CHAPTER 47 UP UP AND AWAY

CHAPTER 47 – UP UP AND AWAY

Kurt was doing his best to keep busy, not that that was too difficult.  Between school, work and recital practice, he certainly had enough on his plate.  He’d decided before Javi even got on that plane that he’d use the time he would normally have spent with Javi as a chance to revisit his own spirituality among other things he needed to ponder.  He’d started incorporating the brief prayer Javi had talked about into his yoga meditations.  And that song by Wes King, Don’t Say I Love You Too Soon.  He liked it so much he’d copied the lyrics into his notebook.  He kept his notebook with him, so that whether he was at home or at the loft he’d be able to jot down his thoughts when they came to him.  He’d tried doing this on his laptop, but it worked better for him using a notebook.  Just like when he was a kid writing his own stories so he could slip away from the problems only a gay kid can have in a supposedly straight world.   He’d listened to a few more of Wes King’s songs, too.  

What Javi’d said about never forgetting he and Blaine’s first I love yous was so true.  And all that had come about because of those three simple one-syllable words.  Those words had changed and colored every second of their lives for years to come.  No, he would never regret loving Blaine.  But in order to get to a point where he could actually think about all they had meant to each other without suddenly feeling the dull ache, sometimes the sharp pain, to his heart…..Sure, he could go days and occasionally even weeks without his mind wandering down that heartbreaking path, especially now having Javi in his life, yet there were still times when out of nowhere there it was again, like now.  

I LOVE YOU – KLAINE – FAN VIDEO

So true – branded on his heart like fire and iron…and his mind.  Stop, Kurt, just stop!  And he literally wrenched his brain away from the echoes of their past.  

He was keeping a checklist of everything that needed to be done before they returned to Ohio.  He’d confirmed the dates he’d be back in Ohio for Thanksgiving, gotten tickets and even texted with Blaine a few times to decide on a place and time for them to meet.  They had decided on the Lima Bean for brunch on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  

Kurt had found some of the texts just as weird as the first conversation they’d had, as in uncomfortably weird.  It sort of felt like Blaine was trying to reconnect as….what?  Kurt tried to keep the texts short and on topic, but Blaine kept attempting to keep the conversation going, sometimes asking questions about life in San Diego or bringing up old memories from their high school days, nothing deeply personal, but just enough to continue their back and forth.  Neither broached the subject of Barry or if Kurt was seeing someone.  Kurt didn’t want to know if they were still together and he certainly wasn’t going to tell Blaine about Javi in a text.  All Kurt wanted was to ask the most pertinent questions and say his final good-bye, hoping that he could finally leave the past behind him where it belonged.  He’d already decided to wait until after the holidays to seek counseling.  He thought getting everything with Blaine out in the open after their face-to-face was definitely something he’d want to discuss with a counselor.  

As he sat at the kitchen table, a soothing cup of chamomile tea within reach, waiting for Javi’s call, he opened up his notebook hoping to find some inspiration in its pages.  He was seeking to follow Javi’s advice and start with what he knew, what he was most comfortable with.  He’d found one of the many Bibles Javi had, some of them well used, highlighted and underlined.  He chose one of those hoping to discover a bit about what Javi found useful and beneficial, and also one that was written in modern English.  He’d checked out Unitarian Universalism online and ordered a couple of books outlining the basics of what they believed.  He figured that was more than enough to get him started.  

Javi had arrived safely in Mexico, texting Kurt to let him know, not expecting to hear back from him right away because he’d be in class about now.  As much as he hated being away from Kurt, it was exhilarating to be in Mexico City again!  His sister, Belita, was waiting for him at the apartment.  It was so good to see her again!  He scooped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek noting that she’d changed her hairstyle….a lot!  Yes, from almost waist length hair to a shoulder length bob was definitely a change!  He complimented her on her new style, and looking around he noted the small touches that made the place look homey.  He was hoping that her touch of design meant she was staying.  After he’d gotten settled, they decided to get some exercise and definitely some lunch.  What was served on airlines these days wasn’t exactly anyone’s idea of appetizing fare.  Tio Pepe sounded good and since it was a weekday it probably wasn’t too busy…and it wasn’t!  They sat outside, enjoying the weather, so much like San Diego.  He loved Mexico City, even as large as it was.  It was his version of Oz, where all his dreams had come true.  His purpose had been revealed to him here in so many ways!  It was where he’d found his identity and acceptance.  If he couldn’t be in San Diego then right here is where he’d rather be.  

