexico!

Their dilemma lay in that if they followed their teaching method, they would have to employ male prostitutes.  They’d forced themselves to watch some gay porn just to see if it might be an option, but again, there appeared to be no respect or love involved.  At least with prostitutes they had some control.  If they were their employees, their input would matter.  Although neither of his parents had problems with homosexuality, they’d never actually watched gay sex, except in their experiment with porn.  Although their extensive discussions had caused some friction between them, they’d reminded each other that this was not about their comfort level.  Their son’s future relational happiness was on the line.  At least one of them would have to watch their “employees” a couple of times to judge if they met with their rather unconventional methods and goals.  
Javi remembered how Tonio had started laughing at this point, simply because of the expression on Javi’s face.  “So…..your parents actually watched two guys having sex????”  And then Tonio really started laughing, “Oh, no!  Just mi mama; they both decided she’d be more comfortable with it.”  Javi was having a very hard time wrapping his head around this more than unorthodox type of sex education.  “And…I’m assuming she…..approved????”  “Si, mi Javi, she did!”  “And…so that’s how you learned about sex.  Tonio….come on, you expect me to really believe that?”  “Yes, I do!  And don’t forget.  It wasn’t just about sex, it was about love and respect.  They used books, they used frank discussions, they answered what they could and searched for an answer if they couldn’t…and this was before the Internet.  And they learned from their parents.  I’m not lying.  Do you really think our relationship would have progressed as it has if I hadn’t learned about love and respect alongside sex?  Come on, we’re guys!  We’re guys in a country that has little respect for women and none for us whatsoever.  So, yes, every word is true.”

“But, what about girls?  What would your parents have done if you were a girl?”  Tonio didn’t have an answer…or at least a satisfying one.  “I asked them the same thing.  They said that since I wasn’t a girl and was unlikely to have children, that he didn’t need to know.  I got pretty upset,”  Javi hid a smile; yes, he could only imagine Tonio’s response.  “I asked something like if I was straight and wanted to get married, how would I explain all this knowledge to my wife?  Or if I had children and one of them was a girl, what would my responsibilities be?  And what really made me mad was that here they were preaching about love and respect and didn’t respect me enough to give me an honest answer!”  “So….what happened, mi amor?”  “I finally just had to accept that that was their final word on the matter.  I suppose I could have attempted to find out in other ways, but it would only have strained our relationship…and they were right in a way.  I’d probably never have to use the information anyway.”

The whole concept was so foreign to Javi.  His sex education consisted of learning from his brothers or friends, smuggled porn and not altogether reliable sources.  He remembered the few days he’d had to live on the streets of CDMX; his mind and body always on high alert.  The unnerving tales he’d heard from others about what could happen to a person living rough had scared him to death.  Attacks for any reason were common.  But if someone suspected you might be gay?  He’d tried not to let his mind go there, constantly on the lookout.  And Tonio had a point.  He couldn’t imagine any other guy, gay or otherwise, who would have been so careful and cautious about how a relationship developed.  And now here he and Kurt were benefiting from how Tonio had been raised.

He arose from the bed, straightening the comforter.  Wandering these calming rooms had opened up his mind to more whimsical ideas, hoping he could turn make-believe into a reality that Kurt would appreciate in the present while treasuring it in the past.  Something they’d mark in their notebooks as a page they’d revisit time after time.  Their notebooks filled with thoughts of their lovemaking had drawn them even closer, if that was possible. Sex was not the be-all/end-all of their relationship, but they both knew from experience that attention had to be paid to all areas of a relationship and for whatever reason, a long-term sexual relationship was one of the most difficult components to maintain.  He loved Kurt so much and he wanted their first time to be as memorable as all their other firsts.  The almost year they’d spent together had been something Javi could never have imagined happening to him.  

As Kurt opened the front door, he looked around in surprise.  Every room was set in the soft glow of unscented flameless candles, a combination of white and deep blue.  There was a heart-shaped note resting on the kitchen table, “Meet me at door #3; the door is unlocked, proceed with anticipation.”  Kurt set the cute note back on the edge of the table, dropped his brown satchel in the media room, then walked down the candle lit hallway to the third bedroom door.  Here he discovered another note taped to the door, “Our weekend in Wonderland starts…..now.”  
Kurt smiled.  Of course he’d been aware that this was THE weekend.  He didn’t need Javi’s instruction regarding his anticipation.  His anticipation level was off the charts….and he was aware of a tinge of nervousness.  It wasn’t as if either of them hadn’t done this before, that wasn’t it.  But the time they’d spent in intricate planning, together and alone, yet leaving room for lots of improvisation, was sort of like soaking in water infused with the lightly-scented perfume of intoxication.  Sometimes shoving the fantasies and ideas into their own compartments at the end of the day just wasn’t possible creating an overflow into his dreams and his everyday life.
He almost knocked on the door, but then remembered that this room would soon no longer be out of bounds to him, and besides, the door had always been locked leaving no reason to knock.  He tested the doorknob, barely sticking his head beyond the door jamb and half-whispered, “Javi?”  “Si, mi amor, over here.”  Kurt opened the door wider, finally spotting Javi sitting at a round table in a cozy corner.  Just like his entry into their home, he was accompanied by soft candlelight combining with the rhythm of soothing, sensual music.  “Welcome home, love,” Javi said as Kurt sat opposite him.  Glancing around the dimly lit room, attempting to absorb all that lay in his line of sight, he returned his gaze to the light flickering in Javi’s brown eyes, a slight smile on his lips.

“This is what you’ve been hiding behind a locked door?”  Kurt sort of chuckled.  “But why?”  Javi simply said, “Because I love you.”  Kurt tilted his head, “Mi sexy, sensitive Javito….that may make sense to you but…”  Kurt waved one hand around encompassing the beauty of the room, “How does not showing me this say that you love me?”  “When I created these rooms, I did it with the hope that someday I’d be able to share it with someone, someone who wanted to share it for more than just a night or two.  I created it with you in mind, though I didn’t know it then.  And…well, now you’re here and you’ve convinced me you’re not going anywhere.  I’m convinced that we are a “we” forever….so I’m ready to share this room and all that we’re planning.”  Kurt reached across the table, cupping Javi’s face in his hand and for a few seconds their eyes spoke silently to each other.

“And what exactly are you planning….for now, tonight, I mean.”  Kurt smiled.  “Well, first let me give you a little tour of the rooms.”  “Ah, Mr. Ramos Ruiz is a little house-proud?”  Kurt questioned.  “Look, Kurtito, I’ve been hiding this room for close to ten years; in fact, I’ve redecorated it twice!  If you really loved me you would have shown up a long time ago…now, do you want to see it or not?”  Kurt gave him a look that basically said, “Are you kidding?  Me not want to see how something is decorated?”  

Javi took Kurt’s hand, loving his reactions to the skylight above the bed and, of course, the bed itself.  Javi turned on a lamp or two so Kurt could see some of the details about the room.  The smoky recessed mirrors, the erotic pictures, the small living room and kitchen areas, and the large bathroom with the heated bathtub and two massage tables.  Kurt just kept turning around or looking up, finding something new he hadn’t seen before.  A person could live in these rooms without the house!  Javi had already prepared a light meal so when he asked Kurt if he was hungry, Kurt cheekily replied, “For what?”  Javi laughed, “In a hurry are we?….I mean I have no desire to not accommodate any or all of your appetites….”  “I was just kidding, we have all the time in the world….so what’s on the menu?”  As Javi passed the plates from the kitchen to the table, Kurt arranged them.  Even though it was a light meal, there was plenty to go around.  A huge crab salad, a sliced baguette, and some cucumbers and chopped tomatoes completed the menu.  “What no dessert?”  Kurt quipped.  “Maybe later, depending on what you’re hungry for,” Javi managed to say with a straight face.  

When the kitchen was back in order, Javi reached for Kurt’s hand and led him to the sand-colored couch and they sat, listening to the soft music in silence.  Kurt laced his fingers through Javi’s, laying his head on his shoulder and sighing contentedly, enjoying the scent of Sauvage and listening to him breathe.  “Mi, Javito, have you ever wished you weren’t gay?”  Surprised, Javi asked, “Where did that come from?  Are you planning to try switching sides, leaving me here all alone?”  Kurt said, “Of course not!  And we both know that isn’t even possible.  I can’t just suddenly decide I’m not gay.  But really, have you ever wished that?”  Javi squeezed his hand, “Of course I have.  Sometimes it felt like I spent years trying to wish my identity away.  And some days I wish that every time I went onstage or did an interview, the first thought a person might have of me would not be, “Is he gay?”  I can’t hide it as well as Tonio could…and I never really wanted to hide it, I just wished it would go away like a chronic disease or something.  It was only when I met Tonio and could share the fear and loneliness that I began to accept myself.  I guess he sort of validated it.” 

Kurt was quiet again and then said, “I don’t ever remembering wishing I wasn’t gay.  What I wished for most is that all that wasted fear and anger that people directed at me wasn’t real, that that would go away.  I didn’t hate myself or anything, but I was forced to build a wall around myself, always wondering who would be accepting and who wouldn’t.  Actually, there was one time when I wished I wasn’t and that’s when I finally told my dad.  I would have done anything not to have hurt him and watch him struggle with how to help me deal with it.  But, after I told him, I guess, like Tonio for you, dad validated it.”  “So why are you asking now?” Javi asked again.  “I don’t really know why now…maybe it’s because what we’ve planned for this weekend, at least for us, is similar to what a straight couple, if they waited until they were married, would be doing.  Their first time.”  Ah! So he wasn’t alone in his romanticism, Javi thought.  “It’s hard to put into words, mi carino.  Even though neither of us are virgins….well, we’ve waited for this because of its importance to us.  I….in a way I feel like….like it’s all new to me, because it’s with you.  I love you….I love us so much….” Javi let go of Kurt’s hand and took his face in both hands, his kiss as soft as butterfly wings until he sensed Kurt’s desire rising.  Kurt took Javi’s hands and wrapped his arms around his neck as Kurt did the same, taking the kiss deeper and deeper, his tongue seeking Javi’s, his heart beating hard and fast.  With every ounce of restraint Javi had, he gently pushed Kurt away, their eyes saying, Now.  Javi took Kurt’s fingers into his own, “Mi amor, all of me says, Yes….but it will be Yes soon enough.  Come with me.”  He leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek, it’s time to enter Wonderland.”

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 67 – ARE YOU READY/I HATE YOU!

CHAPTER 67 – ARE YOU READY/I HATE YOU

Time had a way of creeping up on a person, thought Javi, and the clock was ticking.  Kurt’s birthday was only a few short weeks away.  Another first to be celebrated!  He immediately discarded the ludicrous suggestion that Kurt might not want a party.  He needed to give his mind a reality check.  In many ways, the planning and decorating was the party for Kurt, so he tossed out the idea of a surprise party, consulting Adam for advice based on his knowledge of past birthday parties.  Adam laughed and said, “My advice is to put it in his capable hands because he’ll be telling you what to do anyway right down to the perfect glassware and suggesting what you should wear.”

The hectic months of touring were behind them and the subtle rhythms of life in San Diego resumed.  He’d be recording another single in mid-summer, but unless fate intervened the calendar was wide open, days and nights waiting to be filled with calm and time together.  Looking forward to August with excitement and a bit of trepidation, Kurt’s sojourn as a student would come to an end.  Even though Javi’s manager was already after him to convince Kurt to meet with him to discuss some of his future options, Javi was in no hurry to push Kurt into decisions.  He had yet to digest the learning experience of living life on the road.  When his life no longer revolved around classes, recitals and homework, he could shift his concentration to his passion, whatever that may be, his prospective path. 


The initial awkwardness was ultimately starting to fade.  Javi readjusting his sleep patterns, Kurt attempting to be accommodating, and playing what sometimes felt like a tug of war between togetherness and the somewhat solitary lives they’d grown used to while apart.  Kurt was feeling more self-assured and had reclaimed some of his natural independence. The time they spent in each other’s company was precious to them both, but living like conjoined twins could prove fatal to their relationship. By degrees, Kurt would huddle in his newly-decorated room to study, to seek out solitude, or as Javi liked to say to simply “be.” Occasionally, Adam would text Kurt about a movie they both wanted to see or some TAS-related activity and they’d have a night out, just the two of them.  Reminiscing about Tonio reminded Javi of the battles they’d fought trying to maintain a strong relationship while struggling to maintain their sense of self.  Whereas some couples had to struggle to find time together, they had grappled with finding times and places to be apart.

Javi had considered a variety of birthday gifts, and had probably gone overboard in his purchasing, but the gift that had occupied his thoughts more than any other was, hopefully, a gift to be shared.  That memorable day in the weight room when he’d confessed to Kurt that his love and desire for him was beyond what he’d ever known, that he loved and wanted him more than anyone?   He’d loved only one other man; he was saying he loved Kurt more.  God!  He had loved Tonio endlessly and always, but he had been such high maintenance.  He laughed to himself, and since he had no other point of reference, he hadn’t realized it until he found Kurt.  Loving and living with Kurt…..it was like floating on the ocean, the tides came in and went out regularly, with only an occasional storm or a wave that might take them tumbling through it for a while, but so far there had been no hurricanes, no tsunamis…in short, no tempestuous Tonio.  

He could visualize Kurt trying to appear so casual perched on that barstool at The Rafters.  In the matter of those few seconds of observation, his senses had deafened, his awareness focused solely on Kurt.  And then The Rafters regained its existence, but Javi knew even then that his life was no longer his own if he was given a chance to offer it to that man; he didn’t even know his name.  He’d been waiting for so long.  When it came to love, Javi knew certainty was only a hope, but for once the lack of it didn’t stop him from trying.  Taking it reasonably slowly and cautiously had been wise.

There was a part of him that was completely satisfied with where they were.  But he wasn’t sure if Kurt was…. and if he was going to practice what he preached, a heart-to-heart conversation was the only answer.  Some of the more intimate moments they’d shared had been in the moment without prior discussion, but they almost always talked about it afterwards.  

Javi knew his way of viewing a sexual relationship wasn’t the way that probably 90% of the world viewed it, especially now.  Sex had become so casual that at times it seemed almost like a substitute for a greeting.  “Hi, I’m Javi!  How do you want me?”  Even the terminology with words like hookup becoming a description for sex, like meeting at McDonald’s, placing your order and leaving 20 minutes later after paying for a dollar menu meal.  And sure, he’d participated in his fair share of them out of loneliness, but that wasn’t his real view of what a sexual relationship should be if you were looking for love, long-term or forever.  

There were no particularly appealing words that were synonymous with penetration, no delicate way to say it, nothing about the word itself that was particularly romantic or erotic, but the act itself, if engaged in for all the right reasons, went far beyond romance.  It was giving your entire self over to the idea, “we are joining together as one” and not just the idea, but the person – any form of penetration, even kissing.  But French kissing was sort of the preliminary, almost symbolic for the eventuality of something far more meaningful.  That was the ideal.  And of course as everything in this world, it could be a beautiful, even sacred thing, but it could also be trivialized or violent if used in a way it was never intended.  His memory conjured up the few times when their passion nearly overcame their caution – he still couldn’t hear the song U Got My Love without evoking that morning in the shower, how he came so close to dragging Kurt in there with him, allowing them to live out Kurt’s carefully constructed fantasy in reality.  And the slow sweetness of discovering each other’s bodies and minds?  It had been and still was a place that seemed to hover somewhere between his imagined idea of heaven and paradise.  Almost a year though….it was time to at least have an earnest discussion about it.  Some couples no matter their sexual orientation enjoyed sex and lived their entire lives without penetration for any number of reasons.  But were he and Kurt such a couple?

Kurt had been quietly rejoicing Javi’s return ever since the day he’d walked through the door, gathering him in his arms, singing Home At Last by Steely Dan.  Holding him close, Kurt whispered, “So hungry or horny?”  “Actually both….but…..” Javi replied in between feather kisses over Kurt’s face, “..maybe….you’ll be…..my appetizer….si?” “Si, mi Javito…..I’ve missed you so much…” He sighed as he took Javi’s face into his hands, kissing him in a way that left no doubt.  After the initial week of reorienting themselves to each other again, Kurt realized that their relationship had changed….was changing. They still loved spending time together, a lot of it…but they were comfortable with being apart, too.  However, after the broken strand of days and nights spent in their own company, they still treasured waking up and falling asleep together.  Their favorite times to talk, it was like rewriting their relationship with conversation, learning and relearning each other’s thoughts.  Sometimes if they both had a day off, they’d lay in bed all day, reading, watching TV, listening to music and making love, simply enjoying each other’s company.  

Although he thought about Blaine on occasion, he no longer considered him a real friend and certainly not a best friend.  He’d realized that one day when he was sorting through some old pictures and school yearbooks, a place he was guaranteed to find photos of them together.  He wasn’t even sure why he’d decided to go through this stuff, but his first thought had not been of what he would find of their past, it was memories of Glee Club.  His birthday was coming up and they’d always had the best parties!  Now, Blaine was just another person in the group.  Never in a million years did he ever think he’d feel like that.

Yet, he was still having dreams about him….them.  He’d made the decision to discuss some of the tangled details with Javi, but he wanted to wait until after his birthday.  After all, the dreams weren’t going anywhere (how he wished) and for whatever reason with Javi home again, he didn’t feel as guilty about them.  In fact (and Javi would be proud, he was sure!) he’d even woven some of the details into their own sex life…but there was one thing in particular that he wasn’t ready to share, not yet.  

RECOMMENDATIONS:  Slow to 0.75 or lower to watch/listen to lyrics, they relate somewhat to the story.


I’ve watched these videos multiple times since I’ve found them and each time I find another subtlety that I missed last time because of the way they’re filmed in a behind the scenes sort of way, with overlapping sort of double exposure effect.

https://youtu.be/_x6xFgKghTc
CONSEQUENCE – BLAINE AND KURT

You’re the colour
You’re the movement and the spin

Never
Could it stay with me the whole day long

Fail with consequence
Lose with eloquence and smile

I’m not in this movie
I’m not in this song

Never
Leave me paralyzed, love
Leave me hypnotized, love

You’re the colour
You’re the movement and the spin

Never
Could it stay with me the whole day long

Fail with consequence
Lose with eloquence and smile

You’re not in this movie
You’re not in this song

Never
Leave me paralyzed, love
Leave me hypnotized, love


FUTURISTIC LOVER – KLAINE

You’re so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?

Your touch magnetizing
Feels like I am floating
Leaves my body glowing

They say be afraid
You’re not like the others
Futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don’t understand you

You’re from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I’m ready to go
Lead me into the light

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

Boy, you’re an alien
Your touch are foreign
It’s supernatural
Extraterrestrial

You’re so supersonic
Wanna feel your powers
Stun me with your lasers
Your kiss is cosmic
Every move is magic

You’re from a whole other world
A different dimension
You open my eyes
And I’m ready to go
Lead me into the light

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

Boy, you’re an alien
Your touch are foreign
It’s supernatural
Extraterrestrial

There is this transcendental
On another level
Boy, you’re my lucky star

I wanna walk on your wavelength
And be there when you vibrate
For you I’ll risk it all, all

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison

Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction

Boy, you’re an alien
Your touch are foreign
It’s supernatural
Extraterrestrial

Extraterrestrial
Extraterrestrial

Boy, you’re an alien
Your touch are foreign
It’s supernatural
Extraterrestrial

CRAZY IN LOVE – THIS VIDEO IS AGE RESTRICTED AND CANNOT BE EMBEDDED HERE. I BELIEVE IT’S ESSENTIAL TO THE STORY LINE AND I’M SURE IF YOU LOVE KLAINE YOU’LL LOVE THE VIDEO. THIS IS THE LINK, BUT YOU’LL HAVE TO GO TO YOUTUBE AND DO A SEARCH USING THE LINK. IF YOU ENTER CRAZY IN LOVE KLAINE, SEVERAL WILL COME UP SO I ADVISE USING THE LINK: https://youtu.be/qlfW3XhEI-k

Yes
It’s so crazy right now
Most incredibly, it’s ya girl, B
It’s ya boy, youngYou ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, noYeah, history in the making
Part two, it’s so crazy right nowI look and stare so deep in your eyes
I touch on you more and more every time
When you leave, I’m begging you not to go
Call your name two, three times in a row
Such a funny thing for me to try to explain
How I’m feeling and my pride is the one to blame
‘Cause I know I don’t understand
Just how your love can do what no one else canGot me looking so crazy right now, your love’s
Got me looking so crazy right now (your love)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch
Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch)
Got me hoping you’ll page me right now, your kiss
Got me hoping you’ll save me right now
Looking so crazy, your love’s
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in loveUh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, no
Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh, no, noWhen I talk to my friends so quietly
Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me
Tennis shoes, don’t even need to buy a new dress
If you ain’t there, ain’t nobody else to impress
It’s the way that you know what I thought I knew
It’s the beat that my heart skips when I’m with you
But I still don’t understand
Just how your love can do what no one else canGot me looking so crazy right now, your love’s
Got me looking so crazy right now (oh, crazy)
Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch (your love)
Got me looking so crazy right now (love)
Got me hoping you’ll page me right now, your kiss (hey)
Got me hoping you’ll save me right now
Looking so crazy, your love’s (hey)
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love
I’m looking so crazy in love’s
Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love

Cheers to my friends my enemies
My dreams the death of me
Drink one grab your gun
Cut me deepLosing sleep and all my faith
In these promises that I take
Lay me down with a smile
To drown in the rain
So give me love an all your hate
Tell me lies in fifty shades
Lay me down for awhile
Get lost in the grey

Forever on the floor
Don’t ever stop
I want more
Like nails on my skin
Swallow my sins
Hurt me, hurt me again

Forever on the floor
Don’t ever stop
I want more
Like nails on my skin
Swallow my sins
Hurt me, hurt me again

Cheers to the end the bitter sweet
You have my dreams and all of me
Drink one come undone, marry me
Say you will, say you will Marry me
Say you will, say you will

Losing sleep and all my faith
In these promises that I take
Lay me down with a smile
To drown…

Kurt’s mind retraced its way back to the time when their conversations about their efforts to “have sex without having sex”  seemed uppermost.  The definition of what was meant by that phrase had been clear – spelled out it meant blowjobs and anal sex.  His memory tripping over their imaginative methods, it wasn’t so much about the variety of ways they chose to make love, it was more about the fanciful, almost artistic, paths they’d chosen to love and please each other.  But Kurt had ultimately discerned the common thread woven through the mixture of dreams.  And it was something they needed to talk about.  Was he ready?  Were they ready?  What were his dreams attempting to vocalize?  In Kurt’s mind, there were two possibilities; maybe he was ready for one, but not the other?  He didn’t know, but his only real option was discussing it with Javi.  And there was another aspect of these dreams that seemed to overlap into their relationship, but again what did it mean if anything?  Damn!  He didn’t know if any of it meant anything!  He brushed the questions aside.  It could wait until after his birthday, he had a party to plan!

Javi couldn’t contain his laughter.  The first words out of Kurt’s lovely mouth that morning were, “Can we have my party here or should we have it at The Rafters?”  “And good morning to you too, mi amor!  Hmmmm….I guess I better give you my two cents worth before you decide to plan two parties, just to cover the birthday bases!”  “It’s my first birthday in San Diego and with you!”  “Okay, mi adorable cumpleanero (adorable birthday boy), it’s your birthday, and I’m pretty sure you’ve already got some ideas, so where do you want your first birthday party in San Diego to be?”  “I don’t know what you just called me except adorable, so I’ll go with that….I was thinking I’d like to have it here.  This is my home now and I sort of have an idea for a theme, but it probably wouldn’t work well anywhere else but here.”  “And your idea?”  “Promise you won’t laugh..”  “I’m already laughing, so I can’t really make that promise, and your idea is????”  “I want to have a kid’s party.  I never really had one when I was a kid because I didn’t have hardly any friends, so I thought it would be fun.  We could play things like Twister or Pin the Tail on the Donkey, an adult version of Would You Rather, have a pinata…”  “A pinata?”  “Well, it could have something in it other than candy, of course.”  “So, no hot guy jumping out of a cake?”  Kurt gave him a disgusted look, as if saying “take me seriously!”  Javi was still laughing, “But I was going to volunteer of course, maybe do a strip tease for you and 25 of our closest friends…” he simply couldn’t stop laughing and Kurt wasn’t even trying to hide his pursed lips and raised eyebrow.  Tiny daggers were figuratively stabbing Javi with his eyes.  

