CHAPTER 45 – HALLOWEEN/LE JAZZ HOT

CHAPTER 45 – HALLOWEEN/LE JAZZ HOT

The week had gone by so quickly!  And Kurt was so excited for the weekend, especially Friday night; Halloween!  On Monday, he and Javi had worked on their costumes.  After the costume had arrived and Kurt had checked it over carefully, he realized he only had to make a few alterations.  He was more muscular than when he was in high school and definitely taller, so it was a good thing that the pants were loose and left lots of room for him to hem them.  Once they started putting it all together, deciding on makeup, taking everything off, then putting it back on, checking themselves out in the glass door mirrors in Javi’s bedroom, Kurt was almost glad Javi had suggested this.  He still felt a little self conscious about it, but as Javi had reminded him more than once, there would be others dressed in far less clothing and, besides, they did look rather sexy together in their attire.  

He’d called his dad earlier in the day to discuss holiday plans with him.  He loved his conversations with Burt and Carole.  It always reminded him of how very lucky he was to have such parents, and Carole was as close to a mother as he would ever have.  Carole had poured every bit of love into Kurt that she could no longer give to Finn.  Finn hadn’t been his stepbrother for very long when he died, but he still missed him terribly.  Finn was never really a stepbrother, he was a brother in every sense of the word from the day Burt and Carole were married.   

After they’d traversed the usual “how are yous” and “how’s school” chatter, Kurt took a breath and said, “Dad, I’ve met someone…someone who’s become very important to me.”  Burt smiled, he knew it!  Details, he wanted details, but he allowed Kurt to continue in his own way.  “His name is Javi…well, his name is really Javier Ramos Ruiz, Javi is his stage name.”  Burt remained silent, thinking stage name?  An actor, a singer, maybe? then said, “So tell me about him, Kurt.”  Kurt said in a rush of words, “Well, I’d like to bring him home with me over the holidays, if that’s okay.”  “Of course it’s okay!  Now, tell me about…Javi?”  “Si, I mean yes, Javi,” why was he so nervous?  “He’s a Latinx pop singer from Mexico, but he spends part of the year in San Diego.  He’s a really wonderful person, dad.  I’m happy for the first time in what seems like forever.”  “That’s pretty obvious, Kurt, and…?”  “Well, what do you want to know?”  “Oh, maybe, how old he is?  How long have you known each other?  What you like about him so much?  You know, the usual dad questions.”  

“I met him about a month or so after we got here.  He’s 35, and yes, we’ve talked about the age difference…Um, we both love music, obviously, and the arts in general.  He’s helped me make some friends here.  And he really cares about me…well, we care about each other a lot….”  Burt jumped in trying to save his son from the awkwardness.  “If he makes you this happy, as your generation would say I’m down with that, but I’m looking forward to meeting him.”  Of course, his dad mind was in overdrive, ideas bouncing all over the place, he’s 35?  A 13-year age difference….Mexico?  Is he an American citizen, too?  What kind of friends was Kurt making? Kurt had asked Javi if he would mind if his father watched some of his music videos.  Javi had basically said of course he didn’t mind…yes, to please invite him to check out anything he wanted to, and besides, how were they going to stop him?  He said if he was Kurt’s dad that’d be one of the first things he’d want to do and then probably look for anything on the net about this guy. “I asked him if he would mind if you watched some of his videos on Youtube…and of course there are interviews out there, too.  He sort of invited you to the party…..maybe that’s not the way to put it, but anyway…you know what I mean.”  Burt chuckled, “Kurt, don’t be so nervous, I’m glad you want me to meet him.”

Then Kurt continued in a tentative voice, “And um, I’m planning to meet with Blaine while I’m home…just to talk.” This probably bothered Burt more than a new boyfriend.  Like everyone else who loved Kurt, no one could stand the thought of his being hurt again.  Kurt had never told him the whole story behind their breakup, but he’d heard enough around Lima to get an idea of what had happened.  “I just need some answers, I guess.  I didn’t really give him a chance to clear the air before I moved out here…”  And no wonder, Burt thought.  If he would have bet on Kurt’s future, he was sure Kurt and Blaine would have made it together, even after that one breakup while they were still in high school.  “So, this is a good thing then?  Talking to Blaine, I mean?”  “Yeah, dad, it’s something I have to do.”  His son was a man now, but Burt would always want to protect him even when he knew that that was almost impossible.  They’d ended the conversation discussing the best days to arrange for the holidays and agreed to talk the following week.  He rarely texted Burt; he liked talking to him too much.

As Halloween approached, Kurt tried to get in as many hours as possible at work while at the same time keeping up with homework and recital practice, so it was no wonder the week had passed swiftly.  Javi had been in town, but had all kinds of arrangements to make for the scheduled appearances in Mexico coming up in November.  He was also trying to arrange subletting his apartment in Mexico City, wanting to be able to stay there when he needed to, while at the same time staying in San Diego as much as possible.  Normally, he would have spent November through April or May in Mexico City, but he wanted to be away from Kurt as little as possible.  His sister, Belita, was his first thought.  She’d wanted to leave Quinta Roo, against their parents’ wishes, of course, for a long time.  Even though she was in her late 20s and no longer living at home, she didn’t want to disappoint them.  Yet, she needed a change, and Javi wanted to help her find her way.  They were going to discuss it when he went back to Mexico.  As she’d said, she’d already disappointed their parents once by maintaining a relationship with her brother, what was one more disappointment?  They would never be happy for her no matter where she lived, unless it was Quintana Roo.  