Belita interrupted his musings, “Javito!  Where are you?  Is your mind in the clouds again, mi hermano mayor (my big brother)?”  “Oh, I suppose, Bela, just remembering some of the reasons why I love it here.”  “Bueno! I miss you!”  She reached for his hand, “I’m glad we have some time to have a real conversation again. Texting is good, but having you here is a million times better! So, tell me about this new man in your life.  He’s very handsome!”  Javi had sent her several pictures of Kurt.  Javi laughed, “Yes, he is!  But I want to hear about your plans for the future, mi Bela.  Are my hopes that you’ll move here going to come true?”  Belita sighed and smiled into Javi’s eyes, “Yes, yes.  I have a new job at Maquiladora Studios and, of course, I’m still doing backup vocals wherever I can.  I guess I don’t have to tell you that mama y papa aren’t happy about it at all, but….Quintana Roo has nothing for me, mi Javito.”  Javi was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Are they still talking to you, mi Bela?  Tell me they didn’t disown you, too.”  He knew Belita was strong, but he would not wish his own fate regarding his parents on anyone, especially his sister.  “Oh, they’re doing plenty of talking…for now, but listening….????  No, no, they have no use for what I have to say,” Javi saw the same sadness in her eyes that was a constant in his own life.  “Well, you have a home here now and I’ll help you in any way I can.  Trying to make them care about and accept who you really are????  You and I both know it’s a waste of time, so tell me about your job!  What have you been doing since we last talked?  New friends?  Un novio, tal vez (a boyfriend, perhaps)?” Javi teased.  “Oh, no, no, no!  The last thing I need is a boyfriend right now!”  “Hmmm…I would have said the same thing a few months ago, chica!”  They both laughed whiling away the afternoon drinking espresso and catching up.

Since Kurt had last spoken to his dad, he and Carole had spent almost every evening watching Youtube, something that had definitely not been on their agenda before Kurt announced he was seeing a Latinx recording artist…well, he guessed he better get with the times, not just with Youtube, but reminding himself it wasn’t Latino or Latina anymore, but Latinx.  Kurt had advised him to start with Mateo videos and then move on to Javi’s current solo videos, but Burt paid him no mind.  He started at the opposite end, including some of the interviews, although he knew not a word of Spanish beyond hola and gracias. Thank God for closed captioning, although that wasn’t always a great help either.  One of the first videos they’d watched was of a performance at a Monterrey music festival.  Burt couldn’t help but laugh!  Here was Kurt’s new boyfriend?  It reminded him of some of Kurt’s fashion statements, especially when he was younger.  Javi was dressed in pants that could blind you; they were so glittery.  He wore a blue pullover with the same splash of glitter in the shape of heart and the word LOVE on his chest.  His hat was subdued, considering.  He obviously loved entertaining, skipping from one end of the stage to the other coaxing the audience to sing along with him.  And the audience obviously loved him!  Sunglasses and earrings completed the outfit. Burt couldn’t help but smile at this video, if for no other reason than Javi’s personality wouldn’t allow you to do anything else.   And when it came to clothing and Kurt had told his dad to think Elton John, he wasn’t kidding!  

I may have shared this already, but just in case I didn’t.  Imagine Burt watching this.

SAMO – MONTERREY MUSIC FESTIVAL

After he’d gotten a feel for what Javi looked like, he started reading some of the interviews.  Most were about the meteoric rise of Mateo, Antonio’s death and some background on Javi, but not much.  It was very apparent that Javi tried to keep his private life private, which sort of eased his mind a bit.  If ever two people appeared to be opposites, Javi and Blaine would qualify.  He knew he couldn’t manage Kurt’s life nor would he try, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about his son being thrust into the spotlight of someone else’s career.  Although he certainly wouldn’t say that what had happened between Kurt and Blaine was a better scenario.  