In a huff, Kurt picked up his fluffy pillow and attacked Javi, “Sometimes I hate you, I hate you, I just hate you!”  That proclamation only made him laugh harder; he could barely gasp the words, “Oh, you do not!  You love me to death….”  he grabbed the pillow from Kurt’s hands and tossed it to the floor, “Kurtito, you absolutely love me to death and you know how I know that?”  Javi pushed him over onto his back, “I know because you let me do this…” He bent over Kurt and tried to kiss him, but Kurt was having none of it, twisting his face away, “No, leave me alone!  Just go away!”  “I’m not going anywhere because I happen to know you don’t really want me to…..I think I know what you want… let’s practice Twister shall we?….I love getting you all tangled up in the sheets…or a sexy game of….would you rather I touch you here….or over here…”  “Leave me alone!”  The struggle continued, delighting Javi, as Kurt fought against his roaming hands, “Ha! Ha!” usually Kurt loved that slightly dirty laugh, but not now.  “And you’re already in your birthday suit…and I’m wearing mine to help you celebrate…” Javi’s fingers reached between Kurt’s legs, slowly caressing and stroking as Kurt continued to struggle, still not letting Javi kiss him, so Javi held one shoulder and lowered his lips to Kurt’s nipples, “Stop it, Javi!  No!  I don’t want….”  “Oh, Kurtito, are you sure???” he whispered in that way Kurt adored.  He knew all too well if Kurt didn’t want to, all he had to do was say one of their safe words…and if Kurt really wanted to he could easily get out from under Javi’s grasp.  “Mi Kurtito, the taste of your skin….the way that your nipples stand at attention when I do this…” he flicked his tongue, “it turns me inside out…. So, you don’t want me to do this?” He sighed dejectedly as he continued to stroke Kurt’s by now hard cock. “Your body is soooo beautiful…..and when I have you in my hand and you’re so hard…..you’re so hot mi amor….” “Stop it…go away..just..quit..”  “So, then I guess you really don’t want me to do this anymore?”  Kurt continued to struggle as Javi used the tip of his tongue to lick his nipples again, “No….just stop it….let me up….”  “Okay…I’ll let you up after I check just one more”….he slid his lips down Kurt’s belly.  “I’ll let you up….” he ran his tongue slowly around the inside of Kurt’s navel over and over…”right after I do this, okay?….yessss, Kurtito, the way you can’t stay still when I do this….it drives me crazy…”  and he lowered his tongue into Kurt’s belly button, slowly….slowly….slowly…. Kurt couldn’t contain the moan that escaped his lips, “Javi….stop…..just…. stop…..”  “Just say the word…..just one word….and of course I’ll stop…..say it and I’ll stop right now….I don’t want to get too carried away…..”  Suddenly Kurt pushed Javi hard onto his back, his eyes flashing as he looked into Javi’s, “damn you, Javi…” he hissed and attacked his lips, releasing every ounce of his love/hate and built up frustration into the fierce, open-mouthed kiss, stretching his body on top of Javi’s, holding his head still as he devoured him.  Javi was drowning in the feel of their body’s uncontrollable need to thrust against each other, his inability to stop repeating Kurt’s name….Javi took the opportunity….and in turn holding Kurt’s face still, he gazed into those flashing eyes, barely an inch from his own, “Hate me some more, Kurtito……please please hate me some more….” he wouldn’t let him look away, and kissed him with eyes wide open, then forced Kurt to look into his eyes again, “You’re so….cute when you hate me…..when you’re like this there’s only one thing I want to do….,” and Kurt started struggling again; he’d grown tired of people calling him cute and Javi knew it.  Kurt rolled back onto his side, taking Javi’s body with him, reaching between them, handling Javi’s prick none too gently, but as Javi reached for Kurt’s he forcefully pushed the hand away….”No!  Leave me alone!”   “Oh si, mi Kurtito….si….fight me….tear me apart….God Kurt it’s sooooo hot when you’re like this……show me how much you don’t want it….how much you don’t want me, si?”  Kurt grabbed both of them in one hand, shifting their bodies tightly against each other….”don’t you dare mock me….” he whispered against Javi’s lips as he attacked them again…”don’t you dare…”  Moaning, he grasped Kurt’s thick hair in his hands and closed his eyes, letting Kurt have his way with both of them….he hadn’t been lying…..his resistance level was less than zero when Kurt got like this….soooo very hot……waiting for Kurt’s concentration on his lips to wander.  He took Kurt’s lower lip between his teeth, biting him playfully, then moved to his chin…..”Hate me a little more…..just like that……oh God……still hate me Kurt?….do you?”  biting his chin, his jaw, his neck, “..yessss yessss….do you, mi pequeno volcan (little volcano)?…..”yesss, I….no…..ohmygod…..no…. .”

While Kurt was at work, Javi and Adam spent the afternoon decorating to Kurt’s specifications, of course.  “Has he always been this…..picky and fussy?”  Javi laughed, tacking up yet another streamer, right beside the pinata, a beach ball, because if it had been just a little warmer they would have had the party on the beach and it represented a symbol of Kurt’s first year in California.  Adam had enlisted the help of a couple of friends to provide some out of the ordinary finger food along with the usual party snacks.  They’d invited about 40 people and even a few from Boutique Magnifique and TAS, not just the usual crowd who might have gathered at The Rafters.  The screened in porch was Fun and Games Central, a couple of tables so people could play Would You Rather, a king size Twister mat, and yes, Pin the Tail on the Donkey; even a game of hide and seek in the backyard for those who wanted to play.  As it turned out, Kurt was not the only adult on the planet who liked the idea of having the grownup version of a child’s birthday party.  Javi had attempted to apologize for his initial reaction until Kurt grabbed him by the cheeks squishing his lips together and saying, “Oh, you’re so….cute, mi Javito, trying to apologize for that lame excuse to have sex….I still hate you and I hate you just enough to let you try it again.”  “An excuse?  I need an excuse now?”  “Stop it, you know what I meant.”  Javi laughed, “No, I don’t, but maybe you can come up with an excuse to show me what you meant, si?”

It was 7:30 and the house was filled with the noise and laughter of a party in full swing.  Those that enjoyed playing games were gathered on the screened in porch, spilling into the back yard.  He heard the sound of someone counting and realized a game of hide and seek was in progress.  Javi shook his head and smiled..who would have guessed?  Because of considerable help from Burt and Kurt’s friend, Rachel, a video of Kurt’s life up until the present was playing on continuous loop in the living room.  And of course when Javi went looking for Kurt he was…where else?  Hiding in the backyard with all the other “kids” except for the person who was IT.  Javi stole a few moments by himself, studying the scene around him, the people and decorations, all the food….a year ago at this time he was on the verge of meeting the man who would turn his life upside down and hadn’t even known it.  If he had, would he have run?  Glad the answer to that had been left to destiny, he went back inside to watch the video; so typical of the man he’d come to love with his entire being, Kurt wouldn’t let him watch it beforehand.

It was almost midnight when the party started to wind down.  As Adam and Ethan carried the homemade angel food cakes to a cleared table on the porch, the partygoers formed an uneven circle, singing their off-key version of the traditional birthday song.  With the candlelight sparkling in Kurt’s eyes, Javi could almost believe he was the 6-year-old boy from Lima finding the friends he’d lacked to have his party as a child.  Closing his eyes, perhaps even making a childhood wish, he blew the candles out.

Javi clapped his hands in an attempt to capture everyone’s attention.  “Everyone in the living room, por favor?”  The life of Kurt video had been replaced, but with what?  The screen was pitch black, but it wouldn’t be for long – Javi had  two surprises for his Kurtito.  The first was sentimental – the smiling faces of Kurt’s friends from the other side of the continent appearing with birthday greetings.  Kurt being Kurt, he grinned through happy tears.  There was Rachel and Sam and Puck, Quinn, Mercedes, Brit and even Mr. Schue, all celebrating with him, if not like old times, well…this would have to be enough, wishing Finn’s face had been among those on the screen.  “Now, close your eyes, mi amor.”  Kurt gave Javi a look of suspicion and everyone laughed when Javi promised he didn’t plan to hurt him.  “Okay….now you can open them.” 

Despite the fun he was having, Kurt’s antennae were still on alert.  Sometimes Javi relished slightly embarrassing him a little too much and when he felt Javi’s arms wrapping around his neck, he turned the tables on him, kissing him first as if they weren’t standing in a room filled to capacity with their friends.  His imagination allowed all of them to dissolve, kissing Javi with raw passion.  When Kurt broke the kiss, Javi gazed into his eyes for a split second, then exclaimed, “I knew there was some Latinx blood running through your veins!” to the sound of more clapping and laughter.

“Now, aren’t you glad we cleaned the place up last night when a few people could stay and help?” Kurt asked as they lay in bed reminiscing about the night before. “You know Kurtito one of the many reasons I keep you around is I don’t need to use the cleaning service nearly as often.  Now if I could just get you to wear a frilly apron and serve me breakfast in bed every morning my life would be complete.”  “Tell ya what, next time you want to bring one of your fantasies to reality, I’ll gladly wear a frilly apron if you will.”  “Now there’s a visual, mi Kurtito,” and they laughed imagining each other in aprons, much less nude in aprons, much less nude in frilly aprons.

Kurt nestled into the warmth of Javi’s neck, their heads resting on the plump pillows.  “Mi Javito, I want to talk to you about something….seriously.”  Javi drew him closer and they lay in contented silence until Kurt took a steadying breath and said, “I’ve been thinking about the dreams….not the nightmares, the sex dreams…and I’ve decided I want to describe some of the details to you, but….”  “Just tell me what you want to, don’t feel like you have to say more than what you’re comfortable with, mi amor.  Remember it’s not like we haven’t sorta been down this road already with the whole Elliot and Keith thing….and look at how well that turned out?” he chuckled and he felt Kurt relax a little more into his arms.

Kurt took another breath and let it out.  “Um….it’s like there are four dreams intertwined.  And they’re….they’re like a history of my and Blaine’s relationship, not just sexual….all the things we shared…..singing together…um, our prom…places we went to be alone with each other….the kisses….the smiles..” Kurt’s voice was trembling and Javi held him as closely as he could, soothing him with his hand.  “And….” Kurt stopped.  This was the part he didn’t want to talk about and it was of course the very thing that tied the vexing dreams together, that might be an indication of their significance, “Javi, I don’t want you to feel….responsible?…for this next part but it’s the one thing they all have in common.  “Go on, mi amor.  If I can promise you nothing else, I can promise you this.  I won’t be upset….take your time.”  Kurt took a few more breaths, tried to steady his voice and said, “In all of them we’re….Blaine and I….” he took another breath, why was this so ridiculously difficult? and forced the words out all at once, “we’re going farther than you and I have.”  Javi hid his secret smile and kissed Kurt’s messy hair.  “So, we’re talking about blowjobs and anal sex, si?”  “I hate…I don’t want to dream about him that way….I’m completely satisfied….with where we are….God! Making love…having sex with you?  It’s more than I’ve ever hoped for….”  “But are you really sure, mi carino…satisfied with where we are?”  “Yes! I really am.”  “So, no desire to take those next steps?  Tell me, after these dreams, do you wake up wishing it was him lying here beside you?  Like I asked about Keith.” Kurt was frustrated, “No, no, Javi,  I don’t ever want to wake up next to anyone else but you, not ever again.”

Javi shifted so that he was looking into Kurt’s eyes.  They’d turned a stormy ocean gray.  “Kurt, that’s all I need to know.  This is what I think…or maybe it’s because I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now anyway.  The right time never seemed to present itself…and now it apparently has.  Dreams are….dreams, usually have lots of symbolism and have very little to do with reality.  I think….and this is just a possibility, not a fact….I think Blaine is a substitute for me.  Our past is always a fertile landscape for our dreams….and with regard to relationships, Blaine is the only past you’ve ever known.  If you don’t love or want Blaine, then I think your mind is telling you something.  And it’s pretty obvious that you’re ready to move forward with somebody.”

“Escucha, sorry, listen, Kurtito.  It’s been almost a year since we met and I suggested this rather unorthodox way of developing a relationship.  This day was bound to arrive, but you know how seriously I take our next step.  I know this sounds harsh, but….I would rather walk away from our relationship right this minute than to take our lovemaking to what I consider a monumental level.  You remember how after every step we took, we felt different about each other?  Like we were knit together a little tighter? Do you remember when I told you this particular step would be like an explosion if we waited?  What I’m saying is I don’t want to draw us even closer together only to discover one of us wasn’t ready.”

Kurt didn’t speak for several minutes, unconsciously running his fingers through Javi’s bedhead of blue-black curls, thinking.  “Javi…I think you might be right…about the dreams, I mean…well, and all the rest, too.  Honestly, I really am happy right where we are…but I am ready; I know that for sure, but I view it in two steps, not just one….and are you ready?”

“Si, mi amor, but I didn’t want it to be spur of the moment.  I knew we’d have to have a serious talk before we even considered it, just like when we had to talk about protected versus unprotected.  This sort of takes that discussion to a whole new level.  I mean, we’ve both always tested negative, and neither of us has been with anyone else since we met….but there’s always a risk even if it’s a small one.  But, si, in our case, negative should absolutely mean negative after all this time.  And then there’s the more practical and not entirely comfortable parts to talk about.  Like spit or swallow?”  

Kurt almost laughed.  He remembered his first time; the logistics were the farthest thing from their minds.  In fact, their minds and bodies were overloaded with hormones and feelings, the kind of desire that left all rational thoughts behind, and when it got to that point where they had to decide in the heat of the moment, they’d both chosen spit.  But as they became more experienced, most times they chose swallow wanting to maintain the closeness, the affection, the love they felt in that moment. And he was thinking about how Javi seemed so at ease with cum, sometimes employing it to take an erotic moment to an extremely intimate experience.  Kurt still felt swallow was better; spitting was distracting and seemed almost counter to what should be shared in love.  Kurt said, “Um….I’ve tried both, but….swallowing…”  Were they really having this conversation?  “Me, too….spitting is just….it’s disruptive I guess?”

“And what about anal sex?”  It seemed so weird to be talking so matter of factly.  “Well….I’ve tried it, both top and bottom….mostly what I don’t like is all the preparation.  It takes away the spontaneity,”  Kurt said. “And it’s not like planning a fantasy.  It’s almost like….I don’t know, preparing for a doctor’s appointment or something.” Javi took Kurt’s hand, “I agree about the spontaneity.  And I like it but not on a regular basis; it’s too much work.  Of course, I’d be willing to try it….”  Kurt chuckled, “I think I know by now that you’ll try almost anything.”  

Sinking more deeply into his Javi’s embrace, he was relieved…but there was another aspect to the dreams that he wanted to tell him about as well.  This wasn’t quite as difficult to talk about, yet it wasn’t something…..come on, Kurt! he thought to himself.  He knew if he could talk honestly with anyone, it was Javi; he just wasn’t used to talking about this stuff.  “There’s something else about these dreams….that sort of converges, I guess…with our love life.  The whole bondage thing….one of the dreams occurs in what looks like a dungeon? filled with all kinds of BDSM equipment….the dream isn’t hard-core or at least I don’t think so…..it’s nothing like what we’ve done so far or what little Blaine and I did….”  Javi was a little startled by this.  Had Kurt been doing more research on BDSM?  He still remembered the first time he’d introduced some bondage into their lovemaking and Kurt was literally shaking afterwards….Javi was so afraid he’d hurt him!  It wasn’t that they hadn’t already tentatively approached it before then, but something about that time had triggered an instinctive, almost overpowering response in Kurt because the next day he couldn’t stop talking about it.  And Javi had something he had not yet shared with Kurt…and he may never share it, unless Kurt was ready for that?  Well, he’d just have to listen and observe.

“Mi Kurtito, did that part of the dream frighten you?”  “No, not really….with what little I can remember it was actually kind of intriguing.  And speaking of intriguing, remember the toys I got you for Christmas?”  Javi smiled, “Of course I remember!”  “Well, now that you’re home for a while, we have time to try them out!”  Javi kissed Kurt’s forehead saying, “I don’t know….I’ll try almost anything….but sex toys?  Hmmmm….have to think about that…”  Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes.

“So do you feel better now that you’ve told me and we’ve discussed it?  It’s an open conversation, carino.  And there’s a lot to think about, si?  Another first, at least with each other.  Do you want to plan it together or not plan it at all, just know that it’s going to happen sometime in the future?”

“Since it’s an open conversation…”  Kurt was still fighting his uneasiness with the subject, “I’d prefer blowjobs first….the other is sort of my second option, especially since we both kind of feel the same way about it.  And….let’s…can we think about how we want to approach the timing for a while?”

They remained quiet for some time, Kurt wrapped in Javi’s arms, Javi wrapped around Kurt’s body, like two nesting dolls.  “Javi?”  “Si, mi amor.” 

“I wish there were other words to say I love you, because I do ya know?  And it sounds so….I don’t know what it sounds like….but I love you in ways I didn’t even know I could…and I love things about you that I didn’t even know could be lovable.”  “Then…you don’t hate me anymore?”  Javi laughed.  “Of course I still hate you…that’s one of the things I didn’t know could be lovable….see what I mean?”  Kurt looked up into Javi’s smiling brown eyes and asked, “Is it okay if I show you how much I hate you again?  I want to be positive that I still do.”

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 66 – THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

FLAG OF QUINTANA ROO

“Blaine!  Wake up!  Blaine!” Jeff shook Blaine’s rigid shoulders as the nightmare played itself out once again.  Finally, Blaine startled awake, attempting to reorient himself, grasping Jeff in his arms.  Blaine’s frightened and frantic breathing finally slowed, “I’m sorry, Jeff, I didn’t….”  Jeff held him tighter, brushing the messy curls away from his hazel eyes.  “Blaine, shhhhh…..stop, you can’t control what kind of dreams you have.”  His body caving into Jeff’s embrace, Blaine exhaled deeply, relieved that he was no longer in the grip of unreality, “I know, but this is my problem, not yours, and I don’t want to make it yours.”  Jeff planted a kiss on his forehead, “Listen to me.  We’ve talked about this a million times, babe.  I chose to become a presence in your life and you did the same.  We face the challenges together.”

Why the dreams?  The nightmares?  When he presented this sometimes frightening and perplexing dilemma to Dr. Osman, he explained that recurring dreams often meant a person might have some unresolved conflict and that the dreams provided a stage for the conflict to play out.  But, Blaine’s romantic connection to Kurt had perished long ago. And Blaine had acknowledged the role he had played in its demise; through twice-weekly counseling sessions, group therapy and countless hours of journaling if he was sure of nothing else, he was positive he no longer carried a torch for Kurt.  When he and Jeff had met and seemed to click, his first reaction had been caution.  They had barely touched the first month.  At times it seemed as if they were trying to put out a forest fire with a garden hose, the physical attraction was that strong, but Blaine took the help he was receiving in therapy seriously.  Jeff’s arrival in his life had been totally unexpected. That month had given him time to broach the subject in therapy.  As a result, Jeff’s knowledge of Kurt in some ways was almost equal to Blaine’s.  He knew of Blaine’s hope to restore their latent friendship.  In the last month, Blaine had invited Jeff to a few of his counseling sessions just so he could ask questions of Dr. Osman.  He’d even volunteered his journal entries for Jeff’s perusal.  And although Jeff wasn’t sure he completely understood why it seemed so important to Blaine, he knew Blaine was being honest with him, almost to a fault.  

Yet, here it was, the end of April and he was still dreaming about Kurt….and Javi….and some unknown person.  The scenario changed occasionally, but the players onstage never varied: Kurt and Javi and that other person.  Sometimes, Blaine was packing.  At other times, he was on the way to the airport.  Or, he was on a plane, but when the plane landed….either he wasn’t allowed to get off or he woke up before he could.  And he was always traveling alone.  He knew it was a dream, but where was Jeff?

Jeff ventured, “The same dream, right?  You’re traveling somewhere surrounded by two guys you know and one person you don’t, not even sure if the person is a man or a woman?”  “Yeah, but the other person….even though I don’t really see him? her? seems hostile. And I never know my destination.  In fact, now that I think about it, I don’t even know if I’m in New York or if I’m flying out of it!”  He and Jeff had discussed their future plans on multiple occasions.  Occasionally, they’d engage in daydreaming and what ifs.  Then, too, they often found themselves jotting down ideas, specifics, some possible concrete plans.  Although they’d only met about four months earlier, they tentatively planned to move together.  And somewhere in California or Los Angeles was the destination.  Blaine’s real-life dreams hadn’t changed.  As an only child, he had spent endless hours entertaining himself, dressing up and play acting his favorite characters and cartoons in front of a mirror.  His mom had enrolled him in acting classes when he was 5, partly because of his apparent interest, but even more so he could spend time with children his own age.  And Blaine had never once imagined his future profession as anything other than an actor and/or singer.  When he’d applied at NYADA, part of him had simply taken for granted that Broadway was his heart’s desire, but he soon realized stage acting wasn’t his passion.  Being offered a few roles in commercials to help pay the bills, the camera called his name.  He enrolled in every class NYADA had to offer with regard to TV and film acting, refining his singing voice along the way.  It was a huge risk, but one he had to take.  Which was why when Jeff entered the picture unexpectedly, he had to take a step back.  Taking that risk by himself was one thing, but involving another person’s life in his dreams?  It wouldn’t be fair or right to expect Jeff to follow him to the other side of the country unless it was truly Jeff’s decision.  They’d known from the beginning that neither of them had any desire to make New York City their future home.   But as Jeff had said so many times, his job was a necessity in almost any city.  Surgical PAs were in demand and why not California?  He loved Oklahoma, but had no desire to live there again.  

As cautious as both of them had been, it didn’t take them long to realize that they were in love.  They were both looking for a relationship with a future.  They knew the pitfalls and some of the challenges that lay ahead but Blaine was outgrowing his insecurities.  The counseling, the journaling…..it had literally changed his life.  And Blaine and Jeff were ready to at least try to build a life together.  

Combating the urge to text or call Kurt had at times meant literally sitting on his hands.  In looking back, the new year seemed to hold so much promise, although at the time he’d barely known Jeff for a week.  Sharing the excitement with the person he still considered his best friend?  He wanted to text, “Guess what?” their code for “I have something great to tell you!”  But instead he’d text Jeff or Susan….using them as a substitute until the impulse had passed.  Thanksgiving was now six months and almost a whole season in the past, winter reluctantly giving up its seemingly endless grip as spring’s blossoms unveiled. And the question as to why and what he would gain in reaching out to Kurt remained unanswered.  Jeff had even suggested that he text him, just to touch base, his reasoning being it would be a way to ascertain Kurt’s response.  But touch base about what?  Javi had supplied him with an almost perfect justification – his offer to assist Blaine if his career path led him to sunny California.  In truth, Jeff had gone several rounds with jealousy, envisioning a future contending with the shadow of Kurt.   But with time and a whole helluva lot of frank give-and-take, he concluded that jealousy had no place in their relationship.  His experience with a long-term intimate bond akin to theirs was nonexistent.  Kurt would always be a part of Blaine’s life on some level.  Maybe or maybe not a physical presence, but Kurt was Blaine’s rite of passage to love on every level.  Turning either relationship into something territorial would be the fastest way to destroy what he and Blaine were attempting to build.   And Kurt was in what sounded like a stable relationship and hadn’t been all that keen on renewing a friendship with Blaine anyway.  It would only drag them down if he wasted time being fearful of Blaine’s past.

Finally, after some quiet conversation and reassuring cuddling, sleep reclaimed them.

Javi soberly analyzed the ceiling, the one from his childhood.  After the long-desired but somewhat strained meeting with Rico and Bela, he’d weighed his limited options.  This initial visit had to be on his own terms.  If Bela was there she’d want to act as a go-between; if Rico was there he’d be a distraction, not knowing what attitude he might present at any given moment.  He wanted ample time to spend with his mama, quietly, but adamantly reassuring her nothing and no one would keep them apart again, that he wasn’t “lost” to her anymore.  His father had been polite…cordial…but didn’t take part in the reunion between his son and his wife.  He was present when necessary, but otherwise made himself scarce.  When she wasn’t preparing and serving him appetizing meals reminiscent of his childhood, the same kitchen table that in its day accommodated 10 to 12 people, was overflowing with pictures and scrapbooks that friends had created for her of Javi’s adventurous and successful career.  As any mother would, she asked if there was anyone significant in his life.  He’d smiled at her failed attempt to be furtive and flipped through his phone revealing a photo of Kurt.  Their first evening together in almost 20 years was spent in the sheer joy of being in each other’s company, talking long into the night.  Which led up to where Javi was now….staring at the ceiling, allowing his thoughts to wander where they may.

Rico hadn’t softened much or at least as much as Bela had wished, but he had at least agreed to meet with them again after Javi made his maiden voyage.  And seeing Rico again?  A single weekend simply couldn’t hold 25 years of lost memories.  Javi had welcomed him to his next concert complete with VIP tickets.  Rico was so proud of his little brother…and for reasons that surprised Javi.  Even more than his successful career, he was impressed that Javi finally felt relatively safe coming out of the closet…and even more so about the night his father had unexpectedly shown up at a concert with his brother.  For Javi to not change his show or his stage attire to accommodate Julio’s imposing presence was no small thing and Rico knew it.  Especially when he had been blindsided and then spent a tense weekend in conversation with him.  And for his part, Javi was pleased he had made peace with himself and didn’t even try to convince him to return to Quintana Roo, even for his mama.  The die had been cast and until Rico stopped seeing what was certain to be an extremely emotional reunion as a step backwards, the decision was his alone and his business.  Peace was a precious commodity and not something to put at risk; Javi knew that all too well.

He and Kurt had weathered the past three months relatively well.  The journeys they’d taken together from one southwestern city and on to the arenas in California had truly been a godsend.  At times it had felt like a mobile classroom, not only in perfecting their stagecraft, but also as a way for Kurt to familiarize himself with the inner workings of live concerts and interviews, discovering what it might be like to pursue this way of life as a profession.  And the experience, although fraught with challenges, had been beneficial for them both.  As Kurt’s self-assurance grew so had his autonomy.  As for Javi, he’d had to rediscover the balancing act necessary when traveling and living on the road with your partner.  Oh, they’d had squabbles, but they tried to view them as healthy.  A relationship without arguments, at least in Javi’s mind, usually meant one or the other of them was holding back their true feelings.  And there was a huge difference between compromise and holding your feelings in.  And besides, neither one would deny the healthy benefits of makeup sex, often joking about the need to maintain their health especially living on the road.

Kurt was thrilled!  Burt and Carole had decided to abandon the early spring of Ohio for California at least for a week.  They hadn’t seen each other since Thanksgiving, although they’d kept up their weekly conversations.  Karen had corralled Carole into a day of shopping, although she hadn’t had to exactly twist her arm.  Carole had said they wouldn’t be long, but Kurt knew Karen and Burt knew Carole, so they’d gotten comfortable in the living room to do some serious catching up.  After discussing the latest goings on of his friends in Lima, his relatives and news in general, Burt set down his coffee cup and asked if Kurt had heard from Blaine…and then said, “If you don’t want to talk about this just say so.”  “No, dad, I haven’t heard from Blaine at all.  Is there a reason why I should have?”  “No, not really, but I knew that the possibility of a future connection? friendship? had been left up in the air last year when you were home.  And he called me a couple weeks ago, just wanting to chat, but he obviously had something on his mind.  But first he asked if I minded that he’d called and if it would be okay if he called again.”  “I told him I felt I should discuss it with you, but that I had no objections.  So, how do you feel about that?”  Kurt thought for a minute.  How did he feel about it?  Blaine had always gotten along well with Burt and Burt had actually helped him through some tough times with Blaine’s own family.  Burt burst in on his thoughts, “Would it help to know he’s seeing someone seriously?”  Of course, this was news to Kurt, but he felt a little lighter knowing that.  “Good!  That’s good!  And I don’t see why you shouldn’t talk to him or listen or whatever.  You guys always got along well.  Um, did he say anything about me…or would you rather not say?” “He did ask how you…and Javi were doing, which kind of surprised me.  But I think mostly he was needing someone from “home” to talk to.  He sounds happy, but I kind of wanted to give you a heads up, too, in case he does contact you.” 

“Thanks!  Did he say anything about what he’s planning to do after he graduates?”  Burt knew what he was really asking was if he had plans to move to California.  He had hinted at it, but wasn’t absolutely sure.  “He did mention he plans to move and California was a logical next step….but he wasn’t positive yet.”  Kurt nodded slowly, his gaze resting on his hands, and they turned to other topics of conversation.