Halloween!  Kurt loved it!  They weren’t celebrating a religious holiday that might be meaningless to some, they weren’t celebrating a national holiday that might be equally as meaningless for some, Halloween was just fun!  As far as Kurt was concerned all they were celebrating was dressing up and enjoying themselves.  The past two years he’d only gone along for the ride more or less.  He just couldn’t get into it, too many memories, with too many people who had lived their pasts with him and Blaine, and there was always the risk that Blaine would show up at any of the many parties that Kurt attended. 

It was going to take a while to prepare for the evening ahead, so he met Javi at the house.  They shared a late lunch of subs, relaxed in the media room for a bit, and then decided to get ready, giving them extra time in case there was a costume emergency.  Since it would take longer for Kurt to get ready, they started with his costume first.  They had to get the makeup just right and had to be careful not to get any of it on the ensemble including the cape.  Of course, Kurt had done this before, but it had been a few years, and he definitely needed Javi’s help.  He’d had to use makeup for every Mateo appearance as well as his own solo venues, and most especially for music videos, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know what he was doing.  However, he’d never done anything quite this elaborate.  He wrapped most of Kurt’s upper body in soft cotton fabric to catch bits of powder and eyeshadow that might fall before putting on the whole costume.  It was quite an effort, but when they were done Kurt was staggeringly gorgeous….or so Javi thought; Kurt said something like, we did a pretty good job….really, Kurt? Javi thought a pretty good job would be something Kurt might throw on to wear around the house, that “it” factor never disappeared even for a second.  

Another hour and a half was consumed completing Javi’s garb, but when they were finished Javi declared them la pareja mas caliente en San Diego (the hottest couple in San Diego)!  Kurt smiled at Javi, “And I’m hoping we’ll be even hotter when I get you back here and remove every stitch one button at a time….” Javi raised an eyebrow and said, “Now we can’t leave your favorite holiday party early, can we, mi Kurtito?” to which he replied, “But, Javi, I’m looking forward to a little trick or treat….all we have to decide is who gets to be the treat…”  God, Javi loved it when flirtatious Kurt materialized.  It made him want to skip the party at The Rafters and move on to the after party Kurt was describing….but he would wait.  There was no way he was going to give up the plans he’d made for this evening.

When they arrived at The Rafters, it was about a half hour into the festivities.  Javi had attended he didn’t know how many Halloween parties here, and he had timed their arrival based on past experience.  He was so proud to be with this luscious man and he wasn’t above enjoying the subtle and often not so subtle looks that Kurt elicited from his friends or strangers..he wasn’t picky.  And as they walked through the door, Javi enjoyed every second of watching this roomful of costumed men, some trying so very hard not to stare, some he didn’t know giving Kurt the once, and sometimes twice over, and still others welcoming them with whistles and “woahs.”  Several of his friends gave him a knowing look, as if they were in on some private joke.  Even under all that makeup, Kurt was blushing, even though he knew all the attention wasn’t directed at him alone. He’d already heard the stories of guys trying their own luck with Javi, and getting politely but firmly shot down, although Javi had never mentioned any of it; gossip was like a second language in their neighborhood.  Jeff, one of the bartenders, caught Javi’s eye, nodded and gave him a quick wink.  And of course they weren’t the only ones evoking such a response, there were plenty of whistles and woahs to go around!

As they made their way through the quickly growing crowd, Kurt was trying hard not to stare, too.  Javi had been right when he’d told Kurt that many would be there wearing as little as possible.  There were a couple of surfer dudes, not a difficult costume, but certainly one of the best ways to show off a toned and tanned physique if you didn’t mind carrying a surfboard around all night.  Some gladiators, chests bared, with and without spears and helmets, a variety of scantily clad superheroes – there were a few who looked as if they were just dressing like what he’d come to think of as a “typical Californian” in as little clothes as possible.  And of course there was also a variety of more traditional costumes, many very creative.

Kurt was glad to see that there was a wide assortment of food; he hadn’t eaten since lunch and he didn’t like to mix alcohol and an empty stomach.  That was another thing he really liked about San Diego.  Since people rarely drove, they didn’t need a designated driver.  He really wasn’t much of a drinker, but it was nice to know he didn’t have to concern himself with drinking more than he should.  Javi was hungry, too, so Kurt removed his cape and took it to the cloakroom trying to find a place as out of the way as possible so it wouldn’t get dirty, and besides it would have been difficult to eat or drink wearing it.  As he exited the cloakroom, again, he tried not to acknowledge the turning heads and eyes following him back to the table.  Even Javi had a hard time not staring; if it was possible, Kurt looked even better without the cape.

Since there were so many at the party who were somehow involved in entertainment, part of the festivities was that whoever wanted to do so could supply the bartenders with videos or DVDs of their performances or interviews.  Although the jukebox was the main form of entertainment most of the time at The Rafters, they still had five large-screen TVs available.  It had become part of the culture; you couldn’t have a successful club without them.  

