CHAPTER 36 FIRST WEEKEND TOGETHER

The links below are just what they say they are. I can’t seem to find a video or link that shows Kurt actually singing all of Don’t Cry For Me Argentina so I did the best I could. I’ve never done this with The Boy Next Door, but I watched it with the sound off. If anything, Chris is just as hot and gorgeous with the sound off. And they really highlighted his eyes in that video.

Kurt couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a weekend like this one, if ever. It was Sunday afternoon and they’d just come back from the beach. Kurt had spent little time there since arriving in San Diego. Between his body consciousness and his fair skin….well, as magnificent as the ocean was and the weather that came with living here, it just seemed like too much of a hassle. But, Javi had persuaded him to give it another chance. He hadn’t brought his swim trunks with the other clothing he’d packed, and not surprisingly, Javi had a treasure trove of them. He found a pair that fit that weren’t too revealing, and Javi being Javi, his choice was a pair just short of being a thong. Kurt had to smile at that. He saw more of that exceptional body in beach attire than he’d been allowed even on Friday night. This man could be a class A tease and Kurt was loving every second.

It had been late when they finally succumbed to sleep Friday night…actually, Saturday morning. Between the feel of the silk bedding on his skin and the knowledge that Javi was so very close, he fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. When he finally woke up it was almost noon. He stretched lazily and took in his surroundings once again. As he took his time waking up, the world could not have felt more perfect. Spending time with Javi felt like the ultimate aphrodisiac and cerebral experience all at the same time. Oh, he was in love without a doubt, but as his “man in the hat” had said, there was no reason to rush what they had right now. Finally, he made himself get up, and looking around the room he noted the evidence of all that had transpired there the night before. He decided to straighten the room before he took a shower. Each item he picked up brought back the lovemaking that had taken place here. The squares of silk and velvet, the bottle of oil, the clothing and robe he’d tossed carelessly on a chair. He could still smell the faint aroma of sandalwood. He’d slept with Javi’s long-sleeved shirt wrapped around him, his hat sitting on the pillow beside him.

He had quickly texted Adam as soon as they walked into Javi’s house. He didn’t even have to think about whether he’d be staying the night and probably the weekend when he saw all that Javi had done. Adam, and probably not many of his friends, would call what had transpired between him and Javi lovemaking, but they would be oh so very wrong. He felt as close to the man who’d created every detail of last night’s encounter, well, encounters, but the second one had been for Kurt to create, as he’d ever felt to Blaine. Not just physically, but totally, emotionally and even spiritually. Although he didn’t really know his own thoughts on the last one, he knew Javi’s. He had been so open and honest. That he saw god as rejoicing over their supposedly unnatural love (he would always be able to hear the taunts and hatred from those who thought being gay was not just wrong but filthy)…he’d never heard anyone say that. He sat on the bed for a minute as one of Mateo’s videos played in his mind. What had existed between Javi and Antonio was this. Body, mind, spirit. All of it. It was completely unconventional but terribly desirable. He was a bit surprised that the thought of Blaine and Antonio didn’t bother him right now, and he took it as a very good sign.

After he’d taken a shower and gotten dressed, he padded down the hallway to find Javi sitting in the media room again. He’d obviously been busy tidying the living room and he’d just sat down with a cup of espresso. He’d made something not nearly as strong for Kurt, told him where the cups were and invited him to sit beside him. “Oh! mi amor, such a heavenly sight you are to wake up to!” Kurt took in that Javi smile, almost childlike at times. He set his coffee cup on one of the coasters and took Javi’s face into his hands and looked deeply into his eyes for a moment, then wrapped his arms around him and covered his face with kisses, taking his time, as Javi responded by wrapping his arms around Kurt and kissing him back. Kurt slowly broke the kiss, tucked his feet under his legs and rested his hand on Javi’s thigh.

They sat there for the longest time in silence and finally Javi asked if he was hungry. As it turned out, they were both ravenous. Moving to the homey kitchen with its solid wood decor and comfortable chairs around a table that could seat 6, Javi created an omelet stuffed with veggies, sausage and a touch of Mexican spices.