Kurt had only had “the dream” four or five times since Thanksgiving, but it rarely deviated – always the same discontented cast of characters.  Always Antonio facing off with what appeared to be a perplexed Blaine and Javi playing the role of Kurt’s guardian.  Mostly, it had just become annoying.  While trying to be attentive to Burt’s comments, the court in his mind was attempting its own personal cross-examination.  If Blaine was seeing someone seriously, what did that mean in terms of the dream?  His thoughts revolved like a merry-go-round, always the same: It’s just a dream, Kurt!  But it’s repetitive, that usually means something!  Uhhh! But I can’t do anything about it!  And now what did this possibly vital alteration in Blaine’s life mean in relation to the dream?  He tried to force the nagging details back into the file folder for dreams in his head where it belonged.  And finally rejoined what had become a one-sided conversation.

But it wasn’t really “the dream” that was on Kurt’s mind the most lately.  It was….other dreams he’d been having.  He’d scrutinized them with his counselor as only Kurt could do, but they still gave rise to an uneasiness, a burden he couldn’t seem to escape.  Of course, he’d had dreams like this lots of times over the years.  Blaine had starred in them before they’d even become a couple; the attraction had been nothing short of immediate for Kurt.  And the dreams changed over time…..sometimes they were locking horns, but mostly they were having sex, and reminiscent of his attraction to Keith?  These dreams gave rise to feelings of guilt.  His counselor told him there were countless reasons and theories about why people have sex dreams about anyone or anything, not just an ex.  They were as common as breathing and dissecting them as if in your own personalized sleep lab sometimes increased their frequency. However, he knew Kurt was a person who liked order.  He liked a context to work from, so he’d given him some of the reasons why it was thought a person had these dreams about a prior relationship.  Unresolved feelings, fear that a new relationship might not succeed, you might not be completely over them, maybe you felt you’d given too much of yourself to your ex and you’re trying to get all of you back or you need to strengthen your relationship with yourself, maybe you miss things from that relationship.  In other words, it could be a number of things and were almost always symbolic.  Just because your ex was metaphorically hiding in your dreams as if waiting for a surprise attack, didn’t mean you wanted them back.  
He’d finally taken his uneasiness to Javi.  If he knew anything by now, it was that he could trust Javi with his feelings and his thoughts, and especially the ones that were hardest to share with anyone but himself.  Javi had handled the conversation in his usual way – listening closely, not interrupting and reading what Kurt had written in his notebook after his sessions with his counselor.  Javi had taken Kurt’s fingers in his, acknowledging the validity of every thought expressed.  “Kurtito, if you’ve been having these dreams since before you and Blaine became a couple, why do you think they should stop now?”  Kurt said, “I don’t think they should stop completely.  But I’ve got you!  I love you!  Why am I dreaming about him?  It’s crazy…”  Javi looked him squarely in the eye and said, “Do you have sex dreams about me?  And be honest.  The answer isn’t all that important to me.”  Kurt didn’t even hesitate, “Well, of course I do!  Don’t you have them about me?”  Javi smiled and nodded, “Yes, mi amor, I do, but I also have them about Tonio, too, and even sometimes people I don’t even know.  I’ve even had sex dreams about women.  They’re just a part of life.  You can’t control your dreams.  Kurtito, your wonderfully analytical mind may be overthinking this.  This may make you more uncomfortable, but would you like to describe one to me?  I’m sure you’ve written some down just to get them out of your head.”  Kurt hesitated, “Hmmm….I…..I don’t know….can I think about it?  I feel so guilty, I guess kind of like being attracted to other guys…if I wasn’t in love with you and knew I could trust you with this stuff, I’d only feel more guilty and I hate it.”  “Kurt, it’s normal to feel guilty, too.  And not only is it normal, but in our society we’re implicitly taught that we should.  Guilt is a powerful motivator and deterrent, mi amor.  Guilt was a guiding force in a good portion of my early life.  Just because you feel something doesn’t mean it’s credible.”  Kurt nodded…..he knew in his head that everything Javi had said made sense….and he sort of wanted to describe the dreams to him, but…..There seemed to be three…or four? different dreams that were tangled, the details changing places as if in a separate flash focus.  But he needed time before he made a decision to share them with his Javi…or at least one particular detail….and if he was going to share them at all, he wasn’t going to hold anything back.  That wasn’t how their relationship worked and thrived, it just wasn’t.

KURT’S SEX DREAMS

CONSEQUENCE – BLAINE & KURT

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Javi was comforted knowing that Burt and Carole would be visiting Kurt while he was in Quintana Roo.  He was hoping their presence would distract Kurt enough so as to focus on their own reunion.  His whole heart went out to his beautiful and sensitive boyfriend.  Sometimes he seemed so fragile, but Javi knew that was far from the truth. 

Kurt’s strength at such a young age at times brought him to silence, to his knees.  He’d lived almost a whole lifetime before he even made it to 20 and he knew Kurt didn’t see it.  Their discussion about guilt, he hoped, had been helpful, but when it came to Blaine, it was hard to know.  

He knew Kurt’s feelings for Blaine were no longer amorous, but he might miss him at times, just as he sometimes found himself nostalgic for Tonio.  Or maybe it was the timing.  At Javi’s suggestion, Kurt had intentionally summoned Blaine into his life a second time.  The hope had been that in seeking answers to what role Kurt might have played in the failure of their relationship, he could close the book on that troubling chapter in his life.  But according to Blaine, Kurt’s role in the breakup had been negligible; Blaine had willingly shouldered all the blame.  And Javi felt no guilt in having initiated that emotional reunion.  It needed to be done.  But, maybe leaving the door open for a rekindling of their friendship hadn’t been the good idea it seemed at the time.  His love for Kurt instinctively created the desire to shield him…and he would help Kurt as much as he could, but he knew sometimes we had to walk the path alone and find the answers for ourselves.

And, 2000 miles south, Javi was taking a similar journey.  No one could help him walk the path back to Quintana Roo.  As a boy, he’d resolutely set his sights on Mexico City with no familial support, and returned a man, hoping to reconcile with the family who’d rejected his chosen path, what he considered his destiny.  He had no control over his father’s feelings or actions or his mother’s for that matter.  He refused to attempt to force a relationship with his papa.  All he could do was meet him where Julio was at, and right now?  It didn’t seem like a relationship based on anything but barely there tolerance was at hand.  Instead, he was investing his heart on the time he was spending with his mama.   Javi soothed her through her repeated apologies and tears, just holding her hand, accepting her promises for healing and a future to their relationship.  She had planned a party at one of the neighbor’s homes in honor of his return.  She, too, was not going to force her husband into a place where he didn’t want to be.  In his mind, at least for now, Julio had done what she’d asked.  Javi would never again make the mistake of letting anyone separate him from his family, and in particular, his mother.  He had dealt with his own guilt issues long ago and wasn’t going to allow unhealthy guilt to rule his life.  His mama even wanted to meet as she called him “your young man.”  How that would be accomplished was still a nebulous thought, but it made him happy.  He would be leaving tomorrow for San Diego, but for now he was in Quintana Roo and would enjoy it as much as he could.  He’d call Kurt later.  Texting all he wanted to say?  He’d rather hear Kurt’s reassuring voice….and he missed him….maybe he’d be in the mood for a play date, he smiled.

Having Burt and Carole there for the week had been a blessing in so many ways.  San Diego was a treat all by itself, especially when Lima, Ohio was your point of reference!  Kurt knew they’d enjoyed the sightseeing, the two-day visit to the zoo, the beach although it was still too cool to go there in swimwear; Burt had chosen a different restaurant every night for the fresh seafood alone.  But what Kurt had enjoyed the most were the hours of unhurried conversation alone with his dad.  He had missed him far more than he realized.  He would always remember the night they broke through the silent barrier when he told his dad he was gay, his frightened teenage mind honestly believing Burt really didn’t know.  Of course he’d known but having Kurt actually voice it and then learning to accept it had finally allowed them to forge an honest relationship, bringing them together as never before.  Why were the hardest things to say often the things that strengthened a bond? 
 

Kurt took a sip of his Diet Coke and reached for his well-worn notebook.  Their visit had also kept his mind off of how much he was missing Javi and the rather pragmatic discussion they’d had not long before he left.  Resting on the couch, the rhythm of recorded rainfall provided a calm for his scattered thoughts.  He was determined that tonight he was going to give it some serious thought.  Turning to the page where he’d carefully written the ideas his counselor had given him about why he might be having these dreams, he studied each one.  Maybe there really wasn’t a reason and maybe they were as common as everyone was saying they were.  It was true, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had them before he met Javi.  And it wasn’t like he hadn’t had sex dreams about other people but they weren’t people he even really thought of as sexy.  He could understand those dreams because they felt like dreams, irrational with no basis in fact.  The dreams about Blaine were always like….his hopes for them before they became a couple.  And after?  It was almost always about something they’d done or talked about doing in bed.  When they’d broken up, during the two years between that and meeting Javi, when he had the dreams, he didn’t feel guilty, he felt angry at himself.  And yes, he knew in his head that he couldn’t control them, but he didn’t want to think he wasn’t over Blaine.  But once he’d met Javi?  It wasn’t like he had them more or less frequently, he just had them, and now it made him feel guilty, and he was tired of it, very tired of it.

He looked over the list of possibilities Dr. Mason had given him.  He’d even found a few more on Google, but for now he’d work with what he had in front of him.  Unresolved feelings…..hmmm.  Well?  The door for a potential friendship had been left open but then he’d heard nothing and he certainly wasn’t going to be the one to knock on the door first…and now Blaine was in a serious relationship so maybe that didn’t interest him anymore.  He wouldn’t call that having unresolved feelings.  He was willing to at least examine the idea again but he wasn’t going to initiate it.  If he were to pick a word to describe his feelings for Blaine now, most of the time the word indifferent came to mind.

Was he afraid that his new relationship with Javi might not succeed?  How could he?  After all of the safeguards and work they’d put into making sure their love did succeed could he possibly believe it might not?  Although it seemed ridiculous, he had to give it some serious consideration. They’d just weathered three months of an upside down relationship probably learning more about each other than they had in any of their prior months together.  Javi wasn’t here….so was there any fear about that?  Any insecurity?  No, he felt very secure in their relationship.  He felt more loved than he ever had in his entire life.

He didn’t believe for even a second that he wasn’t completely over Blaine.  Not one particle of his being had any desire to try again and not just because he had the relationship he had with Javi.  He knew he was no longer in love with Blaine nor did he love him in a romantic sense.  


He’d been working very hard to strengthen his relationship with himself, harder than he’d ever worked in his life and he was actually very proud of the progress he’d made.  Was he trying to get all of himself back?  Probably in some respects…but yes, quite honestly he felt that he had given more of himself to their relationship than Blaine had.  But was that really true or was it just the way he saw things?  Blaine had already said Kurt had not been at fault for their breakup in any way.  But did that really mean he’d given more than Blaine?  He put an asterisk next to that to discuss with Dr. Mason later.

That left missing things about their relationship.  He didn’t miss things about their sex life, although it had been very good; it always had been.  But his sex life now was off the charts good and he didn’t just think about it as their sex life, but their love life.  Everything about life with Javi seemed to blend into a whole, not a bunch of compartments.  If he missed anything about their relationship it would be their friendship.  Sometimes he could even see himself telling Blaine about his life now and how they’d laugh or get into some silly conversation about a serious topic.  But he had so many friends now, and Adam was his best friend, Javi was his lover and his best friend, too.  Maybe he just missed Blaine’s personality, his company?  He put an asterisk next to that, too.

And then he set it aside, feeling that at least he might have some answers to why, if not answers to what to do about it.  

Jeff sat down with his glass of beer; he liked to think of himself as a bit of a connoisseur.  He shuffled through the videos that Blaine had offered him, seemingly unworried about what their impact might be on their budding relationship.  It was his philosophy that the best course of action was to tackle a potential obstacle head on.  Blaine didn’t have the advantage of observing Jeff with past significant others, except perhaps in a handful of saved photos, but with his newfound intuition and awareness thanks to counseling, Blaine had proposed it might be advantageous for Jeff to view he and Kurt singing duets.  He’d also suggested that he google Javi.  This recurring dream thing was prompting some unrest in Jeff, not so much for himself but for Blaine.  Although the four months they’d known each other didn’t exactly constitute an eternity, he was in love with Blaine and he was certain Blaine felt the same.  What had existed between Kurt and Blaine had been the topic of what seemed like a perpetual conversation.  Blaine’s heart was determined to never replicate his past blunders or wound another person the way he had Kurt.  Jeff’s past relationships gave him no point of reference when comparing them to Blaine and Kurt.  What Blaine and Kurt had had was…..life-changing.  It was one of those relationships that came only maybe once in a person’s lifetime, if at all.  And Jeff respected that.  

After they’d met, Jeff was surprised at how open and honest Blaine had been with him about the fact that he was in counselling, describing his relationships with his father, Kurt and even Kurt’s father.  For someone so young, Blaine was carrying a lot of baggage, hoping to get rid of it in counselling.  Blaine had told him up front that he was looking for a lasting relationship and was adamant about not repeating the mistakes he’d made with Kurt.  He’d even talked about the possibility of at least renewing a friendship with him and maybe even Kurt’s new boyfriend, Javi.  And Jeff had tried to be equally honest.  He, too, was looking for a lasting relationship, so when Blaine told him that, he had to really take time to think.  He asked Blaine questions about why he wanted a friendship with Kurt.  Blaine had said, “He wasn’t just my first love, he was my best friend.  And I threw all of that away.  Honestly, I miss our friendship.  I know I’ll never be the person he tells everything to….not ever again and that’s my fault.  Jeff, I don’t want Kurt back, even if he weren’t already with someone else.  It took Kurt two years to let anyone in after what I did.  I can’t change what I put him through much as I’d like to.  Sometimes I don’t know what I’m looking for with Kurt but I know it’s not romantic.  You are the best thing that’s happened to me since I made such a mess of my life.  I’m trying to put it back together the right way and I want you to be a part of that….if you want to be.”

And Jeff did want to be.  But to do that he now felt he needed to see for himself, especially since Blaine felt it would be beneficial, and the fact that Blaine felt secure with this meant a lot to Jeff.  He’d seen pictures of Kurt, of course, but never of he and Blaine together.  And he knew nothing about Javi or Mateo.  And now here he was, part of him wanting to leave it alone, another part thinking if he had more pieces of the puzzle that constituted Blaine’s past he might be able to help or at least gain some deeper understanding.

It didn’t take long for him to see with his own eyes what had existed between them.  If the chemistry they had on stage held true in their real life relationship, they were as connected as two humans could possibly be.  Not only that, they had fantastic acting abilities.  Before Jeff had met Blaine, his knowledge of singing and acting was limited to movies, TV and mostly the music he’d grown up with in Oklahoma.  He’d seen Blaine in a few productions at NYADA, gaining an understanding of why Blaine felt his future lay in California.  Blaine hadn’t sugar-coated the difficulties of making it in Hollywood.  The possibilities were endless, but that worked both ways.  Blaine had also been honest about the fact that if Javi was still willing to help him in any way he could, he couldn’t pass up that offer, which of course would then naturally link them in some way to Kurt.  Yes, it was complicated, but what relationship wasn’t?

Okay, he had the whole afternoon to himself.  Might as well move on to Javi and maybe Mateo.  He didn’t know how important knowing about the group was.  He’d just have to see what he found.  He began with Wikipedia just for background information and then moved on to some of the songs mentioned there.  Jeff wasn’t exactly fluent in Spanish, but growing up in Oklahoma provided more opportunity to learn the language than in some other states in the US.  But you didn’t have to know Spanish to recognize talent.  Javi could go from a ballad to powerhouse rock all in the same show.  Which led to his curiosity about Mateo; why was Javi a solo artist now?  After narrowing his search it didn’t take long to find the articles about Antonio’s tragic death and a little bit about what had happened to the group with such a great loss.  And after watching a few of their videos, he suspected there had been something between Antonio and Javi.  Blaine had never mentioned Antonio, but…..

Kurt heard his phone ping and picked it up with one eye on the TV.  He laughed when he saw the message, “Hey there loverboy!  What are you wearing? I have someone here who’d like to play with you.”  He typed quickly, “Ohhhh mi Javi what do you want me to be wearing?  Or maybe you meant what am I not wearing? And who’s my playmate?  My gatito????”  “Si but he’s been away so long he’s turned into a big hungry lion just waiting to come home and eat you up.  But in the meantime, how about a snack?”  Kurt clicked off the TV and typed, “Call me ����!”

A few days before the journey that would lead Javi into the mist of his past that was Quintana Roo he and Kurt had met each other in the weight room, but a workout, or at least by the standard definition of workout, wasn’t really their motive for being there.  Their plan was their own private photo shoot, capturing each other working out for their away from home fantasies (aka Invasion of the Body Snatchers kits).  One of their favorite pastimes was working out together.  Not only could they spot each other but they could encourage each other as well.  And, then, there were the mirrored walls, allowing them to observe themselves….and each other.

It had all started out innocently enough, snapping photos of each other in sexy, saucy poses, with and without weight equipment, clothed, unclothed.  But after lifting a few weights and posing on some of the equipment, a mini-workout all by itself, they finished slightly winded, their skin steamy and beaded with sweat.   Javi was fond of bean bag chairs.  They took up minimal space and were scattered throughout the house, creating an atmosphere of multipurpose comfort in every room.  And as Kurt plopped down in one of the chairs, he closed his eyes, wiping his brow with a towel, still catching his breath.  “I think I’m ready for a shower!” he said as he exhaled.  

Javi knelt on the floor facing the cushy chair.  His golden brown chest slick with sweat, he slithered up Kurt’s body, kissing the cleft in his chin that he found so irresistible and then peppered his kisses along his jawline, murmuring, “Would that be a cold shower, mi amor?  Because I’m thinking don’t bother….we can take a warm one later, si?”  Kurt laughed, raising his chin, exposing his neck to Javi’s kisses, and said, “And once “we” are in that warm shower do you really think “we” won’t be in the same situation we’re in right now?”  “Does it matter, mi amor?  You have something against this situation all of a sudden?  I thought you liked this situation…and I’m going to be gone for almost a whole week..”  He said, flattening himself against Kurt’s body, glistening with sweat, loving the tanginess of Kurt’s sweat on his tongue.  Kurt tilted his head back just a little more, “No need to beg….although it’s always music to my ears,”  Kurt said, his voice tremulous, “you had me back at cold shower….”

Skating upward, his lips found Kurt’s.  Kurt draped his arms around Javi’s neck, tasting the perspiration as they exchanged their shamelessly passionate kisses. Sometimes, Kurt just couldn’t get enough of this man…the man who was exploring his mouth with the salty tip of his tongue, tickling the roof of his mouth, dancing the tango with Kurt’s in an endless French kiss, then attacking Kurt’s lips until it felt like the sum total of their bodies was their mouths, their lips clinging to each other, Kurt unable to control his involuntary moan.  Kurt’s nimble fingers followed his imagination; his fingertips skimming Javi’s back as far as he could reach, then grazing his nails upwards, enjoying Javi’s groan against his lips, “ahhhh, mi Kittito….I love it when you let the tiger in you come out to play….don’t stop..don’t stop….harder mi amor…..”  While Javi rubbed his clothed cock rhythmically against Kurt’s belly and chest, Kurt slid both of his hands under the waistband of Javi’s workout shorts, hastily pushing them down, scratching and kneading his firm ass, as Javi raised himself up enough for Kurt to push the shorts down over Javi’s thighs. Slick with sweat, Javi relaxed onto Kurt’s body once more, lost in the feel of his hard-on sliding over Kurt’s torso.  Kurt’s pulsating grip on his butt cheeks combined with the pleasure-pain caused by his relentless fingernails…..was driving him wild!  Between breaths, he raised up again, disengaging Kurt’s fingers and turning himself so he was facing Kurt’s lower body and swiftly pushed Kurt’s shorts down.  Catching sight of Kurt’s readiness only made him want him more….right now more!  

Kurt’s movement was now restricted beneath Javi, so when Javi wrapped a hand around his hard prick….it was like a power surge jetting from his core, traversing his legs and ending in his feet.  He was at Javi’s mercy but his wide open relaxing legs and the hands that grasped Javi’s waist didn’t care. He’d long ago discovered that wishing you weren’t at Javi’s mercy, deliciously defenseless, naked and vulnerable? was sort of like wishing….for an exit seat at a concert when you could be enjoying it from the front row.  All he felt were those expert fingers playing over his lower body as if it was a music score Javi had memorized, strumming his stiff cock like a guitar.  “Javi…..oh god…..yesssss……yessss… ..”.and then he felt the smooth head of Javi’s stiffness against his own.  For a few agonizing minutes he ran his fingers lightly over both of them…..the very tip…the ridge around the head….just the head….something he’d never done before.  The world disappeared, the intimacy exquisitely unbearable and all he could do was murmur Javi’s name, arching against his body as he came hard and fast, still begging Javi for more..not even sure of what…..but Javi wasn’t done….no….not done…he massaged the warm cum over his hard-on and still holding he and Kurt head to head, he leaned forward slightly arranging himself in a more comfortable position.  He took a moment to savor the pleasure…the sensitivity of their bodies touching so intimately….rubbing the tip of his prick over Kurt’s over and over…inseparable if for only a few moments. He reached for one of Kurt’s hands, kissing it….placing it over his own, securing them together. Out of breath, he whispered, “Mi amor…..I’ve never wanted….or loved anyone like I…do..you….never….ever.. ..,” and using their joined hands, he came, his mind exploding into a thousand fragments of Kurt’s face.

As Kurt waited for Javi’s call, those words continued to circle his mind, a few tears sliding over his smile, and the talk they’d had following.  As they cuddled in the beanbag chair returning to reality, Javi took Kurt’s face gently into his hand so he could look into his crystalline eyes.  “Mi Kurtito…..I meant what I said….it wasn’t just careless words in the heat of the moment.  I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long….but I didn’t think you’d believe me.” Kurt was silent for a long time, the only sound their breathing, “But what about Tonio?  I mean…”  Javi buried his face in Kurt’s neck, whispering against his salty skin, “Of course I wanted him….and I loved him very much…but it’s different with us.  Tonio and I?  How to explain.  We weren’t on equal footing.  Had he lived, maybe we would have been….someday, but much as we complemented each other…he was….um, the profesor, the lider…sorry, the teacher and leader…the dominant personality?  You….we….I don’t feel that way with you, mi amor.  I feel….this is something people say all the time but…being with you I feel complete.. concrete….he and I?  The Sun and the Moon?  The moon is dependent upon the sun….but the sun is not dependent upon the moon.  As much as we loved and wanted each other…I never felt like Tonio needed me as much as I needed him.  With you?  We don’t just complement each other…it’s like we are each other….not like codependent…we just are….am I making any sense?”  Kurt had listened carefully and he understood what Javi was saying….but he couldn’t put it into words either.  What he felt for Javi was….amplified.  He knew what loving, wanting and needing a person felt like, but this was different somehow.  None of those feelings were unhealthy.  They just….were.  They had nothing to do with what he’d felt for Blaine and apparently had nothing to do with how Javi had felt about Antonio.  Kurt pulled Javi’s warmth closer, knowing, as seemed to be the case so often, anything he said would never be enough, “Mi Javito, I don’t think there’s a language for us yet.”

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 65 FOUR IS COMPANY

CHAPTER 65 – FOUR IS COMPANY

The days of January had swirled around them like a 30-day ride on a merry-go-round, blurring and blending into each other like each turn of a carnival ride. Moving Kurt’s remaining belongings from the loft to the house took little time, Adam and Ethan contributing to the effort, with Kurt and Javi returning the favor. Javi’s upcoming tour had required a handful of day trips to LA. As per usual, it was a work in progress. Sifting through each detail repeatedly, knowing that within the next minute all of their laborious organizing and planning could deconstruct, leaving them with the task of damage control. The tour itself would encompass about four months, February through mid-May, wending its way through Latin America and the southwestern US. It could wreak havoc on their relationship if they allowed it. Pilots and flight attendants would become his new best friends, the skies between his latest engagement and San Diego his lifeline to Kurt. If all went as planned, they would only be separated three of four days at a time. And working around Kurt’s projected schedule, the dates in the US would allow for Kurt to perform Click with him as he had in New Mexico. And ever since his father’s jolting appearance in Monterrey, the tug of Quintana Roo toyed with his heart, knowing his mama was anticipating a visit. He was making tentative plans with Bela….torn between his mama and his desire to leave the memories of Quintana Roo contained in a box in his mind labelled Do Not Open.

Surveying his house one sunny morning, Javi turned to Kurt and said, “Mi amor, before we start carting in all of your worldly possessions, I want you to feel like this house is your home and how about if we start with your bedroom?” Kurt chuckled, taking another bite of toast, “my bedroom? It’s more like a king-size storage closet. Isn’t giving me my own bedroom kind of a step backwards?” he smiled. “No! You don’t have to sleep in there, silly man. You could even remove the bed. But you need some place to be alone with your thoughts….to escape.” When Kurt attempted to protest, Javi raised his hand, “I know you don’t think you need that, but you do and you will. And….I want you to decorate it to suit you.” Ah! Creating his own private work of art? Now that he could get into. “And if you have any ideas for redecorating the rest of the place?….just don’t surprise me with a new stainless steel kitchen or something when I get home from who knows where; let’s talk about it first.” More than anything he wanted Kurt to think of this house as theirs, no longer Javi’s, but theirs. And, Javi reasoned, it would give Kurt something else to focus on when he was gone, something for them, not just a way to avoid thinking about Javi’s absence.

And they needed to be ready to adapt emotionally. Being apart wasn’t a new experience, but this particular scenario was as yet untested. Javi would be spending the next four months airport to airport, hotel to hotel, the travel and performances turning any semblance of a schedule upside down. He knew the rigors of it well, but of course Kurt didn’t and couldn’t be expected to understand the toll it took on your entire being. How it could wear on even the best of relationships. They couldn’t prepare for every eventuality, but being aware of what to expect was a necessity. The rollercoaster ride of changing time zones, flights, transforming himself for the sake of his fans, and never giving less than his best for his own sake very rarely halted long enough for his equilibrium to catch up. Only a year ago, Mexico City would be his welcome home, his downtime a mixture of sleep, unwinding from his yoyo existence, socializing if and when he felt like it. Returning to San Diego was sort of like reprogramming a GPS, constantly recalculating as they maneuvered a new route through their partnership. Kurt would be waiting and his wants and needs deserved consideration. And Kurt’s awareness and expectations needed to be as informed as possible, Javi’s downtime a precious commodity for both of them. Often, that downtime was just a short breather, nothing more than preparation for the next show.