Burt was no musician and what he knew of the entertainment world as it related to Kurt was basically what he’d learned from Kurt and Blaine when they lived in New York.  He did like the fact that he could observe and read about Javi from a distance like this and get a sense of who he might be before meeting him.  He was determined not to form a strong opinion or judgment until he met this man.  He knew better than to believe everything he saw on the internet.  Like Kurt, he knew that he was at an unfair advantage being able to Google Javi and have basically everything he might or might not want to know at his fingertips.   Kurt had explained about the relationship between Javi and Antonio.  He’d even asked his dad to pay close attention to their interactions on stage; Burt had smiled to himself when Kurt said that, like Burt was some expert on how people interacted at all, much less how two gay men interacted with one another.  He still remembered “the talk” he’d had with Kurt way back when and the brochures he’d given to him.  Hell!  There was no handbook on how to talk to your gay son about sex or if there was it hadn’t been written back then.

But he did listen to Kurt about this.  If nothing else, with Carole’s help, he might learn something about Javi that only she could see.  She was much better at this kind of stuff than he was.  After watching a few Mateo videos, he noticed Carole’s eyes were misty and she had a hand to her lips like she was trying not to cry.  She whispered, “Just look at him…at them….”  Burt waited.  He knew better than to say something like, “What?”  Honestly, all he saw were three men singing a nice song in Spanish, a very nice song, but….?  Carole shook her head, “Can’t you see why Kurt is attracted to him?  He wears his heart on his sleeve, Burt! (all Burt could think of was that glittery heart he’d had on the shirt in the first video he’d watched).  And he and…Antonio, is it?  They communicate with their eyes….like they’re the only people in the room.  Don’t you remember what it was like watching Kurt sing…and watching Kurt and Blaine sing together?”  “Well, sure, but he’s my son…I’m sure I’m a bit biased and Kurt’s just very sensitive…”  “And you don’t see that sensitivity in Javi?  The way he moves, the way the song just seems to…surround him? The way he tries to look at Antonio without appearing to be looking at him and the same for Antonio….even with all that distance between them on stage?   He could be a Latino Kurt!”  “Carole, he looks nothing like Kurt and it’s Latinx…”  No, I don’t mean he actually looks like Kurt, I’m talking about the way he makes a song his own….I know you don’t get it.  Take my word for it, he may not be MY type, but I can see why he’s Kurt’s.”  Burt said, “Well, okay!  That’s why I wanted you to watch; I believe every word you said, even though I understand it about as much as I do his Spanish!”  Carole just laughed and gave him a little shove. “For now, let’s just be happy for him.  He certainly deserves some happiness after all he’s been through, don’t you think?” Carole said.  Burt definitely wasn’t going to disagree with that.  Time for bed; Javi would still be there tomorrow night.

Kurt had invited Adam and Ethan over for dinner on Friday night, although Adam insisted on cooking.  For whatever reason he didn’t trust Kurt very often with kitchen duties and Kurt didn’t mind at all.  Adam was an excellent cook and he could take or leave what he considered a bit of a chore.  Javi had advised Kurt that he could have anyone over while he was gone as long as they weren’t competition; as if, Kurt laughed.  Ethan couldn’t be there but Adam wasn’t about to pass up a chance to see Javi’s home and being allowed to cook in it was just a bonus!  He was looking forward to spending some time with Kurt; if they saw each other once a week these days it was a surprise.    

When Javi’s ring tone chimed Kurt startled out of his quiet introspection.  He hadn’t talked to him since he’d left.  They’d planned on phone conversations every evening, but as per usual when Javi was in Mexico on business time meant nothing.  He always seemed to get wrapped up in someone else’s plans, just part of the price you paid for being in the entertainment business.  Texting had been their main source of communication.  