Javi had found them a large booth and it wasn’t long before it was filled with several friends.  Adam and Ethan were seated with them, but Ethan was off somewhere being the social butterfly that was Ethan.  After they were settled again with some food and their drinks, Adam glanced at Kurt, “Where did you get that costume, Kurt?  It’s amazing!  And you look totally hot, my friend!  Makes me wish I would have tried harder back in New York, ya know?”  Kurt gave him the look, one raised eyebrow and pursed lips; Adam just laughed.  Nothing was more fun than getting under his roommate’s skin.  “No really, Kurt, where did you find it?”  “I made it back in Lima.  I used it for an audition.”  Typical Kurt, Adam thought, oh, this old thing?  “Wow!  I knew you had a way with a sewing machine, but….this?  Maybe you’ll make a costume for me next year!”  Adam was dressed as Prince and he looked terrific; purple was a good color for him.  He’d even carried a guitar with him.  Adam really wanted to ask Kurt about his conversation with Blaine, but he decided against it.  Why spoil Kurt’s favorite holiday?  There’d be another time to ask questions.  When Adam was done eating, he decided to go in search of Ethan and told Kurt he’d talk to him later.

As the frolicking and feasting went on around them, Kurt and Javi did their own socializing, Javi introducing Kurt to a few people he hadn’t yet met who were in the music industry.  Some were part of the group that helped Javi manage his own career, his tours and his personal appearances.  He tried to keep his career and his personal life separate most of the time, but tonight he’d made an exception.  It was getting close to 10 o’clock and there were several videos and DVDs that had been made available to the staff.  This had become a Halloween tradition at The Rafters and for most it had become one of the highlights of the evening, along with the reveling that began at midnight, the witching hour.  It was like attending a mini-concert with some of your talented, and sometimes not so talented, friends.  There were a few who created their own silly videos just for tonight.  

After everyone in the crowd had found a place to perch, Jeff and Bryan began airing the entertainment in no particular order.  Some were of highly talented actors, singers and musicians; others were pure camp, and all of it was a blast!  All received applause, and some even standing ovations.  Javi had provided one of his own of course.  He had chosen one of Kurt’s favorites, an official video for his album, Eterno.  The song was Sobrenatural (Supernatural). Kurt had told him that he actually used it in some of his fantasies, that’s how hot he thought it was.

 As the video played, Kurt snuck a peek at Javi, giving him one of his half-smiles and then leaned over kissing him on the cheek.  Neither were quite sure if the applause was for the video or for the kiss, not that they really cared.  Javi took hold of Kurt’s fingers, then ran his thumb up and down Kurt’s palm, and there it was, the electric shock coursing from his hand up through his arm.  He had to look away before he let himself do something more than kiss Javi’s cheek.  There were a few more videos, even Adam had volunteered one of his performances at NYADA.  Kurt loved Adam’s voice, so expressive.  It took him back for a moment to when they’d met.  At the time they had been in their own relationships, but when everything fell apart, they had been each other’s rock, a sounding board.  He often wondered why it hadn’t worked for him and Adam, other than the fact that they were both rebounding, or maybe that was the reason all by itself.  As Adam’s video ended, he waited for whatever was next.  Javi had told him they always stopped at midnight, the witching hour, and it was almost midnight.  He smiled over at Adam and gave him a thumbs up and as the applause died down, the next video started.  Suddenly, his mind was jolted back to the moment.  Oh, my God!  It was him!  Kurt quickly looked at Javi and shook his head, no, Javi hadn’t really done this….but, yes, Javi really had.  He reached for Kurt, securing him to his side, his arm around Kurt’s shoulder.  And there it was; Kurt now dressed exactly as he had been in the video performing Le Jazz Hot!  

LE JAZZ HOT – KURT HUMMEL

It never ceased to amaze Javi how Kurt commanded the stage from the very moment he set foot on it.  That profile, highlighted to its best advantage, that steady gaze screaming “Look at me!” to his audience, his timing, his sassiness, his voice, so sultry, then rising to unbelievable heights, who had a range like that, who controlled their voice so effortlessly?  As he danced lightly across the stage, emphasizing his male and female sides as the play and the song were meant to do, the sparkle of his clothing matching that “it” that could not be hidden, the room grew quiet.  Yes! thought Javi, they’re seeing it; they’re feeling it; this was why he’d invited some of his management team tonight.  He’d watched this innumerable times and it still gave him chills.

When it was over, Adam caught Kurt’s eye and mouthed, “What the hell?” and then broke out into a big smile, clapping as he stood up, and the entire crowd stood as well.  Kurt was stunned; he didn’t know what he was feeling.  Javi had planned all of this, but why?  It had been like pulling teeth just to get Kurt to agree to wear this outfit.  Javi had dressed in a top hat and tails to match the dancers in the video.  Of course, he understood why he’d wanted Kurt to wear it, he’d given him every single reason while begging him to agree.  But the video?  He’d been a kid when he’d done that, well, a teen, but, yeah, a kid.  And why was everyone making such a big deal of it?  Sure, the Glee clubbers had liked it, even Mr. Schue had liked it, but it was just a kid expressing his ideas about his sexuality and hoping to enlighten a handful of people on the subject.  