What was he doing, staring off into space curled up into a ball of concentration on the couch, now aware of the stinging pins and needles in his legs? Changing positions, he stretched his legs out full length and laid his head on his favorite pillow on the couch. Here was where he could almost always be found when Javi was gone. And he was….gone, that is. Keeping in touch hadn’t been an issue. They had the gauntlet of Facetime, Skype, calling and texting mastered. If nothing else, Kurt received a good night or good morning text replete with Javi’s favorite emojis……..but, what was he going to do? The ceiling hadn’t changed nor had it provided any new revelations since the last time he’d looked at it and he sighed again. The day after tomorrow might as well have been next Christmas. And if hopping a plane to Peru was a viable option he was certain he’d do it despite Javi’s protests. Agonizing over it wasn’t an answer, but….well, he’d thought about opening up to Adam, after all he was his best friend, but besides being private…and just a bit embarrassing, it wasn’t the way he and Javi had agreed to approach….this situation. He’d divulged it to his notebook, but that had only helped in that it opened his mind enough to consider all sides…and honestly, how many ways were there to say it? Facetime and Skype were just what the doctor ordered for a whole host of conversations, but this topic demanded only one setting, face to face. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Too bad he wasn’t a computer, control/alt/delete could work its magic shutting down the thoughts frozen in his brain, allowing him to simply refresh. After all, nothing had happened, not really…and where had he heard those words before? He didn’t even have to raise the question of what Javi would do, but….this was a ballgame he’d never played. How would he handle this if he wasn’t with Javi? He’d probably say nothing like he wanted to right now and let it all pass, like he had in his relationship with Blaine. After all, what good would it have done to tell him? It would go away….well, it WOULD go away, but it was something he’d always remember….and why was that? It wasn’t like the incidents were remembered as some turning point, only something like a….what might have been. He’d even had what seemed like a sensible conversation with his counselor about the manner in which he and Javi would handle this inevitability. Now, it all seemed ridiculous! Resisting had never been that hard for Kurt….and the feeling always went away, but the memory of those short encounters? He still remembered every one of them.

He’d practically committed to memory the sound reasoning that was the bedrock of their agreement on what was necessary, but Kurt knew even then he would feel uncomfortable when the time came. In theory, of course it made sense, but he’d never had to put this into practice. And a part of him was sure he’d never feel this way again, not with Javi in his life; he loved him like he loved his next breath. But…..he would tell him; there was absolutely no other option. Yes, he’d known it would be uncomfortable, but the thought of not keeping his word was not only uncomfortable, but unacceptable.

Why hadn’t he just curled up on the couch and watched a movie? Because he didn’t want to tell Javi that he’d hibernated for the three days he’d been away. Keeping to himself, counting the hours until Javi whooshed back into his life? His exact words being, “Mi Kurtito, I want your love, not your total dependence, and you don’t want that either, not from either of us. It’s not healthy and will only lead to resentment.” As Javi had said, they loved each other, but they were separate personalities and needed to act as such, so when Ethan and Adam had asked him to go out with them, he decided it was a good time to test his own waters. He didn’t have to work that night and he had nothing pressing to do, no homework that couldn’t wait. Dinner and some drinks sounded tame enough and fun!

Following a meal that even Chef Adam approved of, they’d made their way to The Rafters. Lately, he and Javi had been making it a point to drop in, usually once a week, so Kurt felt at ease there, and it wasn’t like he was flying solo. Not that he’d go there or to any bar stag, it just wasn’t Kurt and probably never would be. He made the rounds, freely giving his time and attention to the friends and acquaintances he knew he’d find here, answering their questions about Javi’s whereabouts. It was a foregone conclusion that to see Kurt without Javi, at least at The Rafters, had to mean he wasn’t in San Diego. The booths were more inviting than a table, so the three of them had found a booth, settling into easy conversation, bringing themselves up to speed about life, school, work, the usual chatter between friends. Their moving weekend had been the last time they’d touched base in between toting boxes and furniture, grabbing a quick lunch at When the Bars Close. Adam had honestly been surprised when Ethan asked him to move in! They’d exchanged stories, joking around about what they should be giving to Goodwill but were choosing to keep instead. Oh! There was John! Adam waved him over to their corner booth. Who was his companion and why were they in formal wear? Certainly not for an evening making the rounds at The Rafters. “Hey, where have you been, a funeral?” Ethan asked. John laughed, “Depends on how you look at it, but, no, a wedding….um, this is my cousin, Keith.” After making further introductions, Adam invited the two to join them, so John took a seat next to Adam and Keith slid into the booth as Kurt made room for him. Gesturing to one of the waitstaff, they ordered more drinks.

The good-natured conversation drifted from one topic to another. Keith had chosen to drive the 1500 plus miles between Springfield, Missouri and San Diego. Never having traveled any farther west than Colorado or south than Oklahoma, the desert landscape of New Mexico and Arizona appealed to him. TAS, a continuing theme running through their typical table talk, piqued Keith’s curiosity. Since Kurt was sitting right next to him, they fell into an easy conversation about his classes, how much longer he had to go, what he might do afterwards, and Kurt, for his part asked about Keith’s life in Springfield. Keith was a musician, singer and actor, always finding work at Silver Dollar City in the spring to fall months as well as a variety of venues in the Ozarks and Kansas City. He was only 22 so he wasn’t really sure where his future led. School had been a consideration, but his career had jumpstarted itself at the age of 16, opening doors in the comparatively small sphere of entertainment that was what some called the Missouri Triangle, Silver Dollar City/the Ozarks/Kansas City. Keith told his story with such flair and humor, engaging Kurt’s attention and then turning the spotlight on Kurt, his interest genuine. The two had been so absorbed in their two-sided conversation, John, Ethan and Adam had faded into the background and when Kurt’s attention returned to his surroundings, he furtively glanced around the booth. Had no one else noticed? Apparently, not! Their lighthearted banter revolved around some concert they’d recently attended together.

Suddenly, Kurt felt self-conscious and uneasy. He took a sip of his drink, attempting to look at Keith from under his eyelashes. He saw a hint of Blaine in some ways, his coloring, his black curly hair….like Javi’s, too. And he felt something….something he didn’t want to feel, like static electricity. And the more he tried not to look and not to feel, the more he couldn’t deny it….and didn’t like it. And Keith’s interest was just short of transparent. Even if Kurt was only imagining it, he felt like he was under the watchful eyes of those who knew Javi as “an honorary citizen of San Diego.” Hoping he wasn’t being too obvious, he attempted to use music as a way to turn the conversation around to relationships, drawing his attention to a wall full of autographed faces, one of them being Javi’s, explaining the reason why he was on his own tonight. Keith politely inquired about Javi’s career, asking Kurt a little bit about what life was like living with a celebrity. And Keith said, “I’ve been dating someone for about a month….not sure where it’s headed….” his voice trailed off. The awkwardness heavy in the air, Kurt decided going to the restroom might be a good idea, until he had to get out of the booth, Keith getting up so he could, but their hands accidently touching in the process. The shock was brief, but powerful. Thank God no one else was in the restroom! Fighting for composure, he took some deep breaths, patting his cheeks with some cool water..silently repeating all he could remember of their conversations about this. Although the idea of escaping through an alleyway door was enticing, it was also ridiculous. Kurt plastered what he hoped didn’t appear to be a nervous smile on his face and instead of climbing over Keith again, took his place on the outer edge and retrieving his drink, careful not to “accidentally” come in contact with Keith a second time. As closing time approached, the group made their way outside, each going their separate ways, but the ghost of Keith and the unwanted feelings he’d fostered hadn’t changed and he’d enjoyed his company too much for his own comfort. And on top of that he felt guilty….and confused….and angry at himself, all the while hearing Javi’s voice telling him all the reasons he shouldn’t. At least he could take some comfort in the fact that he wouldn’t be seeing Keith again.

In just a handful of hours Javi would be home, dropping his luggage at the door, always seeking Kurt out even if he had to wander the house from one end to the other, his arms open just to wrap him in a silent hug, his embrace speaking for him. Despite Kurt’s desire to get this dilemma off his chest, thinking he might burst if he didn’t, assaulting him with the details of what for Kurt would be a major discussion wasn’t how he wanted to greet him. Whenever possible, he did his utmost to create a favorite meal and a soothing, serene atmosphere. Sometimes he’d arrive home looking and feeling exhausted and all they’d do was get comfortable and talk about their days between, other times he’d arrive hyper, hungry and horny….Kurt laughed to himself. He had to be prepared for either eventuality. So, knowing that at the very least he’d be hungry, he assembled the fresh vegetables for a salad and removed the salmon from the fridge, his plan being simple and healthy, one of Javi’s problems on the road – trying to maintain a healthy diet.

Their bedroom was also the focus of Kurt’s attention. Candlelit, a varied choice of musical styles available, warm towels, lavender and Sauvage body wash, occasionally a bottle of wine chilling on the largest dresser, softly scented oil, clean linens and a velvet comforter, all waiting to greet him – accommodating the flip side of hungry. Mastering the art of massage had become one of his goals, just for times like these. And while browsing the net in search of unique and signature ideas to transform his own room to reflect his personality, he’d stumbled upon sites that whet his creativity – fantasy rooms. Much as he missed Javi, he adored welcoming him home.

And then….there he was! Home, home, home, dropping his bags at the front door and wrapping his arms around Kurt, that laugh like a high note to Kurt’s day. “Oh, Kurtito! It smells so good in here! And you, mi bebe, are a sight for my sore eyes! Do I have time for a shower?” “Only if you take it alone,” Kurt said, smiling and kissing him lightly on the lips, “Well, then turn the oven off by all means….” Kurt chuckled, “Go take your shower, you’re here and we have all the time in the world.” Javi kissed him back, battling a tug-of-war between staying right where he was in Kurt’s arms and the invitation of a refreshing shower, the shower winning. Kurt watched him trudge down the hall, already removing clothing as he went. The deep red china glistened in the flicker of candlelight. The salmon was almost ready. The lemon rice simmered. Kurt took his place at the table, closing his eyes, taking in his surroundings utilizing all of his senses, content.

His eyes still shut, the enticing scent of Sauvage body wash tickled Kurt’s nose, and he opened his eyes. Javi arrived in the kitchen wearing only a pair of shorts, surrounded by a cloud of Sauvage, carelessly putting his body on display, his curls bouncing. “Mi amor, you smell as appetizing as I hope dinner will be.” Javi slid a finger lightly over Kurt’s lips and said, “Perhaps I can be dessert?” Taking in Javi’s well-toned physique, how could he even….? No, no point in going there. Javi was here now and he wanted to give him his full attention. In his case, absence really did make the heart grow fonder….but if that was so, why…? “So, tell me all about Peru,” and as Kurt listened, occasionally nodding or commenting when Javi would say he wished Kurt had been there for this or that….and then promising that someday his wish would become reality, that Kurt would be wherever there was. Javi had seconds and thanked Kurt for his labors, toasting him with the fruity red wine and his glass of sparkling water. When hungry had been satisfied, Kurt shooed Javi into the media room, saying, “Make yourself at home, Javito. After all, it is your home, remember?” The time it took to clear the table and put the kitchen in order was a respite, allowing Kurt to compose his thoughts, torn between the dueling of let’s get this over with and it can wait. Of the many things he’d never done before, this was proving to be one he dreaded the most…then chastising himself, hearing the words Javi had spoken so many times, “I’d rather have you tell me beforehand and not afterwards when the damage is already done.”

Carrying two wine goblets with him, he tried to relax into the couch beside Javi. Opening his eyes, his smile meant only for Kurt, he raised his glass this time toasting the comforts of home, he sipped the wine, then placed it on a coaster. Wedging Kurt into the shelter of his arm and kissing his hair, he sighed. “How did I ever live without you, mi Kurtito? You make me almost want to give up my career and become a kept man.” Kurt laughed, “I think it might be a tad hard being a kept man on what I make at the boutique.” “What? We can’t live on love?” “Not if you’re going to eat like you did tonight!”

” But now, your turn! What mischief have you been up to the last few days?” Kurt got quiet and burrowed himself a little closer under Javi’s arm, wishing he’d chosen another description for his behavior besides mischief. “Oh, nothing terribly earth shattering. I went out with Adam and Ethan one night….to dinner and then to The Rafters for a while.” He got quiet again, not knowing where to start, “Good, mi amor! I’m glad you’re not just vegetating here while I’m gone. Was it fun? Where did you eat?” “Yeah, of course, of course it was fun….but…” Kurt took a breath, “Mi Javi, I um….” Javi pulled him closer and kissed his head again, “Okay, mi amor, what? What is it?” “Well….there was someone there….I mean it was no big deal….” “So if it was no big deal….bebe, stop, you know you can tell me….if you’re struggling this hard….well it was obviously some sort of deal…” “I met someone that I really liked….not exactly liked I guess….he was cute….” Javi knew what was coming or what he hoped was coming…and as much as he wanted to help Kurt out he knew he couldn’t, not this time….he had to do it all on his own. “And….well he lives in Missouri so it doesn’t matter anyway….” But this was definitely where Javi had to step in, “Kurt, it doesn’t matter if he lives next door or in China….what matters is….” Kurt stepped in then, “how I handled it, right?” “Yeah exactly.” “And this is how I’m handling it….trying to tell you…..god! I hate this! Why would I want….I mean, not want….” “Oh, mi Kurtito, of course you mean want….I know we’ve talked about it but this is the first time you’ve ever told anyone….I know. So, tell me how you feel now first, si?” “Guilty and mad at myself and stupid….” Javi sat up straight and gathered Kurt into his arms, “I can tell you a million times you shouldn’t feel that way, but it’s not going to change how you feel. It’s something you need to learn…we need to learn together. So what you’re trying to say is you were physically attracted to him, si? And it scared you, si? Or maybe I’m putting words in your mouth. Mi amor, tell me, tell me about him, about what you felt, what you feel now. But first tell me, nothing happened between you…except that you were attracted to each other. If you can tell me that, then…everything’s okay. Really! So?”

“No, nothing happened and I know what we’ve said before….but Javi…..okay, I’ll tell you, but it feels really weird and….” “Just pretend I’m a friend and you met someone you’re attracted to. I’m not going to be mad or jealous…you love me, not him, so why should I be? So try, mi amor, what did he look like?” Kurt stumbled at first, but finally found some firm footing. “Okay, he sort of reminded me of Blaine, his coloring…..and he had curly hair like yours…and Blaine’s…..and hazel eyes…..” “So what attracted you most or what did you notice first?” “Um….” Kurt started to blush and Javi took his hand, kissed it and then kissed his lips…. “Kurtito, it’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay, you’re sitting here with me….if you were in Missouri I’d be concerned….” “His lips. He had….” Kurt sighed and looked at the ceiling, “Okay, bebe, I’m sorry. That wasn’t a fair question. I’ve tortured you enough. And I understand what you’re feeling. The first time I did this with Tonio? Oh, Dios mi! I felt so guilty. I’d finally gotten over the false guilt of being gay and in a relationship with Tonio….those “sin” lectures from when I was a kid? It seemed like everything was a sin, and being gay one of the sins to end all sinning! And even though we’d talked about this just like you and I have? I had a hard enough time telling Tonio how I felt about him, never mind some guy I’d randomly been attracted to.”

“Let me tell you something that I intended to tell you when the time was right and if a time was right this is it. Remember when I was watching some of your videos and I took a few new ones with me to Mexico City? Maybe you don’t. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what I saw on a couple of the videos I watched. You were dancing and singing, of course, and with another guy….not Blaine. I can’t remember his name, he was tall, had black hair, wore makeup?” “Elliott? You must mean Elliott.” “That sounds right. Anyway, when I watched it I wondered if at the time you’d been attracted to him. It was when you were with Blaine, I’m sure. And the reason I wondered was because I certainly was! Talk about hot! But I knew it was purely physical and would disappear. I’d never meet him and even if I did I wouldn’t act on it. And then I guess I forgot about it. Otherwise, I would have said something, I promise. Oh, Kurt, come here.” Kurt curled up in his arms again, “I love you….so much, Javi. I hate feeling this way.” And they were quiet for awhile, just holding each other, listening to the comfort of their own breathing, until finally Javi said, “Do you remember how I told you these attractions could work to our advantage?” “Yeah, but…I feel better just telling you about it; I’m okay now that you know.”

“If you don’t want to do this, it’s perfectly okay, but I’d like to try it at least once. It doesn’t have to be this time…because there will be a next time for both of us. Let me just explain and see what you think.” Kurt looked up into Javi’s eyes. His eyes were so honest and he loved him and them so deeply. He couldn’t resist playing with the earring that bore his initial and drawing Javi’s face to his for an upside down kiss before he started to say whatever he was going to say, “I love you, Javi, Javito, mi Javier Ramos Ruiz.” Javi returned his kiss, realizing just how much he wanted and needed this man. “Now, tell me what it is I don’t have to do, but probably will,” Kurt laughed.

“It’s just a little role playing is all. I know you did that with Blaine because you told me so…and in this situation it can work in any number of ways, but here’s just a suggestion. Since we have an instance here of a dual attraction, you could pretend I’m….what was his name?” “Keith.” Okay, you pretend I’m Keith and I pretend you’re Elliott.” “At the same time?” “Yeah, that way you don’t feel guilty or weird pretending I’m somebody else and I don’t feel that way either. We’ll both be somebody else! Now, say it was just me attracted to Elliott. You’d be Elliott and I’d be me and the same would go for you, I’d be Keith. I know at first it sounds kind of….uncomfortable? Mi bebe, all we’re dealing with here is insecurities, yours and mine. The only reason I might feel more at ease with it is because it’s no longer new to me. I’ve done it a few times. If nothing else it’s interesting and a little off-the-wall. If we try it and you absolutely hate it, there are other ways to deal with attractions, but in my experience, this is the simplest way. And if we aren’t together when it happens……like in this case? There’re always the ways we already deal with distance. Next time, hopefully you’ll feel safe just telling me at the time.”

“Hmmm….can I think about it?” Kurt asked. “Of course, mi amor, of course.” Past midnight, jet lag and the whirlwind pace of shuffling his persona like a deck of cards from Javi to JAVI and back again was catching up with him. Tenderly touching Kurt’s cheek, then taking his hand, he invited him back to their bedroom. With the sound of Kurt showering and humming as background music, Javi let his shorts slide to the floor, and gratefully slid under the covers. Kurt’s hopelessly romantic side always revealed itself when Javi was coming home and he loved him all the more for it. Burying his face in the scent of clean linens, the lighting almost hypnotizing, a velvet comforter, even wine chilling….but he was already sleepy from the little he’d had earlier. Done with his shower, Kurt got under the covers cuddling up at Javi’s side and Javi drawing him closer as if each were the other’s lifeline. “Every time I come home I can’t imagine how I can stand being away from you, bebe. If we didn’t have modern technology I’d have to give up my career….or turn you into MY kept man, make you drop out of school and pack you in my suitcase taking you everywhere I went.” “Wouldn’t that be breaking your “never in Mexico” rule?..and I kinda like that idea.” “Oh, no! You’re not dropping out. You’re almost done and besides you need your own path, not totally separate from mine, but someone as creative as you would get bored pretty fast just traveling around with me and maybe singing a duet here and there.” “Oh, speaking of creative, now that I’ve told you about….Keith….I tried my own way of maybe dealing with the situation. I wrote a couple songs. I’ll let you hear them tomorrow.”

“What’s wrong with right now? I mean….we’re not doing anything….yet.” Kurt kissed Javi on the cheek and then his tempting lips, “And why aren’t we, mi Javito?” his kisses moving from his lips as he gently nibbled his face, diving his fingers into those thick black curls, “Or do I have to remind you of how much you missed me, of what a great idea it would be to have me as your kept man, hmmmm? But we can work on a very creative song right now, I think….” Javi pretended to roll on his side, yawning, “Mi Kurtito, I’m soooooo tired, I don’t know…” “Mmmmm….it would appear your body isn’t in complete agreement with your words…but if you really want me to stop….” Kurt felt Javi relax into his arms, running his fingers through Kurt’s hair, pulling the lips he’d been craving for days to meet his own once again. Javi chuckled under his breath, “Well, when you put it that way….please, mi amor, remind me…..now that I’m home I may need a lot of reminding…..you know how hard performing is on the memory.” “Let me remind you of what I miss the most….I miss your kisses…..and I miss touching your skin….and melting into those sexy Javi curves….” Javi sighed, “Ahhhh….si mi amor…..I’m starting to remember….” And slowly they reacquainted themselves with each other’s bodies, their kissing and touching lingering in their favorite senscient places, entangling themselves in each other’s limbs, moving to a rhythm only they knew, listening to each other’s breathing, the sighing, their needful moans….whispering each other’s names, describing what they loved and what they wanted, sometimes in words only they could understand…..”You, mi Kurtito…..let me look at you, so beautiful….you’re like the subject of a million songs…..loving you….I love you? What I feel for you….there are no words…..even speaking with our bodies……it’s just not enough,” he sighed, sinking deeper into Kurt’s embrace. Kurt’s heart was so full…..his body so satisfied….but he knew what Javi was trying to say. “Javi…mi Javier Ramos Ruiz….so that just means we have the rest of our lives to figure out ways to say I love you, si?” “Si…” Javi sighed again, already falling asleep in the warmth of his lover’s arms.

It had been a typical day at Boutique Magnifique, and when he got home, Kurt headed toward the media room by way of the kitchen. He found Javi watching Kurt’s videos again, with an analytical eye. This wasn’t unusual. Kurt had asked his dad to send what was left of his collection, at Javi’s request, when he’d moved in. Burt and Carole had been thrilled to hear they were taking this step. Not willing to admit it to Kurt, he liked the idea of someone older watching out for his son, and like most parents, when he looked at his son he didn’t see a young man, he still saw the bashful child taking his hand after his mother died; someone in need of protection no matter how old he got. Diet Coke in hand, responding to Javi’s, “Come, sit with me for a while, mi little tomcat; spend some time with me.” Kurt gave him a sidelong look, “I’m your tomcat again? I thought you only let him out to play when….” “Oh no! He’s far too cute and cuddly to keep him tucked away…even if he does bite and scratch sometimes. Besides, I want to show you something. Kurt dropped his satchel and plopped down on the floor next to Javi.

“I know you know these videos by heart, but I want you to try looking at them from a 3-year distance, try to pretend you’ve never seen them or participated in them. Use that brilliant imagination of yours.” Kurt waited for the first video wondering where Javi was heading with this. The first one was of him and Elliott at an audition for their band, Pamela Lansbury. As he watched he remembered the moment Elliott had appeared as “Starchild.” He snickered when they got to the part where he called him outre, bizarre. He’d had a lot of nerve! Some of the outfits Kurt had come up with when he was younger? And he was calling Elliott bizarre? And here he was sitting next to sort of his Mexican alter ego at least when it came to dress. He burst out laughing at that! Javi looked over at him as he paused the video, “Okay, explain yourself, Mr. But if you’re willing to tone down your look, I might reconsider? Really, Kurt? This coming from a man who idolizes Elton John?” Kurt had to catch his breath, as he tried to bring his laughter under control. “Good thing you were polite enough not to tell me to tone down my look when we met!” Javi was laughing, too. “And did I detect maybe a hint of jealousy for poor Mr. Starchild?” “Okay! I get it, Javi!” and grabbing the next video, there they were guitar shopping, making plans for a night out on the town, quite a different vibe there for sure. He loved Elliott once he’d gotten to know him. He was like an older and sexier version of Peter Pan!

“So tell me, Kurtito, weren’t you even a little bit attracted to him?” Kurt gave the idea some thought – he’d loved his personality and even his over-the-top Starchild eventually, he’d been creative, easy to talk to, but he never felt attracted to him physically. He knew why others were, just not him, which turned out to be a good thing since Blaine was jealous of him at first. “No, I mean obviously he’s gorgeous, but no…and I wasn’t his type either. And now that you’ve watched them again, are you still….ya know…?” “Yeah, I am….” “So since you asked me, what did you notice first? “As Starchild, his theatrical look, those made up eyes…he just draws a person in….and as for Elliott himself? In the music store? Honestly, it was the way he was looking at you when you started singing together…and then the way you looked at him….pure chemistry, Kurt! Watching you two together, hot as hell! It there wasn’t even a tiny spark? You guys are two fine actors.”

“And we’re having this discussion, why?” Kurt asked. “Because I was thinking about last night when we talked. I know you haven’t had a lot of time to think about it. I just wanted to see if I’d have a different reaction watching them again. And I was thinking about how creative you are with fantasies. Ever since that shower fantasy…and then Moves Like Jagger? I’ve lived on some of your fantasies, especially lately.” Kurt looked at the floor and blushed but he was smiling, “And believe me, mi amor, anyone who can create scenes like that should be blushing!”

“In that case, would you like to hear the songs I wrote? They were just for fun. Remember after our first fight and one or maybe both of us said something about writing a song about makeup sex? When I was sitting here wondering how to tell you about…the guy at The Rafters, part of me was scared we’d end up in a fight. And then my mind kept repeating what you said we should do when this kind of thing came up and I decided to sort of write a song about him….us…whatever, just to get it out of my head…..like a notebook, putting it down on paper.” Javi leaned over, held Kurt’s chin in his fingers and kissed him, saying, “I adore you! Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll decide I’m a lunatic, trying to live this kind of……not like everybody else way, that it would just be easier to act and think like the majority of people do. So, please, yes, let’s hear the songs, maestro!”

“Now, these were just for fun, don’t take any of it seriously and don’t read anything into the lyrics, okay?” “Enough with the disclaimer. I promise I will not get mad over your song about makeup sex….well, unless getting mad leads to more makeup sex…hold that thought!….and I won’t be in the least bit upset about your ode to Kent or Ken or whatever his name was. We’re songwriters, Kittito! Not expected to deal in too much reality….now, your latest creations, please?”

Kurt had taken the time to do a rough recording with the help of the media room equipment. He’d had plenty of downtime that day and since he was just having fun…he decided to have more fun. “Stop calling me Kittito!” Knowing it was useless and the more he protested the more Javi would needle him with the silly name, but unable to stop himself. Kurt started with the makeup sex song he’d named Your Flashing Eyes and the other song he’d named I Kissed a Gay.