Kurt reached for the phone and was just about to say hello when in a low, seductive voice Javi whispered, “What are you wearing, mi bebe?”  Kurt leaned back in his chair and smiled, how he’d missed that voice!  He could already feel his body responding to those six deliciously naughty words.  “Do you always answer the phone like that?  Maybe I should be concerned if you do, mi amor.  But what do you want me to be wearing, mi Javiito?  I can be veerrryyy accommodating….” he let the words trail off.  In that pleading voice that Kurt so adored, Javi murmured, “I’ve missed you sooooo much, sooooo very much…I haven’t had any fun since I left…will tu mama (your mom) let you come out and play with me?”  Kurt smiled again.  “Oh, I don’t know, mi travieso companero de juegos (my naughty playmate)….I have homework to do and you know mi mama already thinks you’re a bad influence….”But why, mi amor Kurtito, I teach you Spanish!” Javi laughed.  “Oh, but it’s not your teaching me Spanish she’s worried about.  It’s that you’re so willing and…. enthusiastic about being my teacher; she says she sees something in those big brown eyes that…well, she didn’t really say big brown eyes…she said something like hungry and prying, I think….”ah, but we Latinxs are extremely passionate…..teaching you does make me muy, muy (very, very) hungry and a good teacher does have to pry a bit to tease out a student’s hidden skills….Is tu mama home right now?…..”well, no….”  “Ah!  So she’ll never know if you came out to play for just a little while…..please, Kurtito?…..It’s only a tiny Spanish lesson….you need to know how to say, “Please, teacher, show me how to… or please, teacher, let me show you what I’ve learned…and once you learn how to say that, well, the possibilities are endless!  Then, maybe….just maybe….you can be the teacher and I’ll be the student sometime.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”  “But mi mama would say it sounds dangerous….”  “Oh si! I like that even better….”

“So, Kurtito, do you remember my first question?  You really shouldn’t interrupt me….”  “Yes, I believe you were concerned about my attire?”  “Very concerned…all that clothing can be very restrictive….even inhibit your ability to learn.  We can’t have that.  Your education is very important to me.  Since you can’t see me, I’ll just have to explain what we’re going to do together and you need to engage your whole imagination….tu mama may not approve, but….I promise not to tell.”

“First, I’m going to get more comfortable….well, before I get reaalllyy comfortable, Kurtito, choose someplace where you have plenty of room to move freely.”  Kurt wandered into the media room and laid down on the couch where he and Javi spent much of their time, even his scent lingered.  He continued to murmur in that silky, persuasive voice, “I’m on the bed with my eyes closed.  For the moment I have one of your T-shirts wrapped around me, mi amor.”  Kurt followed suit and murmured, “I’m on the couch, eyes closed and your scent is…everywhere, Javi, oh, mi Javi.  I may never leave this couch….”  

Javi’s voice took on a tiny note of authority, “I think it’s time to start class, don’t you?  Take off your shirt….oh, no! no, no, noooo….  Slowly, very slowly, button by button….yes, just like that….it feels so good to get rid of it….I should know because I’m doing the same.  What do you see, bebe?”  “I see your beautifully bare chest just begging me to touch….” Kurt started to say, but was interrupted with,  “Oh, no, no, no….my, my…” murmured  in that way that was so intimate, almost plaintive.  Damn you, Javi; he knew that drove Kurt crazy in all the right ways….”Don’t get ahead of your instructor…I would hate to have to….punish you…”  Say what??? Kurt thought, where was this going?  

“Mi amor….oh, no, you’re my student…I can’t be calling you mi amor….your mama wouldn’t like that at all.  Let’s see, if you follow my instructions, I’ll call you Kurt.  If you’re a bad boy, I’ll have to call you Mr. Hummel….and maybe even discipline you just a little….do you understand the rules, Kurt? A bit confused, Kurt said, “Discipline me?  No, well yeah, I guess I understand?”  “Oh, my!  Is that any way to address your teacher?” Javier or Mr. Ramos Ruiz will do, I think.”

“Now, Kurt, would you please listen carefully.  I’m going to tell you what I’m doing right here in Mexico lying on this bed with my shirt tossed to the floor.  I want you to put your phone on speaker and set it down.  We call this class Vocabulary: Creative Adjectives for the Body.  It used to be called Adjectives for Mind, Body and Soul, but we had to shorten the name and divide it into three separate classes.  Oh, you don’t need to know all that. Are you ready?”  What the hell???  Kurt thought.  

“Um, yes. I’m ready.”  Again Javi’s voice became low and seductive.  “Close your eyes and don’t open them unless I tell you to.  Take some deep breaths….very deep….and clear your mind of everything but my voice; imagine me doing the very same thing; all I can hear is you.”

“Tell me what you see.”  “Nothing yet, am I supposed to?…see something I mean?”  “Oh, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt…..I’m sorry, you forgot to raise your hand.  We’re in class, remember?”  “Sure, okay…I mean yes?”  “Now to answer your question, you’re right you should see nothing…because you’re listening and I haven’t told you what you should see.”  Javi’s voice went lower, again with that touch of authority to it.