Finally, he looked over at Javi. who was smiling, but with tears in his eyes – why was he crying?  It wasn’t him up there on that screen!  Javi tried to wipe away his unshed tears without smearing his makeup.  “Why? Javi, why…” Javi placed a finger on Kurt’s lips and said, “Because you have to grasp what you have to offer the world before you can reach for your destiny.”  “But, I was just a kid!”  “Yes, and now you’re not!  Obviously that raw talent has been there for quite a long time,” and as Javi looked around, so did Kurt, they were still standing and asking for an encore?????  Oh, no!  Kurt was not going to expose himself this way.  He loved doing every single thing on that video, but he hadn’t sung a solo in ages.  Javi leaned over, “Kurt, address your audience, at least acknowledge their applause.”  Kurt rose slowly, barely able to look anyone in the eye.  He gave a small smile and a slight bow and sat down.  When it became obvious that Kurt did not intend to give in to their demands for an encore, everyone but Adam returned to party mode, awaiting midnight.  Adam sat down next to Javi, leaned over toward Kurt and between laughing and shaking his head asked, “Kurt!  What WAS that!!!!  How come you never showed me that video?…or actually almost all of your videos now that I think about it.”  Kurt looked at Adam like he’d lost his mind, “Adam, you’ve heard me sing, you’ve seen me perform…”  Adam started to respond, but Javi being in the middle decided he’d let them have this conversation in private, or as private as you could get in this crowd.  After Adam got up to let him out, he went looking for his assistant manager, who’d sent him a text in the middle of the applause.  Adam sat down again, “Well, yes, I’ve seen you sing and perform and you’re damn good!  But that???  That was way beyond damn good!  Why do you keep hiding yourself, Kurt?  You have more talents than any person I know and I’ve even seen that….I don’t know what to call it, that…spark you have?  You owned that stage and you owned this audience.  No, I’ve never seen THAT Kurt.”  “But I didn’t give them that video, Javi did, and honestly I’m not really sure how I feel about that.”  

“Kuuurt!”  Adam intoned, “Grateful, that’s what you should feel.  It seems like you spend half your life trying to not get noticed.  I don’t know if it’s because of what you went through in school, always being noticed for the wrong reasons, but anyone brave enough to come out in high school and in a nowhere town like Lima…man, you need to quit judging yourself by their standards.  That’s what those punks would love!  To know that they’d won!  To know that they stole your self-esteem; to know that you’re still hiding everything that makes you unique and special.  I say God bless Javi to the moon and back!  If I’d known that that video existed, I would have done the very same thing!”  Adam rarely talked to Kurt like this; he rarely talked to anybody like this.  “Okay, you’ve made your point, and I want you to know I’m taking what you’ve said seriously, but let’s continue this conversation somewhere besides in the midst of a party.”  “Yeah, okay, you’re right, Kurt.  I was just so….blown away!”

While Kurt and Adam were having their discussion, Javi found his assistant manager ordering a final drink.  He’d barely sat down when Bill grabbed his arm and asked, “Where have you been hiding that guy???”  Javi laughed and replied, “I haven’t been hiding him anywhere.  He does a fine job of hiding without help from anyone.  I’m pretty sure I gave you all of the pertinent info.  So, I guess you enjoyed it?” Javi said with a twinkle in his eye.  “Javi, the whole world should be enjoying that!  When can I get him into the studio?”  “Bill, I told you already, trying to get Kurt anywhere near a studio is going to take some time.  He has no idea of how much talent he has.  What you saw is just a small sample.  Seriously, Kurt could do anything he wants to anywhere he wants to.  Before I’d even try to get him in the studio I’d want to make sure he wants to head in that direction.  I want to help him find his destiny, Bill.”  “Oh, you artistic types,” Bill laughed, “always looking for your destinies, making sure your karma is in line with your stars and all that other…crap!  I say, you have a talent? You should use it to make a living.”  Javi laughed, too, “And that’s your job, Bill, to help we artistic types make money for you…well, and us, of course.”  Bill reached over to put his arm around Javi, and then said, “Just let me know when he’s ready to fulfill his destiny, my friend!”
Kurt and Javi stayed until almost closing and decided to forego all of the after-after parties that might go on into the next day.  When Javi had returned to their table, he slid across the booth to where Kurt was sitting.  Javi didn’t recognize the look on Kurt’s face.  It was somewhere between confused, pensive and maybe even angry.  “Kurt, are you upset with me?”  Kurt looked down at his lap, then up at Javi, “I don’t know what I am….the whole thing…” Kurt glanced up at the ceiling as if his thoughts might be written on it, “I wasn’t expecting any of that.  I guess I am upset, but not with you, not really, probably with myself more than anything,” he looked at the ceiling again, but still didn’t find any inspiration.  “Yourself, why yourself?  All you did was make a roomful of partiers happy!”  Kurt shook his head, “Just some things that Adam said that…”  “But Adam obviously loved it!  What did he say….”  “No!  It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, but he brought up some ideas….well, I’m just going to have to take the time to think about them.  Can we talk about this later, please?  It’s sorta hard to have a serious conversation in a roomful of men in costume…or lack of costume in some cases,” and there was the smile that Javi so loved.  The storm cloud was gone as the sun came out.  A few guys came over to their table to chat with Kurt and compliment him on the video.  He was polite, listening more than speaking.  He didn’t want to talk about it with them any more than he’d wanted to talk about it with Javi.  He was actually a bit relieved when they decided to call it a night and walk back to Javi’s house.  All he wanted to do was push the nattering thoughts aside and focus on his plans for the rest of the evening.  He smiled to himself as he thought, Javi isn’t the only one adept at creating surprises.  Since Kurt wasn’t exactly sure how the rest of the evening was going to play out he looked forward to maybe even surprising himself!

