CHAPTER 52 MARCO POLO

CHAPTER 52 – MARCO POLO

They allowed themselves one more lazy day together, except for packing. Once they got on that plane there would be no time or place for a day like this. Javi had never been to Ohio and until Kurt came along couldn’t have told you where it was on a US map. He’d been asking Kurt questions ever since they’d decided to go to Lima for Thanksgiving. Kurt was pretty sure that no one had ever taken this much interest in Lima, Ohio. If he wasn’t asking about Lima proper, he was asking about Kurt’s years there, about his dad, his mom, his step-mom, his friends. He knew that Javi was just a tad nervous. The last time he’d met anyone’s parents, they had been Tonio’s, but he was pretty much in his comfort zone then; Mexico City, Tonio’s parents knew who Javi was long before they ever met him in person. Kurt had plans to meet up with old friends, mostly from Glee Club, and of course he wanted them to meet Javi. Yes, this was all outside Javi’s comfort zone, his friends were scattered all over the world, he no longer had anything even resembling a family, except for Belita, beautiful Bela, he hoped to see her at Christmas.

They found themselves on the screened-in patio, sipping coffee, listening to the birds chatter and cheep. “Ohhhh, Javi, do we really have to leave this California paradise for midwestern monsoons?” Javi glanced at Kurt and laughed, “Really, Kurt, monsoons? I doubt Ohio has ever seen a monsoon!” Kurt had a penchant for alliteration. “I know, but at the very least it’ll be freezing cold with a possibility for rain, snow, ice….how I really don’t miss that.” “It’s only for a few days, Kurt. We’re not moving there….we aren’t, are we?” Javi joked, “And think of all the fun we’re going to have, your family, your friends, lots of love there, mi amigo.”

“Come over here; sit with me, Kurtito,” Javi said. He and Kurt just barely fit together on the lounge chair but neither was complaining. “And I’m really going to miss this. Us, not being able to touch like this whenever we want, wherever we want…” Kurt said as he caressed Javi’s chest. “But just think what it’s going to be like when we get back? Maybe we’ll even think of some new ways to touch each other…..at night when you’re sleeping in one room and I’m in another….gives us plenty of time to use our imagination, mi amor.” Javi had already discussed sleeping arrangements before Kurt had talked to Burt. Javi had told Kurt he wouldn’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with Kurt, not yet. He said it was a matter of respect for his parents; even though Burt didn’t seem to mind, Javi didn’t want him to assume anything about him or his relationship with his son. The fact that Burt didn’t mind put him at ease somewhat, but it hadn’t changed his mind. Javi pulled Kurt on top of him and kissed him whispering, “I’m already imagining.”

Burt and Carole were about as prepared as they could be. Carole was excited, having watched and listened to Javi for a month, it would be so much fun to actually meet him. Burt seemed more at ease after talking to Kurt a few times, especially during the time Javi had been in Mexico. He trusted his son’s judgment of character. He didn’t view Blaine as a lapse in that judgment. Despite everything, he knew Blaine was a very good person. He’d come to know him quite well. He saw Blaine as someone who had a weakness in one area and even though that weakness had hurt his son deeply, it hadn’t changed his opinion of Blaine. No! Of course he didn’t like what had happened between Kurt and Blaine, but life was hard and everyone had weaknesses, especially when they were only in their 20s and hadn’t had time to mature. Kurt had told him that Javi was a little nervous about meeting them, although Javi had never actually said so. When Kurt told his dad about all the questions with regard to Lima, Burt had said the same thing as Kurt was thinking, and laughed. No one asked that many questions about Lima, ever!

Blaine was flying back today. He’d decided if he was going to do this reunion right, he’d take a whole week. Who knows? If he actually moved to LA he might not be back again for a very long time. And truth be told he didn’t really want to be in New York when Barry came to get his stuff. He’d already talked to him about it and Barry didn’t seem all that eager to see Blaine again either. For Blaine that pretty much said it all. He told Barry he’d think about LA and get back with him once it got closer to graduation. At least that part was settled.