“I want you to picture me laying here half-naked, my arms outstretched on the bed as if I’m totally relaxed, my eyes still closed, totally unaware of your presence…yet.  And you……you’re resting on the couch in the very same position, very relaxed….no peeking now.  Yes, there you are….yes…I can visualize you so plainly…..you’re beautiful and devilishly sexy, the very idea of you naked…..oh, nooooo, a teacher shouldn’t be having such thoughts about his student….never…., but you’re sooooo….” Javi cleared his throat and he became the teacher once again.  “And what does my student see?  Adjectives, Kurt, we’re working on our imaginative vocabulary skills.”

Kurt tried to concentrate but, this was totally weird….but sort of….hot? Oh my god!  This is crazy!  ….”I see you completely relaxed; all I have to do is look at your face, so tranquil and…your lips are parted slightly….your smooth bronze chest, you look….almost indecently defenseless, mi…I mean, Javier….” Javi interrupted, “And what would my student like to do with all those, what was your word…indecent, yes….oh, my….those indecent thoughts about me….um, I mean his teacher?  Those shameful, secret thoughts……., no, no, Kurt don’t answer…. let me tell you what you’d like to do….unbutton your jeans, Kurt….yes, you heard me correctly….unbutton your jeans and then unzip them….take your time…I’m in no hurry and I reallllly like to watch….Oh? That’s right…I need to show you….all those wicked thoughts I’m having about you…they cloud my thinking.  Now watch carefully….yes, that’s very good…. a little slower, please….”

Javi continued his deliciously inappropriate attempts at teaching, “….this is so wrong…..no, no, I’ll be fine as soon as I get out of these pants…..oh, my zipper’s stuck….Kurt, would you help me….that feels soooo much better….but look what you’ve done to me…..no wonder my zipper was stuck….well, yes, I suppose I should take responsibility for the scandalous state we’re in.  I am the teacher after all.  Yes, Kurt, what is your question?  Thank you for remembering to raise your hand.  You think maybe we should stop before….before what, Kurt?  You think we might go too far and do what???  No, no, I would never do that, Kurt; a good teacher is always able to control his teaching environment.  

However….it would appear that you’re in the same state I am…how could you let that happen, Kurt?  Obviously, we need to go over that lesson again….and here I thought you were….but don’t be concerned; I know how to handle this.  I always know exactly what I’m doing.  It is rather….hard …..um, to concentrate, I know.  I meant difficult….Kurt, such deliciously naughty thoughts…it’s….hard….to imagine someone so innocent as you thinking like that….it might help for us to alleviate some of the pressure….concentration is so important in a situation like this…but, slowly, Kurt…..that’s it….if you hurry we might have to relearn this lesson, too.  You do remember how much I hate to teach the same lesson over and over….I know you’re still a bit uncomfortable…sometimes a good lesson requires a bit of pain…I promise it won’t be much longer…..”

“Now, before we move forward with the lesson, I want you to take a few deep breaths again and open your mind, your imagination, and think about your sense of touch.  Remember, I’m doing everything you’re doing.”  
“Let me help you…..I’m laying on this oh so soft bed and you’re laying on that cushy couch.  We’re almost totally naked.  Shhhh……I know what I’m doing, Kurt; I promise you’ll want to remember this lesson for a very, very long time.  I know you’re trying not to think of me this way…but I know you can’t help it….the more you try to ignore me…..there I am again…..I understand….you’re defenseless…..and a good teacher knows how to make the best of….such a …..touchy….. situation….please, Kurt, stop reading things into what I’m saying that aren’t there….again, I mean, something like… difficult…a difficult situation…..oh, no, I’m not saying you’re a bad boy, not at all… though I do rather love bad boys….but, no, I really must fix this…difficult.. situation.”

“Just listen to my instructions and do exactly what I say….shhhhh….trust me, Kurt.  Your hands…..caress your chest, Kurt.  You know your own body…..you know what feels good….yes, just like that….oh, absolutely, I’m doing the very same thing and I’m an expert at this, it feels soooo good, our bodies were meant to be touched and handled…..all those electrified nerve endings…..it’s almost sinful the way it feels.  And you know what’s almost as sinful?…..mmmmmmm…. watching you enjoying your own body.  Of course it’s okay, Kurt, you have to watch the teacher to know what to do, don’t you?  Someone has to teach you control…..I can tell you love touching yourself….everywhere…. places you’ve never touched before…..you look scared….no, no, Kurt, really, it’s okay, I won’t let you get in trouble; tu mama will never, ever know.  This is a private lesson, remember?”  

