CHAPTER 30 THE CONNECTION – LA TO SAN DIEGO

CHAPTER 30 – LA TO SAN DIEGO

He grabbed a couple of pillows, propped himself against the headboard and slowly drank the sweet red wine wondering why he didn’t feel tense or restless. As he let his thoughts meander through his mind, he slowly realized why. All of his senses had been satisfied.

Thankfully, Kurt had been busy with school and work to mark the time between Tuesday and Friday. Javi had texted him at least once a day…and sent pics of himself shirtless, pantless in only a shirt with tails long enough to show his muscular legs, in a pair of swim trunks sitting at the side of a pool and a few that Javi said “someone had been kind enough to take of him….don’t worry! Her name is Lisa.” Javi was in various poses of semi-undress. Kurt had to smile at that. Javi told him he would get them developed in LA. He’d continued, “You can send me some now or save them for Friday. Just thought I’d give you….a taste…followed by winking emojis and some wearing sunglasses. Kurt took some selfies and found some pics that had been taken in New York, one of him shirtless at NYADA in fencing class and a few Santana had taken at the apartment that they shared, along with Rachel. He’d taken a few of Santana for Brittany as a favor. He tried not to think about why Santana had taken the pictures for him. It didn’t matter anymore.

He tried to get everything he needed to accomplish done on Thursday night so he’d have the weekend totally free. Javi was getting in at 1 p.m. on Friday. They’d made plans to go to an out of the way restaurant, Javi had already made reservations for 7 that evening, and Kurt was carefully planning what to wear. He’d texted Javi and asked about the dress code and suggestions. He got a reply a few minutes later, “Nothing would be nice….but I’m pretty sure they require at least a shirt and pants. Something like what you wore to The Rafters will be just fine. I’m missing you, mi amor.”

Again, never knowing what Javi might wear, he decided on a bit dressy, a bit understated, and go from there. He decided on a charcoal gray shirt, a light weight black knee length coat and matching black pants, pleated at the waist. He was already tall and slim and this outfit enhanced his physique. Let’s see, the skinny black tie with the tiny pink stripes for a touch of color, worn loose. He buttoned and unbuttoned the coat…unbuttoned. Shoes were easy, black dress shoes definitely. He wasn’t one to wear a lot of jewelry, but he’d found a ring he’d really liked at the boutique. It was about an inch wide, black with geometric stripes of mother of pearl. He slipped it on, and turned from side to side, making sure the look was balanced. To earring or not to earring? He found one he thought might work with the ring, black with a mother of pearl star in the center. He’d wear his hair up, thinking it’s just going to get messed up later anyway…..and smiled. He hung everything back in the closet.

Next on his list, what to take with him to Javi’s. He had practically memorized what Javi had talked about, what he and Antonio had used in one of their apparently successful experiments. He sometimes wondered why it didn’t bother him when Javi talked about Tonio, what they’d done together, why they’d done this or that. Honestly, how could he be jealous of a man who’d been gone for almost 8 years, a man who was never going to be in Javi’s life again, physically anyway. And it was so very obvious that Javi was ready to move on….with him. Why shouldn’t they benefit from what Javi had learned, and probably some things he wished he’d never had to learn from Antonio? Life was layered, you built on your past to hopefully make your present and future better. He was finally starting to realize the same thing was true about his past with Blaine. His current relationship with Javi would hopefully be informed by the good things he’d shared with Blaine. The bitterness and pain were subsiding and he was beginning to see their past bond as something positive. Okay, enough of what was. Let’s work on what is!

Kurt loved the scent of sandalwood as long as it wasn’t too heavy. It was calming. He’d found some candles back in New York, but hadn’t used them at all since arriving in San Diego. Javi had asked him to bring the sleeveless green shirt he’d worn in the park the last time they were together and told him not to wash it; in fact, he’d said if he had a couple shirts he hadn’t washed yet he wanted him to bring them. He told him to bring the cologne he’d been wearing the night he played at You Are Here. He asked Kurt if he had any recordings of him talking…or even better, singing. He did, so he picked out a couple of them. Kurt had asked what kind of music and Javi had said whatever his favorites were. Kurt even had a couple videos they’d made at NYADA when he sang solo and Javi said, Ah! That, too! He wanted him to pick up his favorite fruit or a food that he found sensual. He had never really thought a lot about whether food was sensual much, but he picked up some concord grapes and tangelos. Javi had asked what his favorite fabric was, the feel of it. Kurt said silk. Javi gave him a half-smile, and then told Kurt his was velvet and if he had any velvet clothing or something he owned that was velvet to bring that. Javi would provide the silk. He gathered up the photos he had and tucked them into the satchel. He went over his list, sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste. He still had time to add or subtract if he wanted.

