CHAPTER 33/34 VISITING WONDERLAND

CHAPTER 33/34 – VISITING WONDERLAND

Javi quietly watched Kurt as they each drew circles and figure-eights on each other’s body, every facial expression, every muscle movement, the rise and fall of his exquisite chest….he extended his hand and lightly ran his fingers through the downy hair nestled over his breastbone, then tugged on it just enough for Kurt to open his eyes. He slowly leaned over Kurt and kissed each nipple, hearing Kurt’s slight gasp. Unconsciously slipping into Spanish rhythms of speech he murmured, “You are ready, no? Oh, mi amorcito (my sweetheart)….” Kurt’s eyes silently said what his voice could not and he nodded.

Javi reached for Kurt’s hand, they rose to their feet and Javi said, “Follow me.” Javi had placed Kurt’s bag and satchel in the hallway that connected the four bedrooms. He looked sideways at Kurt and pointed to one of the doors, “This room is mine. You may choose any one of the others. It is yours for as long as you want it.” Kurt smiled inwardly; he felt a bit like Goldilocks. At least that broke some of the current of tension for him. He chose the one next to Javi’s and picked up his bags, setting them down beside the door. He turned to Javi and kissed him thoroughly, then whispered, “You know you drive me crazy, Javi…” to which Javi replied, “Y tu me vuelves loco tambien” repeating Kurt’s words back to him. “And perhaps before this night is over, we will both be helplessly, totally insane…”

“I’ll be in the media room later if you want to join me.” He opened the door to his bedroom and closed it quietly behind him. Kurt picked up his bags again and opened the door. He was immediately surrounded by the slightest aroma of sandalwood. A few small lamps gave the room a warm feeling providing just enough light; hmmm, good feng shui. Kurt had to laugh at himself. Really, Kurt???? He set his things on the floor and sat down on the queen size bed. As he placed his hands behind him, he thought, “A silk duvet?…” And sheets! he noted, looking at the pillows. On each nightstand was what looked sort of like a baby monitor….a two-way baby monitor. The room had an en suite bathroom as well. As Kurt continued to take in the room, he undid his belt, removed his jeans and boxers and laid down on the bed, sinking into the down comforter. At first he thought he might leave his underwear on, but the thought of lying nude on silk was just too enticing. Two of Javi’s shirts, one long-sleeved and one short lay on the pillow next to him along with one of his hats. Javi had asked for Kurt’s clothing earlier in the evening. There were two medium-sized pieces of fabric on the bed under the pillow, one blue silk and one red velvet, just like the pillows in the living room. Resting on the nightstand was an uncorked bottle of Kurt’s favorite wine and a goblet. Photos of Javi large and small were strategically placed around the room, something else that Javi had asked for earlier. There was nothing that the man hadn’t thought of.

Kurt startled a bit when he heard Javi’s voice from either side of the bed, realizing what the monitors were for. Oh my God! Was this really happening??? To him??? Javi in stereo said in his softest voice, “Are you comfortable, mi Kurtito?” To which he replied, “Yes…but I sort of feel like Alice when she arrived in Wonderland.” Javi laughed. “Oh, you have no idea what Wonderland can be like. This will be nothing like Alice’s adventures I can assure you.”

Javi whispered, “So, where are you, what are you doing, what are you wearing?” Kurt thought for a minute and replied, “I’m lying on a bed of down and silk trying to take all of this in. You left nothing to chance did you? I’m Javi gazing, enjoying all the photos of you, exploring every inch of your body with my eyes. In fact, I just picked one of them up. The one of you sitting on the side of the pool in sunglasses wearing next to nothing. Do you know what just looking at you does to me? And what I’m wearing is nothing,” Kurt was really getting into this, “unless you count my earring.”

“Oh, yes, mi amor, I can be quite el hombre travieso…um, the mischievous man.” This time Kurt laughed. He was finally relaxing. He turned his head towards Javi’s voice and asked, “So what about you? I want every detail, Javi…” Wow! Javi was a bit taken aback and delighted by that!