As Javi started to unlock the door, Kurt standing beside him, he abruptly felt Kurt grab the key from his hand.  Kurt quickly slipped the key into one of his pants pockets, and Javi found himself with his back against the door.  Kurt swiftly removed the bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding his hands across Javi’s waist, then pulled up the T-shirt underneath, eager to claim Javi’s chest and upper torso as his own.  As Kurt lengthened his reach to encompass Javi’s muscular back, over Javi’s protests about getting their clothes dirty, he rested his forehead on Javi’s as the top hat tumbled to the ground.  His eyes level with Javi’s, he employed that laser beam stare and purred against Javi’s barely parted lips, “When I was a kid my favorite part of Halloween was trick or treat, all that candy…..I’ve never lost my sweet tooth…..and since I so obviously got to be the trick tonight, that leaves only one other person to be the treat….you do want to be my treat, don’t you?  Hmmm, it would seem you might need some convincing.  That’s okay, we’ve got alllllll night.  Now, where was I?  Oh, yeah, candy….there’s an Old English word for candy that I absolutely love, sweetmeats.  Very descriptive…..like maybe “As Kurt observed Javi walking toward him, his first thought was, Mm..mm..mm…what a scrumptious morsel of sweetmeat…oh! did I just say that?  How naughty of me….But you might be interested to know that  my favorite candy is the hard rock kind, you know, the kind you have to suck on….”  Javi’s mind was going in ten different directions, but he finally managed to focus enough to recognize who he’d come to think of as his dirty Kurty….the one who liked to come out and play the dom.  Kurt’s eyes were still boring into his, just like in his video when he looked out from under those eyelashes daring you to look away.  Any thought of soiled clothing was dispelled as he attempted to take command of Kurt’s lips only to find Kurt halting his advances, whispering, “Oh, no, no, no, mi Javito, the treat doesn’t get to choose….you should know that….and besides I have to sift through that bag to decide which of my favorite candies I’m going to enjoy first…and unlike when I was a kid there are no parents here to tell me I can’t eat all of my candy tonight…so maybe if you let me unlock the door?”  After Kurt released him, Javi moved aside just long enough to allow Kurt to unlock the door.  As he turned to enter, Kurt took hold of his arm and moving close again, giving Javi a mischievous grin said in a low sultry voice, “And, mi Javito, if you’re a good boy, I might even let you have some of my candy, too…..I was taught that I should always share.”

Once they were inside, after twirling in a circle letting it fan out around him, Kurt tossed the cape onto a chair in the living room and gently but firmly, again drew Javi’s oh so willing body to his own.  “My favorite flavor is a sort of toffee with a hint of cinnamon and sometimes I like nutmeg and butter pecan…..the color, the taste, the way it melts in my mouth…I love all of it.  But first the candy has to be unwrapped,” he murmured as he began peeling off the black jacket, tossing it onto the same chair where his cape lay.  Javi had started to remove his shirt, and again, Kurt stopped him, “Oh, nooooo, mi bebe, the candy is not allowed to unwrap itself….” Javi smiled inside….ahhh, so that’s how it was going to be not minding a bit but determined to cause Kurt to stop him over and over… not enough to spoil the game and just enough to make it hotter still, wondering if “the candy” could stand the heat.  As Kurt unfastened the remaining shirt buttons, he stood back as if to examine his treat.  He allowed his eyes to crawl the length of Javi’s body, then reversing the crawl until his eyes rested on Javi’s lips.  His gaze moved to Javi’s mahogany eyes…..Oh my God….Javi was melting already, feeling a sensation of smoldering heat as the lighting changed his lover’s eyes from the blue of ice to flames…..or was he imagining it?   Kurt approached him slowly, keeping distance between their bodies as he removed his T-shirt, then moved back again to carelessly toss it onto the pile of clothing.  He shifted his gaze to Javi’s eyes again, then as if he were dancing to Le Jazz Hot!, he removed his shirt and T-shirt in an effortless bit of strip tease, propelled them to the chair and ended his dance standing just far enough away from Javi to be tantalizing, and made a bit of a curtsey.  Javi knew Kurt was waiting for him to reach for his body, thus allowing him to stop Javi again.  He resisted the urge, but if Kurt didn’t touch him again soon…..and just when he couldn’t stand it another second, like lightning seeking a place to strike, Kurt took Javi’s face into his hands, still leaving space between them, kissing his eyelids, his cheeks, and the tip of his nose while stroking his jawline, until he reached his lips.  He hesitated for just a moment and breathed against Javi’s starving lips, “There it is, mi amor, the taste of toffee….” Kurt slowly licked his own lips, “now, let me taste your cinnamon, pleeaassee….oh, please….”  Kurt took Javi’s lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it, while Javi struggled in vain to draw Kurt against him.  Kurt placed his hands on Javi’s chest, restraining him.  He barely released Javi’s lower lip while moving his tongue along the inside of Javi’s mouth, listening to his pleading sighs.  Tracing the delicate surface at the roof of his mouth, Kurt waited just long enough to feel Javi’s failed attempt to draw him close again.  The tip of his tongue found Javi’s, Kurt at last allowing Javi to return his kiss, yet allowing nothing more, their bodies still separated.  As Kurt gave in to the fire of their kiss, he allowed himself to be carried away on a wave of desire.  Sometimes he thought he could spend the rest of his life doing nothing but kissing and being kissed by this mere mortal turned demon.  With agonizing difficulty, he released Javi’s lips.  He permitted Javi to place his hands on Kurt’s shoulders as Kurt again used his lips and his tongue to trace a lazy, but determined, path along Javi’s neck, then to his chest.  He fell  to his knees, caressed the outline of the muscles along each side of Javi’s upper body, his mouth lingering as he traversed his abs.  Javi’s hands were gripping Kurt’s shoulders so tightly that he had to reach up and loosen the grip, as Javi opened his eyes.  He’d been so wrapped up in the pleasure he hadn’t even been aware that he might have been causing Kurt discomfort.  