Javi was smiling from ear to ear! “I kissed a gay??? Kurt, you are so much fun! I almost feel sorry for that guy at The Rafters…..not enough to send you to Missouri of course….but…” Javi pushed Kurt backwards onto the floor, “I love your songs and I love you….and they sort of gave me an idea if you’re willing to consider it. It goes along with what we were talking about last night, the role playing, I mean.”

“And actually I have been thinking about it,” Kurt said, “and yes it sounds a little weird, but can it be any weirder than some of the other things we’ve tried? It’s not like you’re going to turn into Keith and never return as my Javi..and if you’re going to talk about my real imaginary boyfriend, please get his name right, it’s Keith,” Kurt smirked.

“Well, if you really feel that way…..these are just ideas, but the beat for those songs is perfect for all kinds of fantasies….and the words to the first one? Maybe we could pretend to get mad at each other over an attraction and have pretend makeup sex as us OR even as them? Too kinky?” Kurt shook his head and then nodded, telling Javi to continue with his thoughts, “and the second song? Maybe we could change Kurt to Keith like you’re singing about your feelings instead of the other way around? So since you’ve been thinking about it, did you have any ideas?”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe if we were both blindfolded and had to stay silent? We would be imagining each other as someone else and we wouldn’t be seeing each other…and if we tried to stay silent…well, I’ve done that before and it’s kinda hot….well, maybe really hot….sort of like vocal bondage? And that way we wouldn’t be hearing each other’s voices either. And since the bedrooms have blackout curtains….remember what it was like when you came into my room and we couldn’t see each other at all? My body was literally quaking afterwards..and where the lyric about shaking like an earthquake came from…that night is a fantasy I live on, mi amor!”

Now they were both excited! This was even better than decorating his room. “And I don’t have to leave again for six days, so we’ve got plenty of time to plan.”

Enrique paced the length of his office. He had just spoken to Belita and their discussion had totally unnerved him. He was sure he’d laid this to rest years ago and was adamant that he didn’t want to revisit it or revive it. Her hope was that Enrique would say yes to meeting her and Javi in Mexico City. That kind of reunion was an idea he could wholeheartedly embrace, it was the subject matter that unnerved him. He’d already made it plain that he desired no such reunion with his parents, not even his mama and definitely not his father – he refused to call him papa, a term of endearment. There was nothing endearing about him or their relationship. Did Bela think him so clueless as to not know what she was attempting? Softening him up, using his long ago relationship with his little brother? The present day Javi, or Javito as he once called him, was no longer his baby brother. In the 25 or so years since he’d last seen him, little Javito believing that the sun rose and set with Rico, had become his own man. Both had endured the wrath of Julio, and at times, Rico almost wanted to thank the man. At least he’d made a good life for himself doing what he loved, and so had Javi. Of course, he understood why they would want to at least attempt a reunion with mama, but he’d made peace with this long ago and letting it rule his future in any way? No! He’d consider her request….and he’d almost certainly meet them in CDMX, but a return to Quintana Roo? Not for him….ever. He’d built a life he loved and could be proud of. He neither wanted nor desired reminders from Julio of the disappointment he would always be in his mind. Never again would he allow him to take away his self-esteem. He released a weary sigh. She said she’d call back when she’d discussed a firm date with Javito. Quintana Roo was his disturbed past. His life was right here, right now.

Javi recognized the sound of Belita’s ringtone, and although he and Kurt were still in the middle of their fantasy discussion, he knew she rarely called without a reason. They had been raised to live frugally, but even now when long distance charges were pretty much a thing of the past, she said she’d never gotten used to avoiding making long distance calls during certain hours, and Mexico City to San Diego definitely qualified as long distance. Kurt nodded, his way of telling him to answer. After exchanging the usual pleasantries, she said, “I just got done talking to Rico….Javi, it’s going to be very hard to convince him.” She didn’t have to say convince him of what. “Not even for mama’s sake?” Javi asked, but he knew the answer. “Bela, Bela, you know, I can’t blame him. He’s the one who had to pave the way for the rest of us. Sure, papa was hard on us, but I already knew what would happen if I followed in Rico’s footsteps.” Bela sighed, “Yes, mi Javi, I know. He wants to see you so much but I’m afraid if we push too hard, we’ll never see him again!” “Belita, I won’t try to force him or guilt him into this. Twenty-five years? That’s how long we’ve been apart. In his mind I’m sure he’s still thinking mama should have spoken up from the very beginning. And she should have! I’ll make time to meet with you and Rico….or just you, but we’ve both had to learn from his example, he has every right to live his life in his way.” “Si, si, he does, I know but….. Just let me know when is best for you, hermanito. Give Kurt my love!”

Kurt raised a questioning eyebrow. “Bela, I wish she didn’t have to take on the role of go-between but she did choose it for herself. And Enrique is being stubborn. He’d hate it if I told him he was acting like our papa. I don’t know….but as you heard, I’m not going to put him in a position where he clearly doesn’t want to be. The good news is he wants to see me….and I want to see him. He was so many things to me, protector, friend, role model. But, I can’t fix anything right now….so where were we?”

“Planning wild and deviant fantasies?” Kurt gave him a wicked smile, rubbing his hands together. “I think we were trying to come up with ways to have sex with imaginary people or maybe they’re real people and we’re imaginary?” “Oh, si, si! I like your idea of blindfolds and silence….a bit of sensory deprivation….except maybe we could be playing those songs in the background somewhere….the beat and the words are really pretty sexy. We could try dressing like Elliott and…what was his name again?” Javi laughed at Kurt when he got “the look,” “oh, yes, Keith, like maybe see each other that way and then make our way to blindfolds and silence?”

“Oh! And how does this sound? We could use I Kissed A Gay as the song we pretend to fight about….and then we could use Your Flashing Eyes to make up to?” Kurt threw out there as a possibility. “Hmmm…..si! I like it! This is the first fantasy we’ve ever planned together, Kittito, it’s going to be so much….what?” “Stop calling me Kittito!” But I like thinking of you as a feisty little tomcat, as I recall you play that role very well, especially when you’re helpless….all tied down….so back to ideas for our fantasy….. “Well, maybe you should be the tomcat next time….trying to use your kitty claws as you like to put it….when I have you all tied down to the bed….or maybe if I just pin you to the floor right now..” Kurt rolled over and pushed Javi onto his back, trapping his hands and sitting on his belly, “like this, Javito mi gatito (kitten)…”.”Stop licking my face….stop it!” “Yummmm…..you taste like chocolate milk,” Kurt continued licking his face despite Javi’s protests and still holding Javi’s hands firmly, used his teeth to raise the T-shirt he wore, “Oh sure….any other day you’d be walking around here naked, begging the neighbors to come help you clean house in the nude,” he pushed it up with his chin and began lapping Javi’s chest concentrating on the tiny gumdrops that were his nipples, but Javi was no longer telling him in no uncertain terms to stop licking. He was hopelessly trapped under Kurt…..well he let himself be anyway. Keeping his hands flat over Javi’s, Kurt slid down as far as he could, tonguing his belly, “Ohhhh, Javito my gatito is purring….so sorry about your sharp claws…..maybe later…and the way you’re…struggling….my poor little gatito….I really don’t mean to torture you…..or maybe I do….. ” His tongue continued its dance, purposely avoiding his navel, moving down to just above the shorts he wore, the waist so low it revealed his tattoo, “such a sweet afternoon snack,” he whispered. Tiny hickeys blossomed over the tattoo as he nibbled and nipped his way from one hip to the other. And then he barely flicked his tongue underneath the waistband, lazily moving back and forth and then back up to just below Javi’s navel….”Dios mi……you’re driving me cr……yes……don’t stop…..dammit Kurt….” he felt like his brain was detached from his body…… between his navel and his hard cock, he didn’t know what he wanted….and Kurt was taking full advantage of the bit of frenzy he’d created….first moving down and running the tip of his nose over Javi’s hardness, then licking his way back up to just below his navel again and again and again….until Javi begged, “Stop teasing, Kittito, Kittito, Kittito…” taunting him again with the nickname. Kurt gave a slightly evil laugh, “Still Kittito? Kittito hasn’t even started teasing mi baby gatito,” he slid his tongue back down to the waistband and again using his teeth he pulled it slightly lower until it barely covered Javi’s cock and began playing his tongue under the waistband again, making sure he didn’t come too close to the head. Javi was fighting hard to maintain some control, his body all but ready to give it all away, and using the last bit of strength he possessed he flipped Kurt underneath him, ripping his tucked shirt from his pants and burying his tongue deeply in Kurt’s navel, listening to Kurt’s moans, as he repeated it time and time again, while undoing his pants and sliding his hand under and over Kurt’s prick. He maneuvered them into a 69 position, both of them quickly divesting themselves of their shorts and pants, desperate to satisfy each other. “Kittito…can I play with your tail?” Javi sort of chuckled between breaths to which Kurt replied, just as breathless, “Only if I can play with yours mi gatito…..”

In the fog of Javi’s brain, he still couldn’t believe how strong his desire was for Kurt and vice versa, but he knew why it was still so strong, it was trust, it was their desire to create a lasting foundation, their willingness to expose themselves, their desire to use their creativity, keeping each other interested and interesting. Would the day come when their sexual desires would lessen? Yes, of course! They weren’t some anomaly, much as Javi wished the thought away. But Javi hoped the day would never come when they no longer loved each other or were not in love with each other. And he was determined it wouldn’t.

Kurt was the first to break their satisfied silence,”Javi?” “Hmmm?” “You do realize that if every time we start planning a fantasy together, we end up like this, all we’ll ever do is fantasize about the fantasies? “Did you say we???? You started it, Kittito!” “I did not! You started it when you kept calling me Kittito…and stop it!” “Why would I do such a silly thing if every time I call you Kittito, Kittito, I wind up on the floor with you begging me for my sexual favors?” “Oh please….I’m pretty sure no one has ever had to beg for your sexual favors…” “Are you calling me a tomcat, an alley cat, a gato de granero?” “A what?” “A barn cat….you know, I’ll just hook up with any hot hembra that crosses my path?” “Hmmm…well depending on what a hembra is….yeah probably, “Kurt laughed and rolled away, but not before Javi caught him around the waist, “Hembra, Kittito, is a female, and hooking up with one really isn’t in my makeup BUT some animals are known to be bisexual, cats included. The things you learn having sex with your favorite gatito, Kittito, Kittito, Kittito! I’ll race you to the shower!” Javi trilled, hopping up from the floor and racing down the hallway, Kurt not far behind him.

They spent three fun-filled days orchestrating what they had jokingly referred to as their musical; sometimes engrossed in the details as if Broadway was knocking at the door in anticipation of the next Funny Girl, other times rolling on the floor unable to control their hysterics over how seriously they were taking their attempt at concocting their fantasy duet, starring themselves as Keith and Elliott, or Kelliot as Kurt called it. When they finally deemed it ready, Javi teased, “So, how many dress rehearsals do we need?” Kurt rolled his eyes, “Only one…and it’ll be our undressed rehearsal.” The stage was set; take one and only of Four is Company.

ROLES: ELLIOT played by KURT – ACTOR/ENTERTAINER

ROLES: KEITH played by JAVI – MET JEREMY (OLD BOSS) AT COUSIN’S WEDDING

Elliott (Kurt) walked through the door with an exasperated sigh, slamming it behind him and plopped down on the couch next to Keith (Javi). He had put his heart and soul into yet another performance only to be told the play had been cancelled. He’d been so sure about this one! He hadn’t even bothered to remove his makeup or get out of costume, just wanting to come home. Keith (Javi) took one look at his downcast, resigned face and knew this wasn’t going to be a happily ever after night. He squeezed Elliott’s (Kurt) hand, asking, “Do you want to talk about it, love? That’s what I’m here for, ya know.” Elliott (Kurt) sighed again and laced their fingers, tilting his head back onto the couch, “I know. I’m so thankful for you, Keith (Javi) ….sometimes I just want to forget about acting…and singing…and dancing…devote my energy to something stable. Get up at 7, come home at 5, leave it all at some office every night. I know it gets to you, too.” “Oh El (Kurt), no no no! You can’t give up your passion! You in some 9 to 5 job, behind a desk, pushing papers? You have too much talent….no. We’re doing okay financially. Let’s talk about it tomorrow when you’re not so….down.”

So weary of having this same conversation, he glanced over at, changing the subject. “Where have you been all dressed up looking like sex on a stick?” “Don’t you remember? My cousin’s wedding? I was the best man.” “Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. So, was it fun? Was there dancing? That’s the best part of a wedding in my mind! “Yeah, it was fun and I met some new people….and I ran into Jeremy.” “Jeremy, as in your old boss?” “That would be him.” “I’ll bet that was all warm and fuzzy after what he put you through.” “Actually….it wasn’t all that bad. He even asked me to dance.” “And….did you?” “Um, yeah, just one dance though….and he, um, kissed me…..no big deal, just a little peck really…” “As in a peck on the cheek or the lips?” “Well, the lips, but like I said..” “Did you kiss him back???” “Sort of, I mean I was taken by surprise…it only lasted a few seconds….and it’s not like I enjoyed it…”

KEITH (Javi) “I thought you told me he was leaning toward bi! What? Were you some sort of experiment for him? And why did you dance with him anyway? I’m assuming a slow dance if he got close enough to….pay you lip service! How do I know you don’t do this kind of stuff all the time when you’re not with me? “El, stop it! I told you because I thought I could be honest about this and not have you explode over it. I love you and for the record, no, I don’t do “this kind of stuff” at all. This is the first time anything like this has happened. And what happened to “I want someone who’ll be honest with me”? Would you rather I never told you and then maybe by some weird something in the universe you heard about it from someone else?” “You mean other people saw it? Our friends? Geez, Keith!” Elliot jumped up off the couch and started stomping back to the bedroom, “I’ve gotta get out of this getup and take off my makeup!”

ELLIOT (Kurt) “Oh and before I go….I’ve got the perfect song for this! I’m pretty sure Jeremy was singing it as soon as he saw you there.”

I KISSED A GAY AND I LIKED IT – LYRICS BY LAURIE MILLER

This was the way I had it planned

Was my intention

He was a hot, gorgeous man

Got my attention

I’m not what he’s used to

Just wanna try him on

Not serious for you

Oh! did I mention

I kissed a gay & I liked it

His lips were as soft as velvet

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I hope his boyfriend don’t mind it

It felt so strong

It seemed so right

I think I’m in love tonight

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I liked it

I do believe his name is Keith

And yes! It matters

I know he’s anything but tame

He’s wild by nature

Don’t do what good boys do

Not how I would behave

I know just what I want

Hope he’ll obey

I kissed a gay & I liked it

His lips were as soft as velvet

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I hope his boyfriend don’t mind it

He felt so strong

It seemed so right

I think I’m in love tonight

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I liked it

Gay guys can be fantastical

Intense and sweet, so sensitive

Not trying to resist you Keith

Won’t try to deny it

Just want to steal your innocence

I kissed a gay & I liked it

His lips were as soft as velvet

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I hope his boyfriend don’t mind it

It felt so strong

It seemed so right

I think I’m in love tonight

I kissed a gay & I liked it

I liked it

Keith (Javi) threw his frustrated hands in the air. Maybe honesty wasn’t the best policy after all! So yeah he shouldn’t have danced with him, but he’d never been attracted to Jeremy and he never even considered the idea that Jeremy might be attracted to him. In fact, if he was he’d had a strange way of showing it; he’d demoted him without any warning, never explaining why, and then six months later had fired him and three others in his department using the old downsizing excuse. And as for kissing him? He had to admit he was an attractive guy….okay, a very attractive guy, but kissing him back had just been a reflex action. Keith (Javi) had broken it off in seconds and reminded him about Elliott in no uncertain terms. Then, as politely as possible, he excused himself, quickly walked outside to take in some fresh air and returned to the reception seeking out some of the others he’d met. He’d even come home a little early just in case Elliott needed him after his performance. He’d wait awhile to catch up with Elliott, give him some time to cool down, and give himself a chance to try figuring out what he could say or do to convince him it hadn’t been intentional.

Elliott (Kurt) did exactly what he said he was going to do. He flung his clothes into a chair and sat down in front of the mirror to begin the painstaking task of removing his makeup. It was tedious but maybe it was just what he needed to calm himself. After he was done, he turned on some soothing music and headed for the shower. The water helped him relax, trying to forget the play – there would always be others – and feeling a slight twinge of guilt for jumping on Keith like that. He knew he’d overreacted but Jeremy was hot…well, in looks anyway, and even though he’d never said it he’d always suspected he wasn’t bi, but gay. He must have been more than a little drunk to have danced with Keith much less kissing him in public. He did have a reputation to maintain; he was part owner in the company he worked for. Reluctantly, he had to admit that Keith was right or at least mostly right. He could have never said anything and chances were Elliott would never know, but he’d chosen to be honest, even knowing Elliott would be upset….and he was, but Keith hadn’t deserved his tantrum. Yes, he could blame it on the failure of the play, he could blame it on the frustration of the career he’d chosen, he could come up with all kinds of excuses, but the truth was he’d let his temper get the best of him. When he was done, he’d find Keith and they’d talk…or he hoped they would.

He (Elliott – Kurt) dried himself off and left his hair damp; Keith liked it that way. And he put on just a touch of cologne, looked at himself in the mirror, grabbed his robe, preparing to find Keith….except when he opened the bathroom door, the room was pitch black, no music, not as he’d left it….he heard Keith whisper, “shut off that light and don’t turn any on in here.” “What…why not?” “Shhh….you had your song and now it’s my turn…..well, unless you’re not in the mood to make up yet.” “But shouldn’t we talk first…?” He felt Keith reach across the bed and pull the tie to his robe, the robe falling open revealing his naked body. Not that either of them could see….but if he had a choice….hell yeah! This was better than talking….and he wasn’t mad anymore….apparently, Keith wasn’t either. And then he heard the drum beat of a song coming through the speakers. Keith was pulling him down onto the bed and placed a finger to his lips indicating silence. It was too dark to see anything, not even Keith’s face. And the only sound? The drum beat of that song. Keith whispered, “I think you’ll like my song better than yours, hot stuff….”

LUCKY STRIKE – MAROON 5

YOUR FLASHING EYES/LYRICS BY LAURIE MILLER

You say maybe later, tellin’ me no way

So sick of hearin’ no sir, no sir

I’m no negotiator, don’t wanna fan the flame

Thinkin’ you know you’re so sure, so sure

But I won’t wait another minute

I just hate the look you’re givin’

No, no more talkin’, I don’t wanna fight

I can’t escape your flashing eyes

Made me so mad and then you stopped me

And you shut me, you shut me, you shut me down

Took me aside and then you shocked me

When you turn out the lights, this is what it feels like

(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) Our bodies burnin’, makin’ up all night
(Oh) I can’t escape your flashing eyes

You’re such a detonator, exploding til we fly

And like the heavens spin round, spin round

You’re such a fine persuader, I’ll let you tantalize

You make me want you right now, right now

But I won’t wait another minute

I just hate the look you’re givin’

No, no more talkin’, I don’t wanna fight

I can’t escape your flashing eyes

Made me so mad and then you stopped me

And you shut me, you shut me, you shut me down

Took me aside and then you shocked me

When you turn out the lights, this is what it feels like

(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) Our bodies burnin’, makin’ up all night
(Oh) I can’t escape your flashing eyes

You, you’re everything my body craves

I’m shakin’ like an earthquake

You, you’re everything my body craves

I’m shakin’ like an earthquake

Made me so mad and then you stopped me

And you shut me, you shut me, you shut me down

Took me aside and then you shocked me

When you turn out the lights, this is what it feels like

(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) The flames ignite
(Oh) Our bodies burnin’ makin’ up all night
(Oh) I can’t escape your flashing eyes

Your flashing eyes, your flashing eyes

(Oh) Our bodies burnin’, makin’ up all night
(Oh) I can’t escape

Keith (Javi) murmured, “No more talking, none,” his breath warm on Elliott’s cheek and then his lips, winding a blindfold over his eyes. Elliott loved Keith’s cupid bow lips, so soft, so sensual….just looking at them was a turn-on, but tasting them in the dark? Not only could he feel them, but his mind conjured them up, creating a double sensation. He could lose himself kissing Keith….the way he held his face in his hands, as if Elliott’s lips were a bull’s eye and he was using every arrow in his quiver, each one landing in a slightly different spot but never missing its mark….and Elliott couldn’t resist running his fingers through his curly hair…Elliott suddenly realized that Keith had removed all of his clothing, except for the bowtie around his neck. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it….and it was the kind that actually required untying to remove it. Without his sight and without the sound of Keith’s voice…just his breathing….just the rustle of bedclothes…..his mind could take him anywhere and in his mind that bowtie was finding its way tied around Keith’s wrists.

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Meanwhile, Keith (Javi) was imagining Elliott still in full makeup. The guyliner, the glitter…..it made him look dangerous and Keith was always up for a little danger. He could imagine Elliott hovering over him with those devilish eyes, his demonic voice exerting its power telling him that he could do anything to him, with him, and as hard as Keith might try, he would be at Elliott’s mercy. So when he felt the necktie wrap around one of his wrists, his imagination went into overdrive. And then something he absolutely hadn’t been expecting, Elliott taking off his own blindfold and wrapping it around his other wrist, then securing both to the pedestals on the bed. Of course, he didn’t really need the blindfold, but that made Keith feel even more deliciously vulnerable. They had their safe words memorized.

The weight of Elliott’s body left the bed….Why was Elliott getting up? He didn’t want to break the silence, so he listened as he opened a dresser drawer, the soft rattle of something metallic? Elliott had yet one more surprise….Keith felt his ankles secured in padded cuffs and then attached to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. And the only sound was the click of the cuffs. And then everything became absolutely still. Again, Keith felt Elliott get off the bed….and then nothing…..except their breathing. Was he somewhere to the right? To the left? At the foot of the bed? Watching him like a spider would its prey securely entangled in its web? That song – I Believe in a Thing Called Love. Touchin’ you….touchin’ me…. He maintained the image of dangerous Elliott in his mind. And now he could picture him wearing studded ankle and wrist bracelets, black leather.

and Elliott? Oh my god! The night they’d met? His imagination was envisioning the innocent-looking Keith sitting beside him at The Rafters….innocent until he leveled his hazel eyes at you, concentration focused, on what Elliott couldn’t be sure. He knew when Keith focused on him, all he saw were those eyes and his sensuous lips, just a hint of beard and moustache, and when he laughed his whole face lit up. He knew by the end of the evening he was finding it almost impossible not to touch him….and that had scared him….a lot. But now? Not only did it not scare him, he could hardly wait to touch….and touch….and touch….and feel…Elliott sat down on the very edge of the bed knowing that Keith was wondering in his helpless state what was going to happen. And because of their self-imposed silence, he wouldn’t ask anything….stuck in their silent limbo. But he wasn’t going to harm him….oh, no, just the opposite. As quietly as he could he let his nudity hover over Keith’s, his knees on either side of his hips, his face level with Keith’s…and he stayed there….breathing just loudly enough…somewhere between a whisper and an animal stalking….its victim knowing Keith was waiting….waiting…waiting, until he lowered his face and his lips to Keith’s, touching his nose and his forehead with his, hesitating again…just breathing, sensing Keith’s wariness….then he lowered his mouth, barely touching those full cupid’s bow lips and nothing else, his kisses feathery, sensing that Keith wanted more…and little by little…he gave him more….and more….until it was all Keith could do to stay quiet, pleading with Elliott’s tongue and lips for still more….his breathing saying far more than any words ever could…..then running his fingers through Keith’s hair, slightly tugging at the curls, he lowered his lips to his underarms, still hovering….starting at the top of one of his underarms, walking his lips and tongue over his ribs and back up again, brushing his lips over Keith’s mouth, letting him beg for more of his lips…of his tongue….finally moving over to the top of his other underarm…..and down…..and up…..then hovering again….saying and doing nothing but breathing. He reached for some oil on the nightstand, applying a little to his own nipples, letting his fingers bring him pleasure….and then massaging some of the oil into Keith’s nipples….hovering again…..just waiting…breathing… imagining the beauty of his body beneath him……and then lowering his oily nipples……touching Keith’s….to his…..listening to the catch of his breath…..knowing he wanted to vocalize his pleasure….and knowing……that he wouldn’t……Moving to the foot of the bed again…..he stayed there quietly….just waiting…..in his mind watching Keith on the bed helpless, his belly concave and smooth, again his wariness palpable….wondering where Elliott was….what he was planning….Elliott was thoroughly enjoying his active imagination watching his lover….Keith was so hard…..Elliott had intentionally brushed his fingers over his hard-on, lightly….once or twice…..just to hear him gasp….finally, he took one toe at a time into his mouth….sensing the moans Keith was trying so hard to withhold….and if Elliott were honest, he was withholding as well…as he sucked each toe, his mind’s eye was level with that hard and ready cock, just begging for attention….but this was too much fun to rush…..he slid his fingers up Keith’s legs, spread-eagle….so….. exposed, so……defenseless….so vulnerable…..Elliott could do anything he wanted….but speak and see…..touch….he could fondle…..caress…..stroke.. ..yes stroke….he smiled….Using the oil on his fingertips, he slid his fingers up the crease of Keith’s legs, avoiding touching his prick……and then hovered over Keith’s body again…..hesitating…. waiting and…..waiting….and waiting….he noticed Keith was holding his breath…..oh yessssss…..reaching for the oil again…..using some on his own cock making sure Keith knew what he was doing…..he was no longer touching Keith….only himself….slipping stealthily into Keith’s mind and imagining his longing for what Elliott was doing…at last taking both of his hands and surrounding Keith’s entire package with them, feeling his immediate response, the release of held breath and the slight moan that he couldn’t hold back……his hips lifting begging for Elliott’s touch….for more….for faster….for harder……Elliott feeling his helplessness again……enjoying the feel of his delicious agony and then…his letting go….fighting to remain silent….and then sinking into the bed exhausted….Elliott remained where he was…..hovering…..waiting.. ..he hadn’t made it this far in their game to rush now……knowing that Keith was wondering again…..what….when….. holding his hardness in one hand, he lowered his mouth to Keith’s one more time, kissing his beautiful lips, slowly drawing Keith’s tongue into his mouth…then focused on his fantasy….their fantasy….taking in the hazel eyes, the open smile….imagining Keith’s face in complete abandon..and using his own hand, he brought himself to a climax, coming on Keith’s belly…..the intimacy of it taking him all the way….