By the time he was done with his preparations he was pleasantly tired. He laid down on top of the softness of the duvet on his bed, closed his eyes, tried to relax and brought Javi to mind, as Javi had asked him to do. He was going to call Kurt, not text him, in 20 minutes. Javi was doing exactly what Kurt was doing right now. Lying on a bed somewhere with closed eyes, bringing Kurt into his mind. Javi had told him not to force any thoughts, but just to let the time and his imagination take over.

In his mind, Javi was touching his face again, exploring it silently with his fingertips, softly sighing as his fingers stopped on Kurt’s closed eyelids, slid over his eyelashes and eyebrows, and moved gently down his jawline to his chin. He cupped Kurt’s face from underneath his chin, kissed him lightly on the chin, and barely touched Kurt’s lips with his own, over and over again. He gradually made the kiss more demanding until Kurt couldn’t stop himself from reaching for him and pulling him to the ground, kissing him back with utter abandon, lying next to him on the blanket in the park. And the phone rang…..While Kurt was in his imaginary world consisting of only he and Javi, Javi was also in the world of his head and his heart. He believed the two were linked so closely so as to be completely intertwined. His heart could not be fully alive if his mind was not engaged with it and vice versa.

As he lay in the quiet of the small apartment he kept in LA for his frequent trips, he invited Kurt into his heart. He pictured himself as he was that Saturday with his hand resting over Kurt’s beating heart. He could hear the steady pulse of it as he listened to Kurt breathing. He took a deep breath and tried to imagine the smell of Kurt’s cologne and his hair. He brought back the faint taste of grapes on Kurt’s lips and his tongue when he’d kissed him that day in the park and remembered the shock that traveled the entire length of his body the first time he had touched the tip of his tongue to Kurt’s. And lastly, he brought back that image of Kurt that never left him. Kurt unaware of his approach, and his turning to see Javi walk towards him, his eyes, his smile, his entire face almost brilliant as if seeing Javi was the beginning and the end of his world, and Kurt not even being aware of it. He took another breath and thanked the God he would always believe in for the future of Kurt and the past of Tonio, and how He had laced all that was and would be into something good. Tonio would remain the Sun that he was, always; Kurt would become the new light of his life.

The soft sound of his phone alarm brought him back to the world. He took a moment to reorient himself and picked up the phone to call Kurt.

When Kurt answered, Javi asked in a hushed voice, “What are you doing right now, luz de mi vida…” Kurt said, “Light of..? “My life,” Javi replied. “Thinking of you, how do you say heartbeat in Spanish?” Javi smiled to himself, “Latido del corazón.”

“What are you thinking, describe it to me.” So as best he could, Kurt described in detail what had been slipping and sliding through his mind for the past 20 minutes. As comfortable as he was with Javi, describing his intimate thoughts in detail was not something he was used to. When he was done, Javi whispered, “And now I will tell you my thoughts, mi amor.”As Javi described where he had been for the past 20 minutes, Kurt was sure he was going to melt right where he lay. This was one of the single most erotic things he might have ever done or heard…. When Javi was done, they were both quiet for a minute and then Javi said, “Did you buy your favorite wine?” Kurt replied that a glass was sitting right next to him on the nightstand, just as they had planned.

“Please, let us toast this moment and then you may do what you want with the rest of the evening, but the wine will help you sleep. You are free to end this evening however you choose. I am there with you, in your mind, in your heart….and I will stay on this phone connected to you until you are ready for me to go.” They had talked about this part and what Javi was trying to say is he would stay on the phone until Kurt had physically satisfied himself….with Javi on the phone. Kurt said, “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. I want to just lay here and be…as you would say.” Kurt asked, “Do you want me to stay with you?” Javi smiled to himself again and said, “No, Kurt, mi estrella brillante, my shining star….we’ll celebrate tonight, tomorrow night.” Javi hung up and Kurt put his phone down.

Kurt laid there stunned. It was the only word he could think of to describe what had just happened. And he was totally relaxed. There would be no pacing tonight, no showers. He almost laughed as he thought, “If this is Spanish phone sex, I’m moving across the border!”