“Ah, before this night is over, you will have every detail. I want you to close your eyes while I describe everything to you, mi Kurtito. I’m propped against the headboard of a bed covered in black velvet from top to bottom to match those curls you love to touch. And now that I have your full attention, I’m removing my red bikinis. Oh, yes, much better…I hate wearing underwear by the way…yes, nothing on but a tiny earring. I’m closing my eyes and imagining your gorgeous body on a bed of red silk, sliding your hand down the silk reaching for the part of your body that you wish was in my hand, as I do the same here…only a few inches of wall divide you and me. Hmmm….let’s try that, shall we? We’re both longing for our hands to be the others; it’s like an ache…..” Kurt closed his eyes and did as Javi had described, already so hard it really was like an ache… “Then, you remember the perfume bottle of oil on the nightstand. You open your eyes for just a moment to pour some of the oil into your hand. You drink in the scent…what do you smell, mi amor?” Kurt realized he was holding his breath. He let it out slowly and brought the oil up close enough to catch the scent of Sauvage. “Sauvage….it smells like you…wild like you….” “And mine smells like sandalwood…..like you, sweet and smooth and warm, a bit exotic….” “Is the oil warm enough?” At first Kurt nodded his head and then realized what he was doing, and simply said, “Yes, it’s very warm, not…quite…hot, though, mi corazon (my heart).” Javi was quiet for a moment and then murmured, “Choose one of the squares of fabric beside you. I am choosing the silk because I want to know what this feels like for you. Choose one and tell me what it is.” Kurt decided to follow suit and picked up the velvet. “The velvet…I want to feel what this has felt like for you.” “I’m pretty sure you know how to use the oil, but just in case you don’t…” he teased, “I want you to stroke it very slowly over your pene y cojones (penis and balls)…I’m not one for silly or vulgar names for the human anatomy, but as you say it sounds better in Spanish.” He chuckled a bit. “I am doing the same, taking in the smell….watching you in my mind, as your hand moves in rhythm with your body….and my body.” He was quiet for a moment allowing them both to enjoy what they were picturing, what they were feeling, the scents…and yes, the sounds, their sounds…” Lost in the complete and utter erotica of themselves and each other, time dissolved. Javi whispered ever so softly, “the velvet…take it into your hand and continue….just continue…” his voice fading into the sounds of ecstasy, the breathing, the moans, the exclamations of what experiencing this with Kurt was doing to him….Kurt was so taken up in the experience that when he finally came it felt like he was free-falling back to the softness of the bed, the room around him slowly taking shape. As he lay there almost gasping for air, all he could say was, “Oh, my god!!!” As he slowly reoriented himself, he heard Javi moving on the bed in the next room. He was sitting up against the headboard again, slightly out of breath himself. As his breathing slowed, he spoke to Kurt again, saying. “Do you still feel like Alice, mi amor?” with a smile in his voice. Kurt could not say anything that made any sense to him. His mind and his body had just returned from a place he had never experienced with anyone. Finally, he took a deep breath and then let it out, “Not Alice….but definitely a different realm of Wonderland that I’ve never read about.” Javi laughed, “Oh, how you make me smile, me pequeno amor (my little love).”

“Take all the time you need; I’ll be in the media room in a little bit, or you can stay where you are if you like.” Kurt told him he would meet him and Javi asked him to bring the wine and his glass with him. And then Javi’s voice was gone. Kurt closed his eyes, lost in all that had just transpired. He still wasn’t thinking clearly. Was he missing something? Nothing like this had ever been suggested to him by any of his friends, not something he’d ever found online, although that wasn’t his favorite way of gathering info. Surely, the imagination that had woven together such a scenario was not exclusive to Latinxs or any other culture. He couldn’t think of a single friend who thought like this. For them, masturbation was a means to an end, relieve the sexual tension and get on with your day. Had they been hiding it? Who would want to hide something like this? Still not believing what he had experienced, he finally got up and decided to take a shower.

The bathroom was similar to the bedroom in that the lighting was low and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the air. He grabbed what he needed from his overnight bag, his body wash, his shampoo, and stood under the cascading shower as his body relaxed. He let his mind go, thinking of nothing, enjoying all of the sensations that apparently he had taken for granted all this time. As he stepped out of the shower, he noticed a robe lying on a small chair. Yes, Javi really had thought of everything.

He toweled off, letting his damp hair fall over his forehead, not wanting to bother with it. As he looked in the mirror, he saw someone he’d forgotten existed. Kurt Hummel, relaxed, content, alive.

He found a clean pair of underwear, wrapped himself in the robe, took one more look in the mirror, looked around the room and sighed. He opened the door to find a yellow rose lying by the door with a note that said, “You are all I ever want, mi amor.” He picked up the rose, slipped the note in the pocket of the robe, and went to join Javi.