As Kurt approached his waist, he slowly and deliberately unfastened the button of his pants, and using his teeth slid the zipper down….Javi reached for Kurt’s face, tipping it up to look into his own.  “No, mi amor, no, no further.” For a long moment Kurt contemplated his lover’s expression and finally said, “Trust me, Javito.”  Javi returned Kurt’s gaze and nodded, hoping and praying he was doing the right thing.  “I do…I will, mi amor, but if I ask you to stop again it’s because I don’t trust myself.”  Kurt nodded, allowing the pants to slide to the floor.  

He rose from his position on the floor. Again, he kissed Javi, their passion harmonizing, as together they freed Kurt from the confines of his clothing, button by button, piece by piece, until all that remained was the red and blue bikinis, Javi’s red, Kurt’s blue.  As part of Kurt’s growing lack of body consciousness, he’d decided after the shower fantasy he rather liked wearing them, and not just for the sake of fantasy.  

Although Javi hadn’t noticed, Kurt had been very deliberately moving them towards the large throw pillows laying in front of the futon that made its home under the alcove windows.  They hadn’t bothered to turn on any lights yet, so the only thing illuminating the area were the sheer-covered windows, the trees outside casting shadow and light as the wind blew. 

Kurt took Javi into his arms again, holding him close, then tenderly laying his head on Javi’s shoulder.  As he allowed his hands to wander Javi’s back, he whispered, “Making love to you…with you, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, mi Javito.  No one has ever shown me as much about…..love, what it really means, what it should look like…or feel like.  I’m not saying this very well, I know.”  Javi took Kurt’s face into his hands, “Mi amor, how you say it is not nearly as important as how you feel it….here,” he touched Kurt’s heart, “and how you show it. Now, show me….Kurt, please show me….” and with that, they slid to the floor together, Javi waiting for Kurt’s next move.  Kurt had not meant to take this more serious turn, but as he lay beside Javi, their heads resting on the throw pillows, he recovered his playful demeanor and positioned himself between Javi’s propped legs, looking down at Javi’s body like it might be Kurt’s next meal.  At a very slow pace, he used his hands to spread Javi’s knees as wide as he thought was comfortable.  Javi sighed, enjoying the added feeling of exposure.  At Kurt’s request, Javi closed his eyes.  