For a few moments, Kurt lay on top of Javi, breathing hard, his head resting on his chest. Javi remained still and Kurt raised himself from Javi’s warmth to release him from his bonds and then silently laid down again beside him, nestling into his arms. He couldn’t believe the feeling of closeness, the sense of being exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Mi Javi?” Javi pulled him closer and whispered into his hair, “Si, mi amor? “Why do I feel….this way?” “And what way would that be bebe?” “So close to you, so content, so…connected? Maybe more than I ever have.” Javi was very quiet for a while and then said, “I don’t have all the answers, but I think it’s because we just dealt with one of the cores of our relationship.” “The cores….like what?” “Insecurity, fear of being abandoned, fear of….loss, lack of trust perhaps?” “I think I understand sort of but can you elaborate? I mean we just made love to each other pretending we were other people…and we weren’t just having sex…or fulfilling a fantasy…you were pretending I was Elliott and I was imagining you as Keith!” “And we did all of that without jealousy or fear, didn’t we? We planned it together and had fun with it, right?” “Yeah, I guess we did.” “Okay, do you wish it was Keith lying here beside you right now and be truthful.” “No….no I want you to be here, not him or anyone else.” “And I don’t want Elliott lying here beside me.” “Think about this….if we had never tried this, maybe we would secretly be doing that now…or sometime. Instead, we’re lying here as you said, closer, more content, more connected.” “As strange as that all sounds, I believe you. Did you know we’d feel….like this? “No…but I knew the possibility existed.”

So, was Keith as good as me?” “Oh, noooooo, he was far better! Mi Javi, you should have been there! It was amaz….” “Mmmmm….well I wasn’t going to say anything, but Elliott? Oh my God, Kurtito! It was like….beyond description…..I think I might just ask him out again! Would you mind?” “A double date! You and Elliott, me and Keith!” “But what about Kurt and Javi, mi amor?” “What about them?” Kurt giggled as Javi rolled on top of him, sitting on his belly, “You’re probably right, four of us in this bed….maybe, but six of us?” Kurt laughed again, “Now there’s something we’ve definitely never tried!” “And we never will, you little smartass!” Javi said, smothering Kurt with kisses.

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 64 MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS/NEW MEXICO

CHAPTER 64 – MIDNIGHT AT THE OASIS/NEW MEXICO

Kurt was almost bouncing, animated by where he was and who he was with, and somewhat apprehensive as well. New Mexico! A brand new destination – somewhere he’d never visited, and while many wouldn’t exactly jump at the chance to spend a weekend in Albuquerque, he was here with Javi, not in San Diego working at ways to keep himself occupied and his thoughts not conjuring up a whole host of Javi scenarios in another state. In the beginning it was because he wanted to be with Javi even if he was playing on an iceberg in the North Pole, but as they’d talked about the trip, Javi always on the lookout for opportunities to assist Kurt in his journey, suggested he could acquire some firsthand experience onstage. Not that Kurt had never entertained before an audience, but several thousand music fans? It had taken some….well, let’s be honest….a lot of convincing, but he knew Javi’s idea was a sound one and this would be galaxies beyond his comfort zone. He and his alter egos, Careful and Cautious Kurt, had gone many rounds over the years, CCK holding the Stop sign in the way of his aspirations. Being a performer of any kind was the equivalent of being outside almost any comfort zone. On the other hand, that cautious, meticulous person that lived inside would never let him do less than his absolute best.

After getting his manager’s approval, practice began. Practice! practice! practice! in front of every mirror in the house and especially in the weight room, the four walled mirrors offering an excellent 3D view. Of course, his manager had been a keen observer of Kurt’s video, singing Le Jazz Hot! in full costume, at the Halloween party and after witnessing their practice sessions, determined it would be a good gamble, with an eye toward the future. The festival was an international event, bands and soloists from over 50 countries would be represented and it would be the ideal venue to introduce an aspiring artist. And he liked the concept of mixing Javi’s Mexican roots with Kurt’s obviously American upbringing in keeping with the cultural blending the festival aimed for. It also brought out a side of Javi that he rarely shared in music, but at his manager’s urging, he’d finally dusted off the latent potential. And they were playing in the US where Javi made no secret of his sexual orientation; he didn’t exactly flaunt it either, but this might be one more step towards obliterating his hesitancy. After all, if he could perform in Monterrey in sparkles bright enough to rival the sun, New Mexico would be a piece of cake. Like Monterrey, he’d taken the stage here almost every year.

They’d been given a two-bedroom suite, the hotel connected to the auditorium via a skywalk. “Let’s order up some food! I’m starving!” Javi said as soon as he’d found a place for his luggage. “I thought you said hungry came after the performance,” Kurt teased. “Hey! This Mexican needs fuel to become JAVI!” he laughed with gestures describing himself as if he would turn into Superman at any moment. Quickly grabbing the room service menu, they both chose large chicken salads, not too heavy, but enough to refuel their engines for the preliminaries necessary for Javi’s evening performance.

The spacious suite that allowed them separate bedrooms was precisely what was needed. Kurt was fully acquainted with the requisite steps basic to pre-performance and he left Javi in the quiet of one room, closing the door, and taking up residence in the second bedroom. Their duet wasn’t scheduled until early Sunday afternoon, during the last of Javi’s appearances. He’d been given two choices, he could remain sheltered backstage, watching the show from a safe distance, or he could establish himself as one of the adoring fans in the crowd. Cautious Kurt embraced the backstage idea like a life raft, but Capricious Kurt won, vetoing that idea and opting to “disguise” himself as a participant. Really, how hard could it be to dress in some nondescript jeans and a T-shirt blending in with all the others clad in concert garb? Being shadowed by a member of security at a discreet distance, of course. In the meantime, he’d review his own pre-performance exercises, perfecting in his mind every sequence as he’d been doing every day since the idea of this duet had transformed itself into a reality.

New Year’s Eve was nothing short of a monumental event in New York, watching the ball drop in Times Square signifying throwing off the old and taking on the new, symbolically carrying the hopes and dreams of every person observing with it; nonstop parties that sometimes encompassed every minute from Friday evening until Sunday at midnight, stopping only when the reality of Monday morning made its presence known – Blaine was not going to let Nate miss any of that, especially since next year he hoped to be celebrating a new beginning somewhere other than New York City. The hope that the powers of nature would cooperate, postponing the inevitable rain or snow for a day or two, was tentatively confirmed by the self-proclaimed weather prophets but….He and Jeff had taken advantage of some spare moments to meet for lunch twice during the week, carving out time as Jeff’s schedule was almost guaranteed to be hectic. A holiday like New Year’s only doubled the caseload, not because people were scheduling surgeries so much as people were involved in a haphazard assortment of accidents or had become victims of crime. That was New-York normal, and holidays? Chaos became the new normal. They’d texted each other, as well, and although Blaine felt skittish about the possibility of this being something more than a friendly relationship, he couldn’t help feeling hopeful.

He was actually content with the fact that they hadn’t had a lot of time for each other because he needed time to gain some perspective, to give this new development a frame of reference. During his single appointment with Dr. Osman on Wednesday, of course, they had discussed Jeff. Dr. O had inquired about the frequency of Kurt’s appearance in his thoughts since meeting Jeff. His sanity notebook, as he’d somewhat fancifully named it, revealed…. not much….not much compared to prior to meeting Jeff. Again, his counsellor wondered if he felt he had any insight on why or what it might signify. Yes, actually he did. Blaine had been hypersensitive, mulling it over, until his musings coalesced, flowing onto a full page of writing in the notebook. Blaine acknowledged the fact that he had been in romantic relationships since the age of 15. This was not some startling revelation, but perhaps for the first time he’d gleaned the significance. His relationship with Kurt had lasted about 5 years and when he started feeling insecure, he’d sought out another….why? So he wouldn’t be left alone? Why was he so afraid to be alone? He’d done his level best to avoid the answer, burying it in the same space he’d created for thoughts of the pain he’d inflicted on his former best friend and lover. But now was no time to turn away from the man in the mirror…what he hated the most was how cliched it sounded. In today’s verbiage? He had “daddy issues.” His father had been a no-show for most of his life, and when Blaine had finally opened up about being gay? He became the living equivalent of the acronyms MIA and AWOL. And although it had never been stated as fact, he’d left Blaine’s mom for the equally cliched other woman? Dr. Osman didn’t confirm his thoughts or deny them, but he requested that Blaine continue to elaborate in his journal on everything he’d just told him and concentrate on that until their next appointment.

And it’d been nice having Nate around to hash this over with allowing him the luxury of another point of view. Nate met Jeff on Christmas Day and his initial impression was that he seemed like a good guy. The way he included Nate in the conversation when he could just as easily have focused only on Blaine. They all seemed to have at least something in common; they’d even watched a football game together. If putting the moves on Blaine and hooking up was his main objective, he was disguising it well. He hadn’t even sat next to him on the couch, making it known that he was attracted to Blaine, but not in an uncomfortable way. The trio were looking forward to celebrating New Year’s together. They’d even tossed around the idea of maybe going to one of the gay bars to make merry. It’s not that Chicago had a shortage of gay bars, but Nate thought it would be a nice change of pace to experience what New York had to offer.

Javi was taking a different turn in his music, testing the waters. He found he needed the challenge. Music was never static, changing directions, diverging styles. That didn’t mean you shouldn’t or couldn’t make a successful niche for yourself in a single genre. Just like the music, there was no right way, there was no handbook, you tried, you succeeded or you failed, but most importantly if you failed, you didn’t continue to live in what might have been, you got up and moved on to what’s next. Of course, it was risky, but there was nothing safe about the entertainment business. It had been a careful and calculated decision that led him to choose Inevitable and Sobrenatural, along with beginning and ending with his traditional Todo Cambio. His duet with Kurt would be a relatively recent release…from the latest incarnation of Camila, Click. All were rockier, edgier than his recent norm.

With his mind/body/spirit/voice ritual accomplished, and following a brief siesta to hopefully revitalize his energy stores, he wandered into the room where Kurt was dozing with his earbuds in and a softbound book beside him along with his silent confidant, the notebook. The book was titled, “The Gift of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are.” It brought to mind his own dog-eared collection; the titles changed from year to year but the basic principles remained the same. Javi perched on the edge of the bed savoring the moments before he had to awaken him. His hair flopping carelessly over his forehead, he looked like he was 18 instead of 22. Watching Kurt took him back to the days when this situation would have been him and Tonio, still in the phase where their careers were just taking off. The intoxicating aura of the unknown, their preparations perfected by hours and hours of practice and the response of a crowd they never imagined would exist waiting for them, a band with a single word for a name about to take Mexico, and parts also yet unknown to them, by storm.

Back then, the three of them would gather in a single room to practice or bounce new lyrics and melodies off each other. They weren’t the partying types and Tonio would have had an absolute fit if he thought either of his bandmates was experimenting with drugs, so readily available, or alcohol. Although they weren’t choirboys, and they’d certainly allowed temptation to win over more than once, even Tonio, it never became a habit or an obstacle to their demanding their best out of every performance. Usually, after the show was over? Alcohol maybe, but he couldn’t remember a single time he’d seen Tonio or Rigo drunk. And the few times he’d overindulged he’d lived to regret it.

At the end of another performance, they sometimes gathered again to discuss what they’d done right or wrong, but most of the time that waited until the next day when their minds were fresh. Rigo would usually go off to his room, sometimes with company, and it would be just Tonio and Javi. Of course, they both had separate rooms to keep up appearances, but after the show they were rarely separated. Javi had to smile. What he’d told Kurt about post performance was all true. If there was room service, they’d order enough food to feed half their audience and if not they’d send someone out to get them something. And the horny part was true, too. One of the reasons many bands on the road took full advantage of the groupies practically begging them for their sexual favors. Something about the high of performing! As tired as they were, the adrenaline couldn’t be switched off like a lightbulb. At times it was like the days and nights blurred into one long orgy of performing, eating and sex.

He shook Kurt’s shoulder lightly, “Mi amor, open those laser beams; it’s time to get ready.” Kurt shoved his fingers through his hair, wrapping an arm around Javi’s shoulders and pulling him close, kissing the tip of his nose, “Lay down with me for just a few minutes.” Kurt scooted over to make room for Javi, placing his earbuds on the other pillow and sliding the book aside. “I’m so happy to be here with you! I don’t know why it doesn’t bother me as much when you’re in LA or somewhere in California, but I hate being away from you, even if you’re still in the US; it seems silly, I know.” Javi patted his hand over Kurt’s heart and cuddled closer. “It’s not silly, you have to know I feel the same way. Another reason I’m glad you agreed to sing with me here. Maybe you’re on the way to live performances and maybe not, but now’s the time to take advantage of any opportunity that interests you at all….and it would also be a valuable addition to your resume; singing at this festival is no small thing. And of course I always want you around for our own personal…..after party? Aaannnnndddd it’s New Year’s Eve! I wasn’t lying about hungry and horny, so it’s a good thing you got some rest now!” He laughed. “How could you not be exhausted after a performance? And what if you have….I don’t know a headache or something after all the noise….and….?” “Oh, I didn’t say that! Once the adrenaline rush is over, we’ll be crashing, literally! And you, bebe, are the perfect remedy for headaches! Headaches….Kurtito, really????? Now let’s get ready!”

It was cool outdoors, but a balmy 50 as compared to a Lima 20. Kurt was cleverly disguised as himself…as a fan…as just another concert goer. This on the advice of Javi and the security team, jeans, nondescript T-shirt, discreet earrings, the only exception being a brightly colored blue hat. Since Kurt had chosen to blend in with the crowd, blending meant looking like an average twentysomething. The hat was so he stood out enough for them to keep a close eye on him; wearing a hat in New Mexico was similar to browsing through Javi’s enormous collection, one for every occasion and not merely a fashion statement. Backstage, Javi was examining his look. Despite the fact that he’d chosen to dress down as well, at least for him, the showman in him wouldn’t allow for anything less than his professional best. A burnished blue jacket, stark white T-shirt and glossy black pants, black hat and the ever-present sunglasses. That look would change before the weekend was over, as would many things no one was yet aware of.

Javi always made a point of greeting the backstage crew, giving them his full attention, chatting as if they were simply passing time in a coffee shop. He’d told Kurt that this was one of his favorite parts of performing; it put him and them at ease. Kurt peeked around the heavy curtains and almost changed his mind when he saw the enormity of the crowd; yes, he’d been to any number of concerts with audiences to rival this one, but never as a “fan” who suddenly required security. They’d already “assigned” him a position, a couple of the security guys dressed similarly waiting about five rows off stage. Sufficiently close to see Javi’s performance well, but not so close as to increase the risk he might already be taking. Javi wasn’t the only performer this evening, and although he wasn’t planning to stay once he was done, he was still subjected to the crowds waiting before and after for other artists.

Inevitable would be first; it’s what he called his rising from the ashes song. He’d spent what seemed like eons wading through a phase of lost confidence mourning the loss of his lover, Mateo in tatters, fighting the heavy burden of wanting to quit, and knowing he couldn’t…and wouldn’t, not just for his own sake but for Tonio’s and Rigo’s. Tonio may not be a physical presence anymore, but he knew he’d feel his disappointment, and he and Rigo needed to assure one another that all was not lost. And each had forged their own rocky, but eventually successful, paths. Javi had forgotten what it was like to perform solo, the entire production resting on his shoulders and no one else’s. Inevitable had been written 2-3 years after when he’d finally started getting firm footing again. Although Mateo had been the most beloved band in Mexico, that came with a price. Someone always wanted to see you fail so they could take your place, and it was no different even after the tragedy of Tonio’s death. It was a chance to take Mateo’s place and Javi’s as he ventured out on his own. Inevitable was the result, telling the world or at least Latin America that no one could stop him. And it had proven true.


Ohhh… oh oh oh
With firm steps I always walked and as everybody I stumbled
but no doubt I already raised and now you want to see me fall
Now I’m sorry but you played with fire and with your game rules… you lost
Don’t come back again wanting to stop me I started over…
who are you…Who are you… who are you, you, you, you
Inevitable… don’t try to stop me, today I’m unstoppable…
Today I know who I am…
Inevitable… I can’t shut up, I don’t mind if they talk…
Today I know who I am…Now I’m sorry but you played with fire
Today I know who I am…Don’t come back again wanting to stop me
Today I know who I am…I swear to you in my lips there’s truth
and there’s nothing more to explain without more resentment, now go away
because this cup over filled up
Now I’m sorry but you played with fire and with your game rules… you lost
Don’t come back again wanting to stop me
I started over… who are you…Who are you… who are you, you, you, you
Inevitable… don’t try to stop me, today I’m unstoppable…
Today I know who I am…
Inevitable… I can’t shut up, I don’t mind if they talk…
Today I know who I am…I’m sorry but you played with fire
Today I know who I am… (Today I know who I am)
And you come back again wanting to stop me
Today I know who I am… Today I know who I am
Now I’m sorry, now I’m sorry, now I’m sorry
Today I know who I am…
Inevitable… don’t try to stop me, today I’m unstoppable…
Today I know who I am…
Inevitable…
I can’t shut up, I don’t mind if they talk..
Today I know who I am

As he strutted on stage, confidence oozing from every pore, every move, showing once again that Javi was very good at reinventing himself, proving his ability to change and grow and still succeed, the crowd responded to this cockier Javi, self-assured…..it was a song all of them could take to heart. Almost all of them had experienced someone trying to crush them, having to return again and again bigger and better. He followed it with his traditional Todo Cambio, drawing his audience out, leaning down to touch hands. The whole performance lasted probably ten minutes, but Kurt didn’t notice time passing, he was so mesmerized. What he’d expected to feel he wasn’t sure, but he was drawn to Javi just as his fans were, as a fan, and yet he had a relationship with this man that any one of them would envy; in fact, any one of them would try to take advantage of if given the chance, even with Kurt there. Capitalizing on his facelessness, he did some incognito reconnaissance, noting the singing fans surrounding him. Kurt owned something precious to them, the key to Javi’s life outside this auditorium, he took up space in his heart…and on a more base level….he had unlimited access to his body. After all, fan was literally short for fanatic….did he really possess that kind of power? It was like a cascade of adrenaline rushing through his veins, invading every cell.

Javi took his bows, the crowd surrounding his performance with cheers and some chanting his name, exiting the stage, still bending down to grasp the fingers of the nearest fans on his way offstage. Barely glancing in Kurt’s direction, he played with the ring on his right hand; the cue for Kurt to zigzag his way backstage, still trying to maintain his anonymity. While Javi did the meet and greet, genuinely interested in each conversation, completely at ease, Kurt chatted with a few of the backstage staff, simply attempting to appear invisible. When the last phone flashed, capturing a picture of a fan with their idol, Javi swiftly and smoothly slipped into the dressing room. Pretending to pay no attention, Kurt continued chatting, barely containing the urge to immediately reopen the door and follow.

When the next act took the stage, Kurt swiftly opened the door. But he’d barely made it through, before he was ambushed by Javi, his kiss hard, turning sensual, grasping Kurt’s hands behind his back and reaching to lock the door, “Do you know how hot it is to see you…..watching me like that? Standing there next to a totally clueless fan?” Kurt took a breath, “Maybe as hot as watching you like that?….knowing that fan isn’t there just for the music….knowing he wants you…or she wants you…knowing every one of them wants you..they allllll love JAVI…they alllllll want to love JAVI….but I’m the only one who gets to do this…” Kurt’s hand and fingers outlining his hard-on….”they all want to touch you like this,” Kurt idly wondering if anyone else had noticed Javi’s arousal from the stage….taking these moments from white-hot to blazing. Frantically unzipping the tight black pants, he stated urgently, almost like he was taunting some imaginary fan in the room..”I’m the only one who can get you into bed…none of them, just me, you belong to just me…” drawing Javi flat against him, shoving his hands under the waistband, groping his muscular ass, then gliding his hands over his hips moving frontward, taking Javi’s hardness into both hands, listening to Javi’s muffled intake of breath…Kurt whispering, “just me…..me…..me…..I get to feel your cock…..I get to make you come, don’t I?….just me…”.the door may be locked but it didn’t mean the room was soundproof. Javi had hurriedly unzipped Kurt’s pants as well, letting them drop to the floor, desperately needing to touch him, to feel his stiffness in his hand. God! He was totally surrounded by Kurt’s seductive, demanding voice……wanting to feel the warmth and pleasure of Kurt coming ….both in a frenzy of movement, against each other, with each other, “Kurt…..you make me so hard….you drive me crazy…..I…” Javi kissed Kurt hungrily, moving his hand tighter and faster….”That’s right just me…..only me….Ohhhhh…..don’t stop…” Kurt attempted between kisses…”don’t stop… ” Kurt using his thumb on the underside of Javi’s prick, his hand in constant motion, his voice strained……”I own you don’t I…don’t I Javi….” running his thumb up and down…up and down…..”Si yes yes…and I couldn’t stop even….I’m coming…..now now now..oh God Kurt…..” They fell against each other, breathless, but unable to stop the kisses….

The Big Apple was revitalized if only for these first few hours of the new year, in remission from the drab of winter, the sting of the cold, like it had received a megadose of optimism and carefree but with a limited effectiveness, so you better take full advantage. The ball had succumbed to gravity one more time and the trio took their time making it through the huge crowd. No point in rushing, it wouldn’t get them anywhere any faster. One of the smaller bars seemed more appealing; no matter, anywhere would be overcrowded, and their choice was a place both Blaine and Jeff were comfortable with, and tonight? Safety had to be a serious consideration. And Nate was appreciative. Chicago? New York? Expansive, sprawling cities….never without an element of danger. Of course, parties had been in full swing most of the day and some would continue until the clock struck midnight at the juncture of Sunday night and Monday morning. Because Nate was visiting, they’d nominated as the winner The Stonewall Inn, supposedly where the LGBTQ movement started in NYC, a piece of history to go along with the celebration. A drag show upstairs, a jukebox and dancing downstairs, you had your choice of either or both. The holiday declaring a moratorium on speedy service, they waited, making conversation with others in line until finally they had drinks in hand. Nate’s choice was to stay downstairs while Blaine and Jeff checked out the upstairs; not only did he want to give them some time alone, but he wanted to check out the place companionless, hoping that his single state for the night would be brief and temporary. He only had 3 more days in NY and unlike Blaine, he wasn’t looking for happily ever after, happily for tonight was all he asked for. Navigating the Big Apple instead of the Windy City lent another layer of excitement to the new year!

It was almost 5 a.m. when they left the bar. Against Blaine’s better judgment, he’d left Nate with his happily for tonight, Jacob. But what was he gonna do? He didn’t require Blaine to be his mommy and he was Chicago streetwise. Nate told him he’d see him later…..hopefully much later….shouting happy new year and quickly shifting his attention from Blaine to Jacob. Of course, that left Jeff and Blaine to ask themselves and each other the slightly uneasy question of what next? One of the things he liked in particular about Jeff was the lack of pressure, no race to reach some imagined goal; in fact, the only goal seemed to be getting acquainted, establishing something with an eye towards a possible future, question mark. There was no denying the physical attraction, and trying to separate that from a possible higher goal? Sure, it was damn difficult! But, thus far his counselling had served him well. He was done with continually returning to Do Not Pass Go in the game of life.

Jeff glanced at Blaine with a half-smile, “Well, this is sorta awkward….what would you like to do, Blaine? And by that I mean do you want to call it a night or what?” Blaine’s place was closer and, no, he didn’t really want to call it a night. It was the new year and even though it was almost dawn, he’d spent one too many of these, celebrating or not, feeling empty. “Let’s go back to my place…if you want. I can fix us some breakfast.” Jeff nodded, “That sounds like a plan! Let’s go, it’s damn cold out here.” They hailed a cab, ending at their destination and hustling indoors.

“Shhhhh!” Javi kept saying, but they couldn’t stop giggling – yes, giggling! Kurt felt like a teenager hoping to make it with a guy for the first time! After their hot and hasty rendezvous in the dressing room, they’d worked their way across the indoor sky bridge adjoining the hotel, sneaking into every shadowed corner to make out, almost daring someone to catch them, drunk on a taste of danger and each other. “Shhh, Kurt!” Javi tried unsuccessfully to quiet his own laughter, as they approached their room. Attempting to compose himself, he put his hands over Kurt’s eyes from behind him, which only served to make Kurt giggle some more, half-whispering, “What are you trying….” Javi gave the door a slight shove and told Kurt he could open his eyes, removing his hands. The room embraced the intimacy of candlelight, two tapers sitting atop the deep blue tablecloth, covered dishes occupying space around the china. It smelled tantalizing, and Kurt realized once again he didn’t have to be onstage to feel the effects of a performance, he started laughing again because Javi was right! Hungry didn’t even come close; he was absolutely famished!

Taking one of Kurt’s hands, he quietly led him to the table, held his chair, offered a gentlemanly bow and seated himself. “Mi Kurtito, I so wanted this “first” to be special, and I could have attempted to take you out on the town, but that might have required a possible disguise, involving security and hoping we wouldn’t run into any fans to disrupt our evening, so here’s to our first “engagement and new year” together. Welcome to our world outside of San Diego!” Our, not “my.” While his happy heart almost melted with love, his cautious alter egos reacted with the usual sense of alarm, still not sure what his part in “this” world was yet.

Javi had ordered a traditional American meal – steak, potatoes, vegetables, water and wine – enough carbs and protein to cause any person not high on adrenaline to fall into a sleep-induced coma. But even as they enjoyed the food and offered observations and suggestions in a post-performance review, their bodies were like magnets, going out of their way to brush hands, even playing footsie under the table, Javi sneaking glances at Kurt and vice versa, each looking away quickly knowing what they’d see in the other’s eyes, fighting to hold each other’s gaze – as Kurt had described it from the beginning, like animated electricity! It felt like they’d landed back in the park in San Diego without the blanket, the picnic and the sights and smells of the outdoors surrounding them, still shy in each other’s presence.

And oh how Javi had anticipated this! His talents didn’t extend to prophecy…but he was as prepared as anyone could be. Having toasted the new year and all their hopes and desires for it, they carefully set the dishes outside the door and slipped on the Do Not Disturb sign….checking it twice. And when Javi turned around, there was his luscious boyfriend in his distressed jeans, a blue mesh T-shirt, and earrings (Kurt in earrings and nothing else….one of his recurring fantasies), looking every inch the fan, especially with his hair tumbling over his forehead and into his eyes after their romp in the dressing room. He strolled in Kurt’s direction, forcing himself to hold that blue-eyed gaze, taking Kurt’s fingers loosely in his own, leaning into his ear and whispering, “If you want to take a nap first…..I’m hoping it’s going to be a very, very long night, mi Kurtito…” to which Kurt replied by taking Javi’s face into his hands, kissing him like they hadn’t been doing this in a frenzy ever since the concert ended…..yet Javi gently but firmly nudged him away, “Oh no, no, no, my love,” Kurt felt his knees go weak….the way he said that….it got him every….single….time, “Not yet….a shower first” and as Kurt took Javi’s hand again he said, “Noooooo, separately…..you first and be sure to take some underwear with you….” Kurt gave him a very puzzled look and Javi chuckled under his breath, “Trust me….” He wouldn’t even allow Kurt an I’ll see you after the shower kiss. Listening for the sound of the rushing water, knowing his time was limited, he swiftly found what he wanted in his luggage. The case containing all that was needed to awaken and heighten their five senses – smell, taste, touch, hearing, sight.