As they planned their day, talking about everything and nothing, Javi continued to observe Kurt letting his eyes and his senses absorb this fascinating man. Being in love was like no other feeling on earth. He was captivated by every move he made, every word that fell from those delicious lips that tasted of Kurt. As the light from the window played over those inexplicable eyes and his gaze moved over Kurt’s body he felt all the emotions from the night before wash over him. The connection he felt between the two of them already was anything but tenuous. They weren’t fighting their feelings, but neither were they giving into rushing forward, allowing their overwhelming desires to guide the direction their relationship was taking. He knew all too well the inner strength it took to do what they were doing.

For the first time in a very long time, it was actually raining. It wouldn’t last long, but it made the idea of staying inside more inviting. When they’d finished brunch and cleaned up the kitchen, they went back to the media room. If there was a form of entertainment and the equipment it took to sustain it, it would be found in this room. Javi asked Kurt if he’d remembered to bring the videos from some of his performances at NYADA, and although watching himself singing was not his favorite activity, his sense of fair play once again told him that he had had every opportunity and more to watch Javi sing and perform, so the least he could do was reciprocate. He went back to the bedroom and got them out of his satchel.

Javi was again sitting on the couch. It was by far the most comfortable piece of furniture in the room and it was long enough to accommodate even Kurt’s height if he was lying down. A pitcher of cold water with lemon sat on the coffee table along with two goblets, just like last night. Celebrating water seemed to be something Javi took seriously, Kurt thought with a smile. He handed the videos to Javi and the first one he chose was of him singing Don’t Cry for Me Argentina. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing, but he kept silent. Here was a singer with a range that was rarely found in anyone that he knew of, his breath control, the vibrato and the stage presence, there was that “it” again. He had chills just watching. It almost brought him to tears. Still, he didn’t say anything. He picked up another, The Boy Next Door. Gold lame pants so tight he could not imagine how he moved with such fluidity in them! He looked so young and so mature all at the same time. And suddenly Kurt had gone from soulful and sad to playful and sassy with enough sex appeal to attract anyone he could ever want. And his moves! His hip swivels would embarrass even Elvis! He tried not to think too hard about the hip swivels…a distraction he didn’t need. There were a few more videos, but they could watch them later.

“Kurt! You’ve been hiding this person in one of America’s biggest states of entertainment opportunity? Where did you learn to sing and move like that? You took me on a rollercoaster of emotion in just two songs!”

Kurt just sort of shrugged and said, “I didn’t really have much formal training unless you count some theatre in high school…and I was in Glee Club. We even won a few competitions. I went to New York thinking Broadway was what I was looking for, but I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know what I’m looking for, really.”

“You can sing way beyond who knows how many professional singers, including me! You can dance; you have natural rhythm. And you have the looks that in California could take you almost anywhere in entertainment. You are the entire package and then some! Hasn’t anyone ever told you what you are and what you have???”

Kurt looked at Javi and shrugged again, “Well, not exactly like that, no. But, I’m not even sure if that’s the direction I want to go. I came to California for lots of reasons, but I wasn’t really looking for much beyond finishing school. Sure, I like performing and Glee Club was lots of fun, but….” Javi looked at him and nodded. “And being an entertainer, no matter the medium, is something you have to crave. It’s got to be in your soul. If it’s not, this business can tear you apart. Fame is a fickle friend and often more enemy than friend. You’re right, just because you have a talent, a gift, for something doesn’t mean it’s your destiny. But, being an entertainer, seeing what I just saw makes me want everyone to see and hear it, and perhaps it makes me a little jealous, too. When I say you have it all, I mean it!”

Again, they went silent and listened to the rain. For a moment Kurt felt homesick, not just because of the rain, but because again he had that feeling that he had come home right here. He hadn’t told his dad about Javi yet. Not because he didn’t think his dad would approve. Burt would probably be ecstatic. He knew how hard the breakup with Blaine had been for Kurt. He just kind of wanted to keep him a bit of a secret for a while longer.