Before they’d left for the party, while Javi had been on a conference call with some of his business associates, Kurt had strategically placed several small vials of scented oil on the low tables surrounding the futon.  Each was scented with one of the four flavors he had described, cinnamon, toffee, butter pecan and nutmeg.  He had used various colored vials so he could tell the difference, even in the almost nonexistent lighting.  As he looked at Javi, lying beneath him with eyes closed, legs splayed, arms relaxed, he looked so deliciously helpless, so unsuspecting.  As he reached for the vial containing the cinnamon scented oil, he applied some to a few fingertips on each hand and beginning at Javi’s knees, he used each index finger to stroll along each inner thigh, then used one finger to apply a little oil from the top of the red bikinis to just below his navel, using another finger to dawdle inside the sensitive cleft, loving the feeling of Javi squirming beneath him.  When he heard Javi’s moan, he stopped, and returned to his position between his legs and softly said, “Oh, no, I think there may still be a little cinnamon candy I missed; let me just finish that up…it won’t take very long, I promise.”  Then, anchoring a hand on one of Javi’s knees, he ran his tongue along the trail of cinnamon oil on the opposite leg, stopping just short of reaching the bottom of the red bikini underwear, then doing the same to the opposite leg.  Javi was pressing his hands into the floor, trying not to allow his hips to move, with little success.  And just as Kurt reached the end of his trek up Javi’s inner thigh, he swiftly moved to Javi’s navel, this time placing his hands over Javi’s, leaving his pelvis free.  “Yes, I do believe I’ve discovered some especially sweetmeats, right here…..” He began slowly and softly, savoring every sound emanating from Javi’s lips, and then used his tongue to dive ever deeper until Javi’s hips were undulating, unable to control the desire coursing through his body.  Javi wanted to touch Kurt so badly, somewhere, anywhere!  But Kurt’s hands held his own firmly in place, denying him even a single touch.  “Kurt….my Kurtito….Dios mio!  You’re driving me….no, no…please no more….,’ he begged, and as Kurt again used the tip of his tongue, driving it ever deeper, he felt Javi’s hips rise, as he affirmed the attack, “yes, Kurt, please, please yes, oh God….si, si, si….”  When he felt Javi’s hips rise again, his mind responding to Javi’s pleading, he released his grip on Javi’s hands and moved them to his upper arms, drawing his lower body up so that his erection hovered just inches above Javi’s belly, slowly lowering himself until he could rhythmically massage his bikini-clad cock up and down on Javi’s belly.  As he continued his slow, steady dance along Javi’s belly, he leaned down and took one of Javi’s earlobes between his teeth, released it and purred, “Oh, my Javi, I forgot.  When I was a kid, I loved to find Extra Large Rock Candy Sticks in my Halloween candy.  They came in every flavor imaginable, including butter pecan.  And guess what?  I think I found some….”  Kurt paused his self-massage and sat back on Javi’s belly, letting go of Javi’s arms.  Turning his body around, he reached for the vial of butter pecan scented oil.  Again, applying some to the tips of all of his fingers, he commenced lightly kneading the area that lay between where he was perched over Javi’s pelvis and the band of his barely there briefs.  As he steadily moved his fingers downward, Javi struggled to place his hands on Kurt’s waist, but Kurt paid no attention.  Kurt continued his dance along Javi’s belly, coming just close enough to move a finger below the very top of the waistband, then flitting away.  The next time Kurt slid a finger below Javi’s bikinis, Javi having ceased his attempts to latch onto Kurt and giving in to the sheer pleasure of the experience, he managed to whisper in a plea, “No, Kurtito, no, no, please, you have to stop……”  Kurt again moved one finger beneath the waistband and asked, “You mean this?  You want me to stop…..this?”   Javi squirmed beneath him only increasing Kurt’s own desire and in yet another convoluted mixed message Javi replied, “Yes…..yes…..stop, stop, stop….please, please, please….yes…stop…”  Kurt finally complied, but couldn’t resist sighing, “But, bebe, I was soooo looking forward to that sweet butter pecan candy stick, I could suck on those all day long….I love the way they just sort of melt in my mouth…ah, well…I’m sure there’s still plenty of sweetmeats to be found…”  

He resumed his position on Javi’s belly facing forward, beginning the rhythmic dance of sliding up and down all over again, while pinning Javi’s upper arms once again.  The large throw pillow beneath Javi’s head elevated it just enough, enabling Kurt to caress his face with his lips, whispering, “I guess I’ll just have to move on to the nutmeg flavor….here and here…and here….and, oh, over here…” finally arriving at Javi’s lips, “I love your skin, mi Javito, your beautiful nutmeg-colored skin, so soft and smooth….and your lips, a taste of your nutmeg, please, mi amor…” and Kurt lowered his lips, kissing Javi slowly and lovingly, while trying to maintain the rhythmic movement of his lower body.  Trapped beneath Kurt’s body, unable to move his upper arms, Javi surrendered to all of his yearning, all of his hunger and ache for his beloved Kurtito.  Kurt released Javi’s arms as he interrupted the kiss, and felt Javi’s hand instinctively slide underneath the bikini waistband, but Kurt stopped him just long enough to say, “Give me your hand, just for a second,” pouring a bit of oil into Javi’s palm.  As Javi settled into his own rhythm, Kurt followed suit, then resumed his own steady pace, using the oil to slide his hand over his hard-on on one side while maintaining contact with Javi’s body beneath him.  Kurt could never have imagined how unbelievably erotic this would be, Javi moving beneath him, Kurt sitting atop Javi.  The sensation, the movement, Javi’s body quivering and heaving against his aching cock, his balls, listening to Javi’s moaning, whispering Kurt’s name, describing how much he wanted him, what he would love to do to him….and then Kurt’s own barely coherent murmurs as he lost all sense of anything but the moment.  He tried to hold off, but he just couldn’t.  As he came, he slid to Javi’s chest, his eyes closed, waiting for his breathing to return to something resembling normal.  Finally, he rolled off of Javi’s chest, reached for some tissues, and cleaned himself off, then lay down next to Javi, propped on one elbow.  As he watched and listened to his lover in the throes of his still unspent passion, he finally had to close his eyes.  He could feel himself getting hard again.  Would he ever grow tired of this man’s sensuality?  Would it ever become routine?  

He felt Javi reach for his hand and Kurt let him, thinking he just wanted to touch Kurt.  It was obvious he was almost ready for his own climax.  But instead when he took Kurt’s hand he guided it to cover his own, just as he had once done with Kurt.  “Kurt….oh my beautiful Kurtito, together….I want to do this together…”  Javi moved his other hand to rest on top of Kurt’s….”now….now….oh, yes, now….” and arching his back, he tightened his grip on Kurt’s hand, his body shuddering as he came, “oh, my God!  Kurt…..kiss me….besame, besame….I want you soooo very much….please….” Kurt didn’t have to be asked twice.  He turned Javi toward him on the floor, wrapped his arms around him and kissed him softly and slowly.  Javi was literally clinging to Kurt, needing to slow his breathing, but not wanting to stop the kiss.  Javi slowly let go of Kurt and his lips, breathing against Kurt’s chest.  They laid there for the longest time, surrounded by the scents from the oil, the scent of sex, the scent of each other.  Neither had any desire to leave the pleasure and comfort of each other’s arms, their bodies entwined, not caring that the room was a mess, they were a mess.  This time next week Javi would be in Mexico and moments like this would be memories for at least two weeks.  They fell asleep lulled by their murmuring voices and the warmth of their entangled bodies.