A download of desert winds to reflect their current environment, photos of their surroundings and of them together and alone, several large candles comingling the scents of New Mexico: chili pepper, cactus, cedarwood, sandalwood, nutmeg and musk. At his request someone had been kind enough to seek out the local bakery known for their chocolate eclairs; four of them. And last, some Cactus Dewberry body oil which he placed in a warmer within easy reach on the bedside table. Once he was satisfied, he adjusted the swish of the winds, as he heard Kurt get out of the shower. The room again lay in the shadow of candlelight.

Kurt’s expression was priceless. Standing in the doorway, toweling his hair, and as instructed, wearing underwear, he looked around the room astonished. A song from the ’70s, its lyrics hidden wherever his brain stored them, came to mind – Midnight at the Oasis by Maria Muldaur – where in the world had he even heard it? Suddenly, their hotel room had become as close as Javi could get it to a night in the desert. He smiled wide and he made a move to embrace him, but Javi wouldn’t let him….”Nooooo, just get comfortable, mi amor….close your eyes and rest while I take a shower…because I’m hoping we won’t be resting anytime soon….” and he walked into the bathroom himself, inhaling the scent of lavender body wash that lingered in the steam.

Stretching out full length, a contented sigh escaping his lips, he took stock of his surroundings. Everything! And he took each in slowly and carefully trying to picture the desert in New Mexico he’d never seen, trying to identify the aromas around him, noticing that Javi had left the curtains open to the balcony. He could see himself quite clearly and that tingle of turn-ons alive as yet only in his imagination caused him to shiver; he knew his Javi had not left them open by accident. The soft scent and warmth preceded Javi as he walked back into the room, also wearing underwear, barely there, but underwear nonetheless. After moving the damp towels to a nearby luggage stand, he perched on the edge of the bed, sliding his still damp body to the middle, crossing his legs yoga style. Kurt sat up and did the same, wanting to tell him that sitting yoga style in those underwear pretty much negated the purpose of wearing them….but he didn’t.”

Other than Ohio, we’ve never been outside of California together, and since I can’t give you a proper tour this trip….well, I wanted to maybe bring New Mexico inside to us. And maybe take us back….and then forward….to when we first met. Remember sitting in the park and talking about foundations and cake and frosting?” He laughed, and so did Kurt, “Well, of course I remember….I thought I might die if you didn’t at least kiss me….and even then I thought I might die if you did…” “And do you remember when I tried to recreate some of that and….it didn’t go so well?” “Yeah, I do….why?” “I want to try it again, mi amor, and maybe wander into who knows where, but that’s where I want to start….if that’s okay with you.” Kurt reached for Javi again to tell him with a kiss that yes! yes! it was definitely okay, but Javi grasped his fingers, drawing Kurt’s eyes to his own, steadily gazing at him from under his eyelashes.

“My beautiful, sexy, lovable Kurt, by the time I let you kiss me again tonight….I’m hoping you’ll have forgotten where you are because all of you and all of me will be lost…and found in each other…..now, close your kaleidoscope eyes, please, and quiet your mind..” One of his favorite pet names, kaleidoscope eyes, as Javi had christened them….Kurt felt a flutter in his chest. He closed them and concentrated his thoughts on where he was, grounded to the softness of the bedcovers, as he felt Javi touch his shoulders first, lingering to feel the muscles, moving upwards and over his neck, tilting Kurt’s chin upward slightly with his thumbs, drawing a fingernail along the sensitive skin from his chin to his chest, hovering over the hollow of his throat, waiting to feel his pulse. Inhaling deeply and using both hands, he skipped and danced his fingers over Kurt’s ears, cupping his face along his jawline, leaning in to breathe softly against his lips, then outlining the cleft in his chin. Just like in the park, Kurt could feel himself tumbling…..falling in love without a parachute, as Javi etched his cheekbones and his eyelids, lightly running his fingers over the tips of his eyelashes, and Kurt couldn’t help but sigh. Then, his fingers were touching his brow and drawing his fingers through his thick ginger hair….and he heard a soft moan escape Javi’s lips, until finally he ran his fingers over his shoulders and down his arms, hesitating over the sensitive skin at the inside of each elbow, tracing a finger back and forth, then lightly grasping his fingertips, “Open your eyes, mi Kurtito..” he said with a ragged breath. And there it was again, that look….pure lust, desire…and the love that they’d tried so hard to hide from themselves, from each other, too early, too frightening, now deep as the well of his brown-black eyes.

Kurt swallowed and didn’t say anything until Javi nodded and said, “Now…you, dulzura (sweetness).” His fingers lovingly caressed Javi’s cinnamon skin….that spark….it penetrated his arms like liquid heat. He loved Javi’s velvety skin, slowly outlining his beautiful bone structure and his full, tender lips..his fingertips lingering there…employing his sense of touch to lick that little space that his tongue found incapable of resisting, his sensitive ears, and as he ran his fingers over his eyelashes he thought he felt a tear….or maybe it was just a drop of water from his damp curls…his curls…. he’d saved them for last, wanting to take them and pull Javi into his arms….kissing him and them sin piedad y silencio, just like the song (Besame (Kiss Me) – without mercy and in silence)…he took a breath and let it out slowly, sliding his hands behind Javi’s neck, flattening them as he slowly explored the muscles around his shoulders and his biceps, noting their symmetry…until finally his hands arrived at Javi’s, taking his fingers….the pads of his fingertips playing over his palms….keeping his eyes closed just a moment longer, savoring his own emotions, “Open your….” he looked up and Javi’s eyes were practically boring into his….he may not be naked…but what he saw in his eyes?….naked craving…naked heat….fierce love….and he knew that Javi was seeing the same in the ever-changing collage of color flashing from his own eyes. Javi reached out to touch him….but hesitated and stopped, lowered his eyes, and took a deep breath.

“What do you hear?” Kurt lowered his eyelids allowing his hearing to eavesdrop on the swishing wavery sounds, “Wind? Is it the desert? I mean, wind in the desert?” “Si, and it’s almost as beautiful as your voice and your sighs….almost. Now what do you smell?” Kurt kept his eyes closed, inhaling the bouquet of scents….One of his favorites….sandalwood was easy…and musk? Something spicy? Cactus? He wasn’t sure…he’d never smelled a cactus, but he recited the scents to Javi, “Si, just like the sandalwood you love to tempt me with…and the musk of mi Kurtito….and that touch of spice?…that’s your sass…and, yes, cactus…..the prickly little cactus you hardly ever let anyone see…except when you raise one eyebrow…. And what do you see? Open your eyes….tell me what you see…” Kurt opened his eyes, leaning back on his hands and carefully surveying the room, “shadows from the candles….us! all over…us!…” their reflection in the balcony window….”and more of us….now! The pictures are us then….and…” “Si, the shadows are like….the comfort we feel in each other’s company…and the pictures….and the reflection…si, they are us then and us now, si.”

“Do you remember the first song I sang for you?” Kurt thought for a minute, “At You Are Here….something called Nothing….something?” Javi smiled at that. “I remember some of the words, I don’t ask of you the impossible, um, I feel indestructible….”

NOTHING AROUND

I can fall, vanish between your lips

slide and understand,that we are here

and we still have things to discover

And I ask you to never let me go, that your hands be my safety net

And that you hold to me

I don’t ask of you the impossible

Because it exists already between you and me

I feel indestructible with you

At your side, the imperfect is perfect

And because of you, every step is right

You are the echo in my silence

You complete the incomplete

Nothing around only you and me

The fear is over and the darkness grew up

We are here

We still have things to discover.

Javi took one of his hands, humming, then softly vocalizing the song, “I can fall, vanishing between your lips,” tracing a finger over their softness, “that we are here” he embraced the room with his free hand “and we” pointing at Kurt and then himself “still have things to discover,” he stopped singing looking directly into Kurt’s eyes and recited, “And I ask you to never let me go”, squeezing his hand, “that your hands be my safety net and that you hold me,” Javi took a quiet breath, “I don’t ask of you the impossible because it exists already between you and me,” he slowed the cadence, never taking his eyes from Kurt’s, “I feel indestructible with you, at your side the imperfect is perfect, and because with you every step is right,” he touched Kurt’s lips again, “you are the echo,” and then tapped his own, “in my silence, you, mi Kurtito, complete the incomplete.” Kurt didn’t know what to say…or if he should say anything. He felt a sense of the sacred…..love was sacred and the words were their destiny, “Javi….” Javi put a finger to his lips.

And then the solemn mood changed as Javi picked up a white box that had gone unnoticed on the bed….a pastry box. He opened the box revealing a gigantic chocolate eclair. The other three were on a covered dish in the refrigerator, waiting to be shared at another time. This one was just for pure, unadulterated fun. He left it in the box between them, smiling to himself…glad they had this huge king-size bed to play on and that it didn’t have white bed clothing. He requested that Kurt close his eyes again…”but why….and don’t you dare say trust me,” said his eyebrow, “I see that look on your face….” Javi chuckled, “oh, Kurtito, my little cactus! What? You think I’m going to do you harm with a piece of pastry?” But Kurt saw that twinkle in his eye…and then Kurt started laughing…again…but shut his eyes. The sensation of Javi fingerpainting his upper torso with what felt and smelled like chocolate frosting, caused him to exclaim, “What! What are you….????” Keep your eyes closed! I’m having fun….aren’t you?” He felt a dab of icing slither over the down of his chest hair. Kurt couldn’t stop laughing, but he tried to stay still, allowing Javi to use his body like a canvas, finishing his handiwork before continuing his sticky artwork on his lower half, enjoying it every bit as much as a child would,….and when he was done, he handed the eclair to Kurt, “Your turn!” Javi closed his eyes and Kurt looked down, studying his own body…a delightful mess of chocolate. Now, he was into it! He repeated what Javi had done, even dotting his nose and chin and laughing….”hmmm! I can’t tell the difference between the chocolate and your skin…” and he smeared a little more on his cheeks. When the eclair was bare (sorry, I couldn’t resist), Javi opened it up and dipped his fingers in the slippery, gooey filling, urging Kurt to do the same, smearing it liberally over his body blending it with the chocolate, anywhere he could reach a likely target, until both of them were laughing so hard, at times almost throwing the filling at each other, letting it land where it may.

Javi pushed Kurt backward onto the pillows, hovering over his pastry-slimed body, both of them still laughing…at last catching their breath, their eyes meeting just like they had over dinner…..but now, both of them unable to look away. Javi used the tip of his tongue to lick a dollop of creamy chocolate from Kurt’s turned-up nose, returning his gaze to the eyes that held the depths of his own soul, “I love you so much, Kurt…Sometimes….sometimes. .it hurts I love you so much….sometimes….it frightens me…..like I’m going to lose myself..in you….or…or worse…you’ll disappear….and sometimes I feel like….I don’t deserve you….and someone’s…God! I don’t know who….is going to figure that out and take you away… Kurt, I loved you the first time I laid eyes on you….I loved you when you purposely kept your back turned away from me that night….I kept waiting for someone else to come claim you even when you said you were alone.. I’m still so hopelessly in love…I didn’t even need to see your face or your amazing eyes…….but when I did? I wanted to eat you up just like I’m going to do right now…” and he began by lightly licking the cream filling and chocolate he’d smeared all over Kurt’s mouth, taking his time, he and Kurt continuing their play, their mouths and tongues slowly and sweetly exploring each other’s mouth. Kurt let his sticky fingers slide over Javi’s body, drawing him closer, “yes Kurt touch me…..please touch me….”, the feel of the chocolate frosting and creamy filling…..he couldn’t describe it….and who cared if he could? It was driving him crazy! He pushed Javi flat on his back, lacing their hands together, fighting not to rush. He took the kiss to Javi’s messy sweet face, “ohhhhh I’ll touch you mi Javito……maybe I’ll never stop touching you…..maybe they’ll be nothing left to touch because eating you up is at the top of my list too….” he moved his kisses back to Javi’s mouth, reaching between his tented legs and lightly running his fingers and hand over Javi’s hardness leaving his underwear in place, feeling him move against his hand….his legs falling open…..feeling Javi’s moan against his lips. “Do you like how I’m touching you…..” Kurt whispered against his lips…….”where I’m touching you…..yessss it sounds like you want me to touch you more…..” He took his time, playing and stroking his cock and then his balls…sliding his fingers beneath the edges of his underwear. He could hear and feel Javi’s hot breath against his mouth, loved feeling him squirm beneath him….his underwear damp with pre-cum….his moans and words slurring together in whispers and sighs, urging Kurt to touch….to taste….to say…..while at the same time unable to stop himself from touching….and tasting….and saying…..whispering his sweet agony. Kurt slid his mouth and tongue down to one of Javi’s nipples, capturing it lightly between his teeth, sliding a chocolate sweet finger between Javi’s lips. And while Kurt played his mouth and tongue over Javi’s responsive nipple, Javi sucked Kurt’s finger in unison – why was something so simple so damn hot?! Kurt, in their game, had placed a dollop of chocolate over Javi’s navel….”do you want me to eat you up, mi sexy Javito??…..,” he murmured as he moved lower on the bed, his hand never leaving Javi’s crotch, “I love to touch you here…..tell me….say you……oh yes you love it too…..tell me again…..just….like…. that…,” his mouth never leaving Javi’s skin, “do you want me to touch you here bebe….”. he slipped his tongue in and out of Javi’s vulnerable navel, gauging how deep by Javi’s moans….”ohhhhh Javiiiiii should I touch you here?????” relishing his gasps each time the tip of his tongue met its mark. Kurt was achingly hard but he was wallowing in Javi’s uninhibited need and desire. God! He was so turned on!

And then he felt Javi’s grasp under his arms, pulling him back up next to him and gripping his ass tightly, forcefully clenching him against his body….”What you do to me……You take me places…..come here…..now….I want you…..so much…I want you sooooo much…..” he began rubbing his hard prick against Kurt’s, underwear still in place, but not for long. Javi slid his hands under the waistband….”I love your ass…..” he whispered, kneading it, then reaching around the front, hurriedly sliding Kurt’s underwear down, while Kurt did the same with Javi’s. Javi had almost forgotten about the warmed oil. He rolled on his side, dipped his fingers and returned his hand to Kurt’s cock, loving the way Kurt literally slid himself into his waiting hand like he was pleading with Javi to touch him….now! They didn’t even kick off their underwear, all they wanted was each other….now! As Javi gripped one oily hand around both he and Kurt, the sensation of their stone-hard cocks bound together almost more than he could take, his lips found Kurt’s again, wishing they could melt into each other’s skin he wanted him so badly. In Javi’s mind all the external faded, the sounds, the smells, everything but their touching, everything but their swollen lips and swollen pricks, everything but the sound of their animal passion begging to be satisfied. And when it finally was, again, they couldn’t stop the kisses….they couldn’t stop the kisses….they couldn’t……

Kurt woke up looking at the digital clock radio on the nightstand; four a.m. He glanced over at Javi….little blotches of chocolate and sticky cream still clinging to his skin, even in his hair. And Javi was still holding his hand in his sleep…..unable to stop touching…..What a night! Between the dressing room and four a.m. they’d made love three times….and not just made love….it was flat out scorching hot sex…his tongue testing the sweet soreness of his lips…..horny being the perfect description…..horny….hot.. ..and Kurt was hungry….again. He got up and checked the fridge for the other eclairs. Yep! Three of them. He’d have one…and maybe a half, leaving the rest for Javi. Sitting down on a comfy chair, he looked around the room, the scents of the snuffed candles still evident, the sound of the desert winds still blowing, the photos and pictures….they hadn’t even utilized that balcony window….yet….maybe this afternoon….. tonight? Geez, Kurt! This afternoon? Tonight? You haven’t even made it to the next performance, and he smiled, licking some of the cream from his fingers.

Kurt was nervous, pacing the small dressing room, staring at the floor like it held the answer to an ancient mystery he had to discover, but then he had never performed before a crowd of several thousand. He looked down at his attire for the millionth time, straightening this, removing imaginary lint, turning side to side, watching in the mirror again. He wore a silver-gray leather jacket and pants with a black shirt sprinkled with white stars, his star earring of black and mother of pearl in one ear and a single diamond stud in the other, black shoes, and a less than self-assured look on his face. Javi reached around his torso from behind and hugged him. “Kurtito! You’re going to upstage me and take their breath away!” Kurt said, “I could always let you sing it solo..” only half kidding. “Oh, no, mi amor! It’ll be over before you know it and you’ll suddenly realize you loved it so much you missed it!”

Javi stepped into the spotlight to the usual applause, cheers, screaming, the flashes from his multicolored jacket bouncing in all directions, maroon, blue, purple, silver everywhere, and placing his hand on his purple hat, he explained the song he’d be singing as a duet and then introduced Kurt, not elaborating on their relationship, referring to him as a new and aspiring artist. The crowd seemed to love the fact that they were doing a Mateo song….any Mateo song…even though Javi had not in any way had a hand in this song’s creation. Their three dancers, two men and a woman, were all dressed in skintight highly sparkled black. No special effects were needed on this stage. Between Javi’s raiment and the flash from the dancer’s outfits, a fireworks display would look muted.

After all the hours of practice, learning the lyrics in both Spanish and English, Kurt had reached the point where he was sure he could sing it in his sleep, and probably had! Probably danced to it in his sleep, too – Click was the ultimate dance party song. And his countertenor easily captured the high notes. But a simple phrase like “pareces sexy (you look sexy)”? Sometimes they’d crack up every time they sang-whispered it while looking at each other, other times it almost felt too intimate to sing under the watchful eyes of fans, not sure what they would take away from it or read into it. New Mexico was sort of Javi’s test tube for making any decisions about revealing the true nature of he and Kurt’s relationship, at least in the US. The formula being it was in the US, a venue he’d played more than once and his manager’s opinion after watching them live together. Javi was more concerned for Kurt than himself in this instance, but finally they both agreed whatever happened happened. They would either give their best performance without holding back or they wouldn’t do it at all. As they hit the first “I have an obsession for you” emphasizing it with words, body language and contrasting voices, the crowd joined in, clapping and swaying to the easy beat.

Click

I remember you from television

And although you’re weird

I love that about you

My world became multicolored

And I put in pause

To be close to you

A kiss to the screen

I feel that you put my soul on fire

My circuit is in overload

I hope that the time comes

With a click

Have you here

I have an obsession for you

With a click

Have you here

I have an obsession for you

I would like to go through that crystal

Touch you without pixels

And find out if you’re real

I refuse to change that channel

Measure you in decibels

I think of you, so the signal goes

A kiss to the screen

I feel that you put my soul on fire

My circuit is in overload

I hope that the time comes

With a click

Have you here

I have an obsession for you

With a click

Have you here

I have an obsession for you

And I dream again

Entering in your skin

You don’t know how much I imagine

To be in live, there with you

You don’t know how much I imagine

To be in live, there with you

It felt good to be performing again, especially a duet; he’d always loved singing them with Blaine. Just as music now brought him and Javi closer together, the same had been true of him and Blaine. Music was something he needed, not just a pastime….had he even realized that until now? Or had he tucked the thought away for almost three years….all part of not wanting to revisit that essential part of his life that was so wrapped up with Blaine? He didn’t know, didn’t care right now. He put every ounce of concentration into recreating what they had been practicing for over two months. And it truly felt like it was over too soon.

Every single person in that auditorium knew Javi’s last song would be Todo Cambio, always changing the words slightly to fit the city he was in, but when Kurt made a move to exit the stage, without any prompting from Javi, they invited him to stay with their clapping and chanting his name…..really??? He’d only sung a single song and they remembered his name? Javi glanced at him and tilted his head, as if saying “Well?” He couldn’t leave; he didn’t want to disappoint them….so he joined in with Todo Cambio; a song much easier to learn than Click.

“So, mi Kurtito! I think you clicked with the audience???” Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was smiling from ear to ear, and just when he was sure he’d used up the last drop of adrenaline? There it was again..what a rush! “Javi, they LOVE you….right now, if anything, they may LIKE me….but I love you, I love you, I love you for convincing me to do this!” He wrapped his arms around Javi’s shoulders, accidentally knocking the purple hat off his head, as Javi laughed and hugged him in return. “So, bebe! Are you hungry?” Still holding onto Javi he said, “I’m ravenous! Let’s eat in the restaurant downstairs tonight! I don’t care if your fans bother us!” Javi was so proud of Kurt and couldn’t help but get caught up in his excitement! “I like that idea…and since we don’t leave until tomorrow morning, we have plenty of time for the other half of hungry…” he raised his eyebrows at Kurt, and since the door to the dressing room wasn’t completely closed, they whisper-shouted, “HORNY!!!!”, laughing at themselves.

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ENGLISH: EVERYTHING CHANGED (TODO CAMBIO) FEATURING KURT HUMMEL & JAVI - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 63 CHRISTMAS WITH LOVEHONEY

CHAPTER 63 – CHRISTMAS WITH LOVEHONEY

Javi gradually opened his sleepy eyes when he felt Kurt stir, his arm creeping around Javi’s waist, cuddling into his body and with a short sigh, returned to his dreams. He allowed his eyelids to slip shut again, taking Kurt’s relaxed hand in his, and sending up a thought prayer of thanks for…..everything. Tranquility had reigned this week…and after the turmoil of Monterrey he needed the undisturbed, conflict-free life that more often than not San Diego provided. A lazy smile crossed his face, astonished by the energy Kurt and his friends had put into making their home feel like he’d stepped into a Christmas card in his absence. Trees of all sizes everywhere, each one a miniature reminder of memories from around the globe. He’d had every intention of immersing himself and his friends in this, what had become a tradition for some of them, upon his return home from Mexico, but after Kurt had introduced him to their handiwork, he was unexpectedly pleased it had been done for him. Monterrey had drained him of so much…. and yet had filled him as well. He’d already determined it would be wise to put any thoughts of a reunion with his family off until January. He wasn’t ready to discuss it with Belita, except in very general terms. He anticipated this holiday he loved above all others, so much of his life being rooted in its traditions, and the decisions he would have to make regarding his future meeting his past needed to be done with as little distraction as possible. And this year was his first Christmas with the gift that rested beside him, surrounding him with the love of his body and allowing him the ownership of his heart. Kurt had given his life substance and meaning. He hadn’t even perceived they were missing….creating a wall high enough to make him emotionally unavailable even to himself. He repositioned himself onto his back and Kurt adjusted himself in his sleep, his arm still draped over Javi’s chest. The cute little tree in their bedroom sparkled with ornaments he’d lovingly chosen from every city he’d ever traveled and if asked he could tell you the origin of each bauble. Some were tiny decorative picture frames containing photos of people he’d spent time with in his travels, and a few of his family, back when he really had one. He caressed the hand that lay over his heart reminding himself he still had a family, Kurt and his friends right here in San Diego, they were his family.

Tonight they’d celebrate Christmas Eve. He contentedly peeked at Kurt trying to imagine his reaction to the gifts he’d chosen for him, all carefully wrapped and residing under the gigantic tree in the media room. His happy heart skipped a beat; sometimes he still marveled at just how stunning….how exquisitely handsome his Kurtito was. The mental image of him twirling around to watch Javi’s approach when they’d first met still surfaced every so often and it caused him to catch his breath every time. He crept quietly from the bed, hoping not to awaken him, heading for the kitchen to whip up a tasty breakfast. Today and tomorrow were once in a lifetime days, never again would they celebrate their first Christmas together, and he wanted to create a memory that would last for the rest of their lives. His phone would be taking more pictures than texts.

He sort of sensed Javi leaving the comfort of his arm, but sleep recaptured him, half-dreaming. He snuggled Javi’s pillow into his body, relaxing into the contentment of his scent. Before long his dreaming led him away from the peace of their bedroom, dropping him into what appeared to be a different bedroom, Kurt and Javi, Blaine and Antonio shards of broken glass on the floor again, a mangled photo…..Antonio indignantly shouting at Blaine, handing him a shard of glass? “This is what’s left!” And then Kurt startled awake….again. He’d almost become resigned to these dreams, the details shifting but always the same cast of characters. He clutched the security of Javi’s pillow closer and once he had reoriented himself got up to use the bathroom, quickly returning to the warmth of their bed, tucking the covers under his chin. As his mind awakened, the thoughts of where he’d been this time last year made him shiver. He’d still been in New York, frigid, gray New York, sidewalks covered with dirty snow. Even Lima, the climate not much different, was more inviting when he’d flown home the day after Christmas. He’d phone Burt and Carole tomorrow, hoping they were enjoying the time they were spending with Carole’s family. Although reconnecting with some of his Lima friends, taking advantage of the holiday to do so was always a blast, despite the memories that often came with that, just the thought of this Christmas made him lighthearted. He felt tingly all over, almost like a little boy again! He made every excuse to walk through this abundantly decorated house, and as silly as it sounded for a twentysomething, bubbly was the only word he could come up with to describe his feelings. He’d already had his Christmas in July….. and now he got to celebrate Christmas with the gift he’d received during the summer. He rolled over, grinning at Javi carrying an overloaded tray of breakfast goodies. “The best way to start the day! Breakfast in bed with dessert already waiting!” “Dessert with breakfast?” Kurt questioned. “White chocolate is one of my favorites! Kurtito, you’ve never had white chocolate? I’m sure you’ll love it. You get to be the white and I’ll be the chocolate!” Kurt just shook his head and took the tray from Javi, setting it carefully on the bed so that he could receive his good morning kiss.