“Now, we’re going to ease out of this totally unnecessary underwear; it’s getting too tight anyway…and we need to concentrate….very hard…..si, very, very hard.  Remember, slowly…..exercise some patience.  Of course I know we’ve never seen each other completely naked…..don’t you just love that word?  It almost sounds….forbidden.  Of course, I would never teach you anything forbidden.  Shhhh…shhh….Kurt….you are so beautiful….you look so young….so vulnerable…”  

“Doesn’t that feel better, very freeing don’t you think?  Kurt, I must say you look so much better without them and I’m sure you feel better, too.  And speaking of feeling better….wait, I’m sorry, let me back up a little.   Back to our imaginative vocabulary lesson.  I see I was right when I said you weren’t a little boy.  You’re quite…..substantial, gloriously substantial, wonderfully (he could almost see Kurt blushing) substantial….but I digress….and I know you’re very, very senscient…there.  No…no….I’m your teacher….I can’t possibly touch you….oh, I want to though….well, maybe….no, no….I have to stop this….  It’s time for your vocabulary lesson, again adjectives please, what do you see…..Kurt.”

Even though in reality Kurt knew he was totally alone, that Javi could no more see him than Kurt could see Javi….he did see him, and it felt like Kurt could be seen just as clearly.  He felt like a shameless voyeur in some stranger’s wet dream.  And it was incredibly, overpoweringly hot!  “I see something I’ve only felt…up until now…..and it looks just as….mouth watering? as it feels.  Javier, I’m raising my hand, a question?  May I touch… (Kurt just couldn’t help himself)?  I’m sorry, Javier, I didn’t mean to get ahead of you.  For another lesson; yes, I understand.  Not just a little….please??…yes, okay.” Kurt was quiet for a moment. ” You asked what I see?  Let me think..” Oh, my god, am I really doing this????  Searching for words to describe Javi’s cock???  “It appears we have something in common….you’re certainly not…..diminutive; very, very masculine and tantalizing, definitely larger than fun-sized but just right for fun, not snack-sized either, but would make a very tasty snack…..not what I would imagine of one of my…..um, teachers…I don’t mean to contradict you, but you did ask for adjectives and….oh, now I understand…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this….harder… on you than it already is…Javier.”  

“Kurt, you are such a delightful student, but you still have sooooo very much to learn….and I’m the only available teacher…..  Please, close your eyes again, and clear your mind.  We can never practice this too much.   Unfortunately, I may have let the lesson plan go farther than I should have, but a good teacher always has an exit strategy…..not that I want to exit….I have to finish this lesson…. I should stop….this is so….so wanton…you’re just so intoxicating, Kurt…..it’s lustful and greedy of me…..how will I ever be able to confess this to a priest?  I’m so weak….and immoral…..you called me mouth watering?….you should never have said that…well, yes, it’s a very descriptive adjective….I know you’re just a boy, Kurt, but…..”

Again, Javi’s voice took on it’s professorial tone, “Imagine, you are watching me and I am watching you, really watching.  My hands, my facial expressions, the way my body moves; you can see it all from whatever distance you like, up close, far away….and I can do the same.  I need to watch how your hands move over that….oh, what’s that word?…. beddable, yes beddable….  body of yours; I can feel what your hands are feeling, touch what your hands are touching….and when I tell you I want you to take that rock-hard cock and those kissable cojones….oh, I’m so ashamed of myself….I shouldn’t be saying these things to you…..your mama would be so alarmed….I want you to make love to yourself…..oh! I love that, too!…..naked, make love to yourself! don’t you just adore our vocabulary lessons?….except we’ll be doing it together.  And please move your phone as close as you can to your sexy voice….I need to hear you….Kurt.”

Kurt was already lost in the description, his mind working almost effortlessly, like these ideas and thoughts had always been there just waiting for the right time to be brought out into the open.  As he returned to touching his chest, his arms, his thighs, sliding both open hands over places he had never considered touching this way, his breathing quickened and he could hear Javi’s breathing increase as well; his mind was overflowing with images of Javi on that bed….experiencing all of this just as Kurt was.  