Javi was laying on the couch with his head on the arm and Kurt was laying with his head in Javi’s lap. He was playing with the curls on Javi’s forehead. He couldn’t get enough of running his fingers through them. He looked up at Javi and said, “Can I ask you something?” Javi reached down drawing Kurt closer to him. “Ask me anything, mi amor. If I can answer it, I will.” Kurt, with his eyes closed, he was so relaxed, asked, “Do you remember when you said that you and Tonio had been lovers almost from the beginning?” Javi nodded, and said, “Yes, I remember.”

“Well, if you and he were….doing what you and I are trying to do, what did you mean by saying you were lovers almost from the beginning?” Ah, he saw the confusion Kurt was experiencing. How to explain?

“I think part of it is cultural and part of it is how Tonio and I interpreted what being lovers meant. I don’t know that this is true of Americans in general, but being someone’s lover here usually implies, how do I put this? A fully consummated sexual relationship or an extramarital affair of some sort. Latinxs use ‘lover’ in a much broader sense, someone you love deeply, someone you may have a sexual relationship with but it can be at any stage, like us. Tonio and I, we knew almost from the moment we met that our destinies were combined. That is what I meant when I said we were lovers almost from the beginning. And, Kurt….I hope I’m not assuming or presuming something that isn’t real, but for my part I feel the same way about you. Whether you feel that way yet I don’t know, but to me you are my lover, mi amante.” Kurt was quiet again for a while, his head still in Javi’s lap. Finally, he reached up and put his hand over Javi’s heart and said, “And you are mi amante, my lover, in any and every language.”

It was getting late and they had planned to go to After the Bars Close for dinner. Rain was so rare in San Diego and Javi loved walking in the rain. They had a little time before they had to get ready though. Wishing he could stay right where he was forever, but getting up anyway, Javi sat up and Kurt moved up, too.

“My beautiful and talented, Kurtito, I forgot two things last night. You took me by surprise and spirited me away back to Wonderland! See what you do to me?” he laughed.

He reached behind him to the end table and picked up a black velvet jewelry box. “Have you noticed my new earring?” Javi asked, playing with it so Kurt could see it better. Kurt had noticed, but decided not to say anything. Even though it had his first initial K on it, maybe it had another meaning for Javi or maybe no meaning at all.

Kurt held it on his fingers and said, “I did, it’s very….Javi.” It really was and he couldn’t think of any other way to say it. Javi held the black box out to Kurt and said, “Open it! I promise the White Rabbit will not leap out.” Kurt lifted it open and there lay an identical earring to Javi’s, with his first initial J, twinkling as it caught the light. He didn’t know what to say. He carefully removed it from the box, removed the one he was already wearing, and slipped the new one through his earlobe. “Oh, Javi! It’s gorgeous…and so unique! You had them custom made, didn’t you?” “So, now if anyone tries to pick you up, you can just show them this and say, “Sorry, I’m with Javi.” Kurt smiled, “I don’t need anything to prove who I’m with. I’d just say, “Sorry, I’m hopelessly in love with Javi, and there’s no way you can even begin to compete.”

Before Kurt could kiss him, he got up, went to the fridge and reached for the wine they’d forgotten about the night before. He set it on the coffee table along with two wine goblets, then poured some for each of them. “I said we would toast our phone rendezvous last week this weekend and now we have even more to celebrate!

He reached for Kurt’s arms, then placed them around his neck. He picked up one of the glasses he’d filled halfway with wine, raised it a little and murmured, “To being in love. I’ve been looking for you for what seems like an eternity. And an eternity is what I hope for you and me.” Then, he handed the glass to Kurt who took it in his hand and raised it. He had to pause, trying to find his voice. “To the bright star in the sky that I was sure had deserted me. But it was just hiding, and then it fell to Earth and there you were, burning even more brightly. May you never hide yourself from me again.”

They each took a sip of the wine as Kurt’s arms tightened around Javi and their lips met in a cloud of passion that was almost unbearable, their moans and sighs punctuating the quiet. At last, Javi raised his head just long enough to say, “How do you feel about calling for a pizza instead?” Kurt sort of chuckled and said, between breaths, “Who needs food?” Then, he removed Javi’s T-shirt and his own in one swift move and pulled Javi down on top of him, wondering what imaginative scenario they could create this time to suit the limitations they’d placed on their physical relationship. That’s when he realized that that had become half the fun!

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