“Wow! Haven’t had a breakfast feast like this in….forever!” Nate had flown in from Chicago two days ago. Living in Chicago, he was accustomed to the hustle of New York City and was thoroughly appreciating his introduction to The Big Apple. As a surprise, Blaine had made arrangements for them to tour the Empire State Building by night and even though the weather was less than ideal, it had certainly been worth it. Weatherwise, New York was much like Chicago in the winter, but he was loving the change in scenery. “Still okay with the party tonight?” Blaine asked, pouring more coffee for both of them. Last year there’d been a Christmas Eve get-together for all the tenants in the building who had nowhere else to be. “Of course! It sounds like fun, unless of course you’d rather just hang around here and watch old Christmas movies…..not!” He laughed. “And I’m damn sure you could use some socializing and Christmas cheer, cuz.” Blaine wasn’t quite as sure about that as Nate, but he was right about one thing, hanging around the apartment, beautifully decorated though it was, certainly wasn’t going to put either of them in the Christmas spirit. “Good! Later we’ll pick out some liquid Christmas cheer and see what we can find around here to feed the hungry hoards.” Nate was a reasonably good cook, or so he claimed, and had told Blaine he’d help him create a culinary masterpiece for the party.

Belita had been in contact with Enrique, who wasn’t at all thrilled about the idea of trying to reconcile with his father….not even for his mama’s sake. And he knew she would never agree to having a secret relationship with him as he had with Bela. And Javi? He knew all about Javi. Not knowing who Javi was in Mexico was like saying you lived under a rock. He was pleased that life had been kind to him in that he’d followed his dream and it appeared to have come true. Imagining the conversation he’d had with their father in Monterrey gave him chills. Bad enough that Javi had left to pursue his own dreams and not his father’s, but being gay? Of course, he wasn’t openly gay, but Bela had told him years ago, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t suspected, being the oldest, observing Javi’s childhood years and then into his teens. He’d love to see Javier, or Javi as he was known by, but he’d given up on a relationship with Julio years ago and was at peace with that. He sighed, Feliz Navidad? No, he could live without a backhanded gift like that.

Kurt didn’t bring the dream up to Javi. He tucked it as far away as he could in his mind; it wasn’t like a conversation would make it magically disappear. His fondest wish was that their first-ever Christmas would be as memorable as all their other firsts together, unforgettable, fire and iron like the first time they exchanged I love yous, except for Christmas something a little more in the spirit of the season like…forged hope and trust. It had already been made memorable by Javi’s reaction to all the hard work….and play that had gone into decorating. It was a delight to listen to the stories behind the pretty ornaments, the tiny bejeweled picture frames, the homemade trinkets from his childhood, every tree in every room revealed a different tale of its own.

Reservations had been made while Javi was off being JAVI. Christmas Eve, an intimate dinner at one of the top of their list restaurants, dressing for each other just as much as for the occasion. Despite Javi’s predilection for nudity, there was still a fashionista making a home in his heart. Kurt carefully studied his suit, crimson velvet jacket, coordinating bow tie and hat, highlighted with gold accents and a snow-white shirt; Javi’s choice was a glossy black suit coat with a top hat to match, featuring a wide band studded with gold sequins, hints of gold sprinkled on the hat and a sparkly black and gold top underneath. Life seemed to have gotten in the way of their romantic evenings in cozy restaurants. They’d chosen Saltwater for its extraordinary seafood. Their “normal” had been disrupted with the excitement of the holidays and the flurry surrounding Javi’s trips. They held dear these windows of time to refresh themselves and their relationship.

They were dressing in different bedrooms so they wouldn’t see each other in their fancy evening attire before their magic pumpkin arrived. Figuratively saying “don’t open your eyes yet” was half the fun. As Kurt finished buttoning his shirt, adjusting and readjusting his bowtie, watching himself carefully in the mirror, he smiled at the thoughts of when they first met, when every article of clothing he tried on or discarded seemed significant, right down to the number of shirt buttons he chose to leave undone. And he still sought to catch Javi’s eye with compelling and sensual clothing. His appearance, he never planned to take that for granted just because their relationship had matured and deepened; if anything it was more relevant than it had been when they’d first laid eyes on each other. The mirror reflected his crooked smile as he tweaked the tie once more and confirmed the velvety hat was angled to his liking. Velvet for his Javi with crimson red, an early Christmas present for himself, contributing to the exhilaration of the season and the anticipation of a night out with his love.

They almost collided in the hallway. Javi bowed gracefully, allowing Kurt more space, holding the top hat on his head with a single hand, laughing merrily, “Now do we look gay or what?” Tipping his hat, Kurt couldn’t deny it and cracked up himself. Javi got behind the wheel of the SUV. The supper club offered its patrons a most impressive and tranquil view of the ocean which meant the picturesque excursion was well worth driving oneself. And besides, he was out of practice, he didn’t want to forget how to drive he thought to himself. Winter in San Diego was now one of Kurt’s four favorite seasons. His Midwestern blood was positive it was more like spring and as they neared Saltwater the scent of the ocean tickled his nose making the idea of winters in Lima and New York quickly recede. The holiday allowed them the rare opportunity of dining in this popular restaurant undisturbed by the usual din of busyness. And for once, Kurt was victorious in reaching the door before Javi, politely opening it for him instead of the other way around, and in a gentlemanly fashion pulled his chair out for him. After they were comfortably seated, both requesting club soda and cranberry juice, Kurt joined Javi’s right hand with his, holding only his fingers and thanking him for the suggestion of this eventide date. Removing his hat and placing it beside him on the table, Javi exclaimed, “But of course, my oh so handsome Kurtito! That red velvet….it’s giving me all sorts of thoughts, totally inappropriate for dinner conversation…” Kurt leaned across the table and whispered, “So what’s appropriate for dinner conversation? After all, I think we’ve tasted just about every inch….” “Kurtito! Shhhh…what will people think….” Kurt looked around and then back at Javi, “People? There are only two other couples here and….” “I have my reputation to maintain you know!” Kurt could barely contain his laughter, “Yes! As I recall your reputation preceded you, Javito, Mr. Honorary Citizen of San Diego!”

They were interrupted in their silliness by the waiter, wondering if they needed more time, so they got down to the serious business of examining the variety of dishes on the menu. It was late in the year for catching the sunset, but the topic of what they’d been doing the previous year at this time arose. Relaxing to the murmur of the ocean tide, they each recounted their whereabouts, contrasting then and now…now winning hands down. They’d both been at the kind of parties that a person went to when they had nowhere else to go for the holidays, trying to flee their loneliness if only for one night, Javi in Mexico City and Kurt in New York. As their eyes met over their delicious meals, Kurt blew a kiss to Javi, mouthing, I love you, toasting him silently.

The promise that Javi had made to Kurt had not been forgotten. Attending a worship service was an integral part of Javi’s Christmas Eve celebration. When Kurt had raised the subject this week, Javi had offered to let him choose the church. Kurt had discovered a Unitarian Universalist Church located only a few blocks from Javi’s house. He had continued his reading and meditating throughout the summer and fall, his curiosity peaked by the descriptions found in a variety of books and comparisons to other denominations. Their openness and apparent acceptance with an eye towards a world view attracted his sense of burgeoning spirituality. Still, he was kind of anxious, not having been to a worship service since he’d attended one with Mercedes way back in the Glee Club days. They made their way into the sanctuary, Kurt trying not to be obvious in his curiosity. They were warmly received and welcomed by a handful of people waiting expectantly for the service to start and offered seats as everyone gathered toward the poinsettia-decorated front of the room. The program outlined the content of the service, singing, story-telling and celebrating the hope that Jesus offered; not all UUA churches placed emphasis on Jesus, but that was precisely why Kurt had chosen this church, to continue his quest of discovery. About 20 minutes into the service everyone was given a short white candle. As one of the choir members intoned the reverent words to O Holy Night, they lit a candle at the end of each aisle and without speaking passed them from person to person, each lighting their own candle, until the entire sanctuary was filled with soft light representing worship and hope for peace. After a few more carols and prayers for the world, the lovely service came to an end, people voicing their hopes that they’d return, wishing them both Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas. They left holding hands feeling thoroughly warmed by the people and the meaningful service.

Javi glanced at his phone as they approached the front door, noting that it was only a little after nine. The flameless candles greeted them, carrying over the sense of peace and comfort provided by the worship service.

Wandering room to room, they activated the tree lights, tiny twinkle lights, multicolored bulbs, also reminiscent of the subtle lighting brought to life by the white candles. Making a game of racing each other to the sprigs of mistletoe scattered abundantly by their friends, the lights sparked the rooms and their kisses sparked their playful celebration. At last, they took up residence on the couch tossing their hats into an easy chair.

Javi wove his fingers into Kurt’s own and laid his head on the back of the couch, “Tell me… what were your Christmases like growing up? You hardly ever talk about your childhood…unless of course you don’t want to…” “Oh, no, no, I actually have wonderful Christmas memories, despite all the whining I do about snow and cold. I barely remember what Christmas was like before my mom died, but my dad always made sure there were lots of relatives and friends around. Someone was always leaving cookies or cakes….and my friend’s mom’s always liked having me around because I loved to bake. And back then, I had a few cousins close by and if it snowed we’d be outside building snowmen or having snowball fights….but I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly an outdoorsy kid,” he laughed, “I was the one that liked being inside where the hot chocolate was, designing clothes for my stuffed animals. Dad and I usually went to a midnight service when I got old enough to stay up that late….and I think I believed in Santa until I was nine or something, just didn’t want to give up the fantasy. In fact, he brought me my first sewing machine when I was six; not a real one, but it worked! When I was really young, we’d always be at my uncle’s house along with what seemed like a whole hoard of Hummels, and I tried to have fun with the boys and their trucks and toy guns and stuff, but you could almost always find me with my girl cousins. My poor dad…it must have been hard raising a gay son back then. What about you, mi amor, you’ve never talked about your Christmases either.”

He laid his head on Kurt’s shoulder, “Mmmmm….Christmas was….colorful….that’s what I remember most, I think. All the color! And we started celebrating on December 16, parties everywhere! And of course the religious aspect…..oh, Kurtito! So much pageantry and music and joy! I was singing in a choir by the time I was six….such a gift that was and I didn’t even know it at the time! And our family was so large! Like you I had cousins all over the place, but snow wasn’t a part of our celebration,” he laughed, “And mi papa, he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of Santa Claus, but he always managed to make an appearance somewhere in Quintana Roo. I remember wondering why he was all dressed up in that heavy red suit when it was 80 degrees outside…..even then I was fashion conscious! In our family, the tree and the gifts were all secondary to the Nativity….and I loved it all…and still do obviously! I just celebrate it differently than I did then. When did you open presents?”

“Well, my dad would usually let me open one on Christmas Eve, but he always chose which one, since he kept the others hidden for Santa to bring, and then he and I would open ours in the morning….well, actually closer to the middle of the night sometimes because I just couldn’t wait…and then he’d make pancakes for breakfast…always pancakes. What about you?”

“Christmas Eve was spent in church and Christmas morning as well, so we didn’t open our presents until almost noon. We weren’t rich or poor, but there were so many of us, that each of us only got two presents. When we were little, usually a toy and some clothes, and when we got older, mostly clothes….but there were always different kinds of candy hanging from the tree. To be honest, with all the parties between the 16th and the 25th, Christmas itself was more about our faith. I loved every second!”

“And now….I have my own red-velvet suited Santa right here….and he’s so much prettier…..” Javi leaned over and kissed Kurt without closing his eyes, “and he doesn’t come just once a year…” he laughed at his own unintended pun, “and now that I think about it….yeah, I meant that….so? shall we open one present like you and your dad used to?” Kurt was still smirking over Javi’s supposedly unintended pun, “You mean opening a present like when you got home from Monterrey?” “Nooooo, but I certainly wouldn’t reject that idea….”Yes, let’s open just one, but we get to pick which one….Santa has to bring the rest.”

Kurt walked over to the tree and perused the packages, pretending to take his time because the right selection was so important. He picked up a package Javi could tell he’d spent a lot of time wrapping and decorating. The paper was a deep navy blue imprinted with white angels that looked almost luminescent and a silky white bow to match. He almost hated to open it. It was so pretty. Javi felt like he was sitting next to a six-year-old Kurt unable to contain his excitement over watching someone else open a gift from him. “It’s not a cat or a bird is it?” Javi said as he lightly rattled the box. “Well, if it was I’m pretty sure it would have responded to that! Come on, open it!” Javi took his time: the wrapping really was unbelievably beautiful. Kurt was almost bouncing on the sofa. He set the paper and the bow aside, finding two lookalike red velvet boxes inside. “Which one first?” Kurt shrugged, giving him a half-smile, his hands firmly clasped in his lap. He carefully opened one of the jewelry boxes and inside was a wide gold bracelet with a raised infinity symbol of black onyx in the center. It was engraved on the inside with Kurt’s first name and the words, “My lover, my friend, my soulmate December 2″….Javi glanced at Kurt, and then opened the second box just as carefully. It contained the exact same bracelet, except the engraving was his first name and “Mi amante, mi amigo, mi alma gemela December 2.” Obviously, he knew what the words meant and the second was his birthday, but what was he missing or forgetting? “It’s what you said to me right before you said I love you for the first time…and the date. The one with my name is yours and….” Kurt didn’t even get a chance to finish. Javi’s strong arms swept around him and he toppled backwards onto the couch. “Sometimes I don’t think you’re real…..I’m so hopelessly in love with you…..can I pinch you just to be sure? You’re real that is?” he asked while starting to remove the red velvet tie and unbutton Kurt’s shirt. Kurt giggled, and grabbed his hand, “No you may not! I haven’t even opened my present yet!” “It’ll still be there later….” Javi unbuttoned another button, “And so will I….I hope…now, be a good Santa’s elf and let me open my present…” he playfully pouted and reluctantly Javi stopped, or at least he pretended to be reluctant. Kurt’s gift….it was actually the one he’d planned to give him last, but after what Kurt had just given him…he didn’t want this one to wait. He took his time ambling over to the tree and bent down choosing a box wrapped in blue silk sporting a large red bow. He knew he was taking a risk here, but since when hadn’t their relationship been about risk? He said a quick prayer that Kurt would like it.

Kurt had removed his tie and sat up, just as eager to unwrap the tastefully wrapped box as he had been to watch Javi open his gift. Instead of offering it to Kurt, Javi set it gingerly on the couch as if it might bite one of them. Kurt picked it up, turning it from side to side, admiring the wrapping, and then shook it just like Javi had, but nothing rattled or barked or chirped. He shook it one more time and then began opening it just as carefully as Javi had his. When he undid the silk, he found another layer of red velvet underneath it covering the box. He continued slowly unpeeling the covering until finally the box appeared. There was a cutout piece with a glittery little dot on it and it was taped shut. Kurt looked up at Javi as if to say, What? “It’s a door, Kurt, open it.” He peeled the tape aside and inside surrounded by tons of gauzy material, obviously so it wouldn’t make noise if it was rattled, he found a key ring with several brand new shiny keys on it, the key ring beribboned in blue.

Javi leaned over and took Kurt’s hand, “This is one of those gifts you can choose not to accept. Kurt, I want you to move in with me….permanently….I know you and Adam’s lease is up at the end of Jan…..” Kurt let out an excited yelp and attacked Javi, Javi trying to maintain his balance as Kurt chirped, “Yes! Yes!” Javi started laughing and pulled him close, “You are so damn cute, Kurtito, so adorably cute!” “You really thought I’d say no?????” “Well….” “Well what? If I said no, the way things are, I’d basically be moving out, you mad Mexican!” Javi couldn’t stop laughing…or smiling, “You do have a point….and now we need to hope that Adam says yes…” “Yes to what?” “To Ethan! Ethan and I talked about this…..” “Ethan knew before I did?” “Of course! We had to talk about it, just in case…” “So what are all these keys for then?”

Javi took the keys and went through each color-coded key – one for each of the doors to the outside, one for the basement and one for the bedrooms that Javi always kept the doors closed to; Kurt hadn’t even realized they were locked. Javi looked at Kurt again and said, “The only thing I ask is that before you use the keys to the other bedrooms or the basement you tell me first; let’s just say there are things there I want us to share together.” Kurt raised that eyebrow in the way Javi loved, “Hmmmm…..my mystery man….” “Yes, I am….I don’t want you getting bored.” he smiled. “Why do I feel like Goldilocks all over again?” Kurt questioned.

Kurt undid the rest of his buttons, looking up at Javi with a sly smile, “now, where were we again?” Javi took his face in his hands, “This is where we were…” he took Kurt’s hand and lifted him up off the couch, “we were about to get into nothing more comfortable….” and he led him down the hallway to their bedroom, closing the door firmly behind them, before helping Kurt get into nothing….more comfortable.

Blaine was feeling almost buoyant. For the first time in what seemed like eons, he was really having fun…and Nate had no trouble making friends of total strangers. Annnndddd….Blaine dared to think….his time was actually occupied with someone interesting and charming. Was this really a genuine conversation they were having? In fact, they’d been conversing for over 2 hours. Jeff….his name was Jeff. He was a physician’s assistant at Metropolitan Hospital Center in the surgery department. He’d graduated a year ago and had started at Metro almost immediately. PAs were in high demand in every hospital it seemed.

They exchanged the usual get-to-know you questions and answers, trying not to be obvious about checking each other out. Blaine liked his Oklahoma accent and Jeff liked Blaine’s beautiful eyes and chiseled features. Blaine liked Jeff’s smile and Jeff liked Blaine’s curly hair. And most of all Blaine liked Jeff’s what appeared to be genuine interest and Jeff liked Blaine’s sense of humor. And they both liked the fact that neither were native New Yorkers. Their future plans did not include settling down in New York, city or state. As Nate grabbed another drink it had not escaped his notice that his cousin was finally focused on something other than his past and the problems that had carried themselves forward into his present. He liked Blaine a lot; he had his issues like everyone else, but he was a good guy…..becoming an even better friend.

Bela clicked her phone off and sighed, recounting the distressing discussion she’d just had with her mama. Poor mamacita! She was still biding her time, waiting for her “chicks” to return to the nest at least for a visit. She knew kind-hearted Javi would never forsake his mama and that he’d stayed away only because he was afraid of causing even more dissension between his parents. But….Enrique? He’d been the first to leave and for many years had bore the brunt of his father’s derision. The one time he’d tried to reach out to his mama, his father adamantly refused to even let him talk to her by phone, despite his mother’s pleas to the contrary. Bela had chosen the role of go between knowing as the only girl her father might actually soften for her. She’d wait until after the New Year to speak with Javi about it again and perhaps make plans. One step at a time. Maybe Javi would bring it up when she called him tomorrow to wish him Feliz Navidad.

“Good morning, my sleepy-headed roomie!” Kurt beamed at him; God! He was the sexiest, most enchanting man on the planet! “Does this mean I can start leaving the toilet seat down and leave blobs of toothpaste in the sink and quit doing my own laundry?” “As if!” Javi laughed, “But maybe I can, Mr. Clean!” Kurt threw back the covers and started pulling on Javi’s arm, “Come on!” “What? I just woke up!” “Coommmeee onnnn!” “Geez, Kurt, I’m the one who loves Christmas…” “But I love opening presents….and giving them….I love watching you open presents…come. on.” “Can I at least take a shower?” “No!!! Come. On!!!!” Javi couldn’t help but catch his excitement.

Javi insisted that he at least be allowed to make coffee, having picked up some special blend for the holidays mostly for Kurt, but he could always have some espresso later. The novelty coffee filled the kitchen with the scent of cinnamon with a hint of chocolate. Kurt sat at the kitchen table, his chin in his hands, observing Javi making coffee in the nude. There was nothing he didn’t love about his body and watching him move…..he was so graceful, his hands in constant motion. Handing Kurt his Santa Claus mug, noting Kurt’s posture, he asked him how he liked the view. Kurt said, “I’ll tell you AFTER we open presents! Otherwise, it’ll be next Christmas before….” Javi chuckled, “Oh, shush, Kurtito! If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were two instead of twenty-two.” He followed him into the media room where Kurt had already turned on the tree lights and had some instrumental Christmas music playing in the background.

Carefully placing their coffee mugs on a table beside the tree, Kurt reached for a package and cautiously handed it to Javi, emphatically instructing him not to shake it. Again, there were two boxes inside and he could tell whatever they held was delicate and feather light. He carefully opened both lids at the same time, drawing back the light blue tissue paper, and inside he found two ornaments made of blue-tinted blown glass, their initials intertwined on each. Javi smiled, this was so very Kurt. Without saying a word, he got up off the floor and placed each one on the tree, “Our first Christmas ornaments! Merry Christmas, mi bebe hermoso, you are so sweet,” Javi picked up another gift and handed it to Kurt as he kissed him. “This is sort of for both of us….at least I hope it is!” Kurt quickly opened the package, abandoning his careful layer by layer unwrapping technique. The room was suddenly filled with a mixture of wonderful smells. The card inside read, “Life With You Makes Perfect Scents” and the basket contained massage oil, chocolate body paint, a Bluetooth speaker, bath salts and several photos of Javi and Kurt to add to their out-of-town play collections, and Kurt thought that was so Javi! Engaging the five senses! They had agreed that both of them could go totally overboard buying gifts for each other, so they’d allowed themselves only three gifts each. The last gift was one that Kurt had needed to do a little research for, but it had certainly been fun and rather eye-opening…even providing ideas for future gifts. When Javi tousled the box, this time it did rattle, although he still had no clue what was inside. “Give me a hint,” He playfully asked. “It’s…..from someplace…..um….you’re probably familiar with?” “Can I wear it?” “Maybe….some of it….” “What color is it?” Kurt started laughing, “Just open the damn box, Javi!” he said as he gave him a shove, and when he shook it one more time and then opened it, he started laughing, too! “Oh, mi Kurtito! I’m impressed…..and delighted! Look at all this…” He started removing item by item, sex toys! A Wartenberg pinwheel, a couple different types of cock rings, a black velvet blindfold…and..oh…..this from my Kurt? a vibrating butt plug? some fur-lined hand and ankle cuffs, and something Javi could only laugh at! Kurt had made him two different thongs, one of black velvet and the other of what felt like gold silk! “You just keep getting cuter, muy lindo!” He exclaimed, pushing Kurt to the floor, showering kisses all over his face, wrestling with him until he had his hands held firmly against the mass of wrapping paper, “Someone’s been doing his research…how did you….”

“God, Javi! You’re not the only one who can figure out what a site named Lovehoney probably sells! Pretty sure it wasn’t jams and jellies! Remember the package that got delivered to Karen by accident?” “Hmmmm…..indeed I do remember….and I just happen to have it handy.” Javi reached behind him and let go of Kurt’s hands so he could open it. Kurt got up on one elbow and rolled onto his side to open the last present. He saved the bow, but tore off the paper finding what looked like a clothing box inside and when he lifted the top…..there was a leather gladiator costume inside, a well-made costume…..and it looked sexy as hell! He looked up at Javi, “And where am I going to wear this? Certainly not to a Halloween party unless it’s just you and…..” “Of course you’re not wearing it anywhere near anyone but me! I may love to show you off, but I’m not completely crazy. You’ll wear it for me and you’ll wear it in our own personal fantasy world right here….or maybe on the road somewhere????” Kurt finally pulled it out of the box, inspecting it like he would any other piece of clothing…thoroughly. Oh, yes, this was certainly the stuff of fantasies….

When Nate wandered into the living room Christmas Day, Blaine was wide awake, humming in the kitchen and again fixing what smelled like a wonderful breakfast. He smiled to himself, wondering how Blaine managed to keep himself in shape if he ate like this every day. They’d left the party at around two in the morning, glad neither of them had to drive anywhere. Despite having lived in large cities where driving wasn’t always the norm, their upbringings reminded them that drinking and driving was a definite no. Neither were drunk, but they were certainly happy…and tired….so sleep came easily last night.

“Well, good morning, Mr. Sunshine! What’s on the menu this morning?” It was almost noon, but…. “French toast and eggs! Want some coffee?” “Sure, but I can get it. I’m assuming the happy pill you took must have a name?” He joked referring to the night before. Blaine turned around and said, “Yes, thank you, I had a very good time last night!” “And…..his name?” “Okay, if you must know….and apparently you must, his name is Jeff.” “And….? Do I have to drag the details out of you?” “Let me get this on the table first, okay?”

Once they were settled, with food on their plates and coffee beside them, Blaine gave Nate all the pertinent details about the man who’d kept him occupied for the majority of the party. “And….?” Nate said again, he was having fun teasing his cousin. “And….what?” “Are you going to see him again?” “Um….yeah….do you mind that I asked him over for dinner tonight? He’s not from around here either and…” “You would hate to see him spend Christmas alone, right? How thoughtful of you, Blaine!” Nate chuckled. Blaine sort of half-smiled and said, “You don’t mind….do you?” “Hey! If he can take your mind off of …..and maybe even, I don’t know….” “Don’t say it! I don’t want to jinx it.” Nate nodded and kept his silence.

They’d spent the day watching It’s a Wonderful Life and The Wizard of Oz; it wasn’t a Christmas tale, but it was still one of Kurt’s favorite movies. “So….while I’m dressed like Spartacus, what are you going to be wearing?” “Whatever you want me to wear….or not,” Javi smirked, “After all, you won’t be wearing it all that long. I guess it depends on whose fantasy it is.” “It doesn’t require learning to maneuver a chariot, does it?” “Only if it’s an outdoor fantasy….no moving chariots in the house.” “Are you going to share your toys with me?” “Well, I didn’t plan on playing with them alone! What fun would that be? But, I might have to read the instructions to you….”You don’t think I can read? And what makes you think I don’t already know how to use them?” “Tell ya what, I’ll let you read the instructions AND then I’ll let you practice….on me!”

Kurt grabbed his messy curls, pulling him down onto the couch so they were facing each other, “You make a very sexy Santa, ya know, and I know I said I quit believing when I was nine, but…..I do believe there must be a Santa for every decade, which means you must be my very own Mexican Santa.” Kurt gazed into Javi’s eyes, running a finger along his lips, “But…. Santa never let me do this….or touch him….here….and especially not…..here?…when I sat on his lap….” His hand slowly wandering Javi’s nakedness. “I did get to kiss him on the cheek…..but I have a feeling that this Santa would rather I……kiss him here behind his ear..so I can whisper what I reaaalllyyyyy want…or here….oh yes I can tell…definitely here,” Kurt whispered, kissing him softly…..and then not so softly….on the lips, teasing him with the tip of his tongue..”

Your eyes are giving you away…..almost black….like when you want me…tell me you want me Javito…show me…..I promise I won’t tell… Santa deserves a gift too……” his hand still moving, feeling Javi respond to his touch…but before he kissed him thoroughly, he murmured, “Merry Christmas, my naughty Santa…….I love you and….I need you and….I want you…all of you….every inch of you, mi Santa. Ramos. Ruiz,” finally showing Javi he wasn’t teasing anymore.