Quietly, he heard Javi say, “Kurt…..do want to learn to fly?”  By this point, Kurt wanted to do anything Javi wanted to teach him.  “Oh….yes…..please…touch yourself, Kurt…..I love watching you….your cock in your hand…..your balls in your other hand….those long….knowledgeable fingers, tasting your porcelain skin and all you can do is feel and want….and think about me watching you….your heart is beating in your ears…..you see my indecently defenseless body behind your eyelids….in your mind….you’re losing all control….and it feels unbelievable…..you can’t stop…..you don’t want to…..stop…..you don’t want me to stop either…..I’ve taken this way too far…….but all I want is to hear your pleasure….it’s so very wrong, I know…Kurt…..let me hear you describe….no, let me describe, I can see that you might be unable to think or even say, but there will be a test….later…..of course…..I can hear…..you’re struggling….so you provide the vocals, I’ll provide the lyrics (Javi smiled to himself)……positively electrifying…..the slightest touch like lightning…..yesss, I’m watching your body move in tune with your sweet, sweet sighs, soooo sweet…I can almost taste them…..Kurt…..noooo, Kurt….please no….I’m your teacher…….stop begging me to touch you, to taste you…..I can’t bear it when you plead with me like that…..stop, please stop….Kurt…..no, don’t call me Javito …it drives me wild…I am not your love, your amor…..I can’t ever be….I want to……Kurt…but….no…..”   Javi released a long moaning sigh….”I think it’s time to bring you back to Earth…..just a little faster……now, on the way down ssslllloowwww……ah, very impressive…Kurt….the perfect landing….”  Now, that was fun!!!!!  Javi sat back on the bed, smiling like the Cheshire cat.  All he could hear….all he wanted to hear was his Kurtito almost gasping for breath…..so hot!!!!  He’d deal with himself later.  He had every moment of this stored in his memory bank. 

He waited for Kurt to regain a degree of consciousness, thoroughly enjoying all the gasps and whimpers and sighs his phone provided.  “Ah, mi Kurtito!  Wasn’t that one of the best flights you’ve ever taken?  I think you might be ready for a pilot’s license, mi amor.”  Kurt gave a final sigh and said, “What was that all about????”  Javi knew he couldn’t hide the smile in his voice, “Oh, just an extra class I thought you might like.  It’s not often that you get one-on-one private lessons in college, mi bebe.  What?  You didn’t like Javier and Kurt?  Mr. Hummel and Mr. Ramos Ruiz?  I would hate to fire them…they seem to have a very….oh, unconventional but strangely erotic relationship.  I’m sure that Kurt still has some valuable lessons he could learn from Mr. Ramos Ruiz, don’t you think?  And for future lessons I recorded all of it on my phone.  Kurtito, no, stop!  I’m kidding!”, He couldn’t contain his laughter any longer.

“Oops!  My phone is dying and I really have to go get out of these clothes, mi amor.  Well, of course, I still have my clothes on.  I can’t walk around here naked…don’t you love that word?… with my sister around.  Next time, you can be the teacher….that is, if you think you’re up for the task….Kurt.”  And with that Javi’s voice and Javi were gone.

Kurt just looked at his phone, stunned.  He laid there on the couch while a million emotions delivered their tiny taunts through his mind and body.  After he’d covered the spectrum from feeling a bit foolish lying there with absolutely nothing on, feeling vulnerable, feeling maybe a touch angry, maybe a touch vengeful, he finally settled on laughing at himself and knowing he was now “it.”  And what did he have to be upset about?  That whole….thing, he’d run out of words to describe what it was like playing Javi’s games….was incredible!!!!  Sometimes he wondered how in the world he had arrived here, with this wonderfully crazy, sexy person – Javi had literally turned his entire world upside down, not just sexually, but in every way.  Oh, Kurt was without a doubt up to the task of turning the tables on Javier or Mr. Ramos Ruiz…depending on whether it was Kurt or Mr. Hummel who showed up in the classroom of his own imagination.  It may take some time, but he would show Mr. Ramos Ruiz all about Mr. Hummel’s own unique teaching style.  And with Javi in Mexico he had plenty of time to plan his own wonderfully wicked revenge.

To quote himself from years ago, yes, Kurt Hummel was having a pretty good year!