Kurt awoke to Javi peppering his face with butterfly kisses.  They were still in the living room, lying on the floor, essentially naked except for their underwear.  The vials of oil were scattered around the throw pillows.  Kurt wrapped his arms around Javi’s neck, enjoying the fluttery kisses.  Javi moved to his ears, expressing in whispers what he loved about Kurt and all the ways he wanted to show him just how much he wanted him.  Oh, my God!  What a perfect way to be awakened!  

Javi slowly rolled onto his back, taking Kurt with him so that Kurt was laying on top of him.  Javi reached for Kurt’s face, parting his lips, using his tongue to create the passion from just a few hours ago all over again.  Finally, Kurt had to come up for air and when he did, he barely got out, “Javi, what…” when suddenly he found he was no longer on top of Javi, but beneath him!  “Stop….we have to stop, Javi…” He could feel how aroused they both were, and this position was far too tempting.  It made him want to get rid of the bits of clothing that separated them, leaving them stripped bare and helpless to their own vulnerability.  Between kisses, Javi whispered, “No, bebe, no, just let me love you, please….just follow my lead, mi amor…..”  and with some misgivings, Kurt surrendered to Javi’s guidance.

Javi again tackled Kurt’s lips, maintaining the kiss while exploring Kurt’s body with his fingers, Kurt doing the same to Javi.  How quickly the flame had become a fire once more!  As Javi finally released Kurt from his hungry mouth, he instructed Kurt to change his position so that Javi was resting with his head lying on Kurt’s thigh and Kurt was lying in the same position, head resting on Javi’s thigh.  Oh my God! Kurt thought, what did Javi have in mind?  Follow his lead?  Where was this going?  And by now he wasn’t in any frame of mind to stop him, so turned on he could barely think!  

Although Kurt was unaware at this point, Javi was planning to take his lead from Kurt. He found one of the vials of oil.  “Follow me into Wonderland, mi amor….”  As Javi uncapped the vial releasing the scent of cinnamon, he did exactly what Kurt had done earlier, tracing his fingers up and down Kurt’s inner thighs, then began a slow massage as Kurt laid back, his legs falling open, allowing Javi to taste his pleasure with his tongue.  As Javi reluctantly finished his attentions, he handed the vial to Kurt.  He didn’t need any coaxing.  If anything, he wanted Javi more than he had a few hours ago!  When Kurt was almost done, lingering in places he knew were the most sensitive, Javi sighed, barely able to contain his craving for more of Kurt.  Javi accepted the oil once more and put a few drops on his fingers, then invited Kurt to do the same.  Javi applied the drops of oil, watching some of it spill down Kurt’s finger and onto his hand, the image somehow increasing his desire.  Facing each other, their eyes level with each other’s concave bellies, Javi didn’t have to tell Kurt what to do.  They each tentatively touched the other’s navel using the oil to kindle the fire that this form of intimacy evoked in them.  As Javi increased and decreased the pressure and the position of one of his fingers, Kurt did the same, until they could hardly contain themselves, wanting and needing more.  Javi whispered, “Now, Kurt….now…my hips…” and grasping each other’s hips, they immersed the tips of their tongues deeply and hungrily, driving each other to distraction with their desire, their moans, their longings…..”Kurt…” Javi panted as he slid an oily hand under the red bikinis and over his rock-hard cock for a second time, “now, Kurt……you want it now!….. you know you do….” Yes he did! and again Kurt needed no encouragement.  His breathing just as ragged as Javi’s, he took hold of his own rigid hard-on.  Lost in their lust for a second time, it didn’t take long before they were again lying on the floor trying to catch their breath.  

Javi broke the silence with a decidedly unromantic request for some Kleenex.  Kurt started laughing and couldn’t stop, rolling on the floor in his underwear, and it wasn’t long before Javi was laughing uncontrollably as well.  “Oh, mi Kurtito,” Javi managed between trying to breathe and laughing, “How will I live for two weeks without you?”  Trying to keep the mood light, Kurt said, “We won’t be completely without each other, Javi.  We’ll Skype, we’ll text, we’ll talk and we’ll both be busy.  But let’s talk about that later.  We still have the rest of the weekend and look what you let me do to your house!  It’s a total wreck!  And who knows what our costumes look like.  What kind of responsible adult allows a mere child such as myself to do all of this, what a mess!”  Javi wrestled Kurt to the floor, giving him a stern look, “You’re absolutely right!  I do believe a spanking is in order!  And as Javi tried to turn Kurt onto his stomach, Kurt fought him off, looking up with a mischievous grin and said, “Oh, let’s save that for later….please???”  Then, Kurt hopped up and raced Javi to the showers.