Day after tomorrow he’d be meeting Kurt. He had done the Kurt thing; notebook, feelings, questions, some answers. It did help actually. Seeing it on paper made it easier to stop spending his time endlessly musing why he was feeling this way. The timing of Kurt’s call maybe? He was in the process of ending his relationship with Barry and he wasn’t unaware that where thoughts of Barry arose, Kurt would naturally be there, invading Blaine’s mind as he finally had to deal with what he’d destroyed, no, not just what, but who. He knew he was right in seeking counseling. Until he could lay the guilt and whatever else to rest, he’d be struggling. He’d had to ask himself if Kurt wanted him back today what would he say, what would he want? He’d say yes. But why would he say yes? Because Kurt was and always would be the best thing that ever happened to him. Honestly, he couldn’t see Kurt ever wanting him back, but until he met with him and knew where his head and heart were at, he’d have to set all that aside. It would be more than a monumental task to rebuild their relationship, even as friends, but all he could do was ask. He’d deal with the fallout or repairing when he had an answer.

Kurt used his arms to lift himself off of Javi hissing and laughing, “Javi, stop! What are you doing?” “Obviously, I’m unbuttoning your shirt, now stop fighting me,” Javi snickered. “Javi, no….” He tried to push his hands away as Javi struggled to divest him of his shirt, “anyone can hear us out here!” he sort of looked around like a neighbor might be sneaking over the wooden security fence. “Shhhh, Kurtito! No one is going to hear us….and so what if they do? I’m a celebrity, remember?” Javi struck a silly pose, “They expect all kinds of strange behavior from people like me!….now let me take off the damn shirt!” Kurt acquiesced, as Javi lifted him up, kissed him and then threw him in the pool. When Kurt came up for air, he swam over to Javi who was sitting on the edge of the pool, laughing at him, and quite obviously aroused. “Oh, mi little Kurtito, what was it you called me once….oh, yes! A water baby….I believe I was trapped in a shower? He looked down and said, “Hmmmm….well, I think it’s rather conspicuous…I’m no baby…and the chilly water hasn’t made me a shrinking violet,” he laughed at his own analogy as he slid into the pool and started yelling “Marco!” He did it again only louder, “Marco!” Kurt kept trying to shush him, “Stop it!” No, no, you’re supposed to say, “Polo, not stop it!” He started to say it again and Kurt tried to put his hand over his mouth, but Javi pulled him tightly against him and kissed him, exploring his mouth, playing with his tongue, reaching for Kurt with a hand underneath the water, Kurt trying to stop him….but it felt too good and he moaned as Javi used him as his plaything. He wrapped his arms around Javi’s neck wanting to tell him to stop, although he wasn’t sure why anymore, “Javi, stop…..your neighbors….oh my god, Javi…..you’re driving me….crazy….”Oh, does that feel good?…..how about this?…..yes, I know you like this…” and he yelled, “Marco!” again…

“Kurtito the neighbors will never know….unless I touch you here,” Kurt gasped and almost choked on some water, “oh yessss…please…..there…. right there….” he instinctively wrapped his legs around Javi’s waist as they moved toward the edge of the pool on the shallow end and Javi laid Kurt down beneath him on the incline of the pool, leaving Kurt’s legs wrapped around him. As Kurt lay on his back, his bent legs loosened around Javi’s waist and naturally spread and Javi took advantage using both hands, touching Kurt, using his fingers to tickle, his hands roaming everywhere…..his inner thighs, along his crack, tickling, then caressing his cojones (I’m tired of balls, okay? ;-), knowing his poor Kurtito was at his mercy and loving every second, “Shhhh! Mi amor, the neighbors might hear, I have a reputation to maintain….quiet!….here, maybe this will help…” he said as he braced his arms beneath the water and began rubbing his cock over Kurt’s, the water creating a slippery eroticism, “God……Javi, oh my….God…..what…” Kurt lowered his legs still spread wide as he tried to slip his hand over Javi’s hard-on….”not yet….no, no not yet…were you going to ask what I’m doing?” and he continued to rub their cocks across and around each other, having forgotten how hot this felt, even in soaking wet underwear…in some ways because of the soaking wet underwear……”What? You don’t like what I’m doing? Oh, I think you like it a lot, mi amor…. Why don’t you tell the neighbors how much you like it….well, unless you really don’t…I can always stop…..” He continued for a few minutes more, then used his hands to anchor Kurt’s hips and resumed the movement, anywhere he could make contact with Kurt’s skin, listening to Kurt trying without much success to express his intense pleasure quietly. But when Javi released his hips and took Kurt’s cojones (still tired of balls; if anyone has any suggestions that don’t sound as ridiculous as what I find online, please, I’m open to suggestions: same with penis!) in one hand, holding his cock firmly at its base, using his other hand to stroke from its base to its head, slowly, making sure he didn’t engage the sensitive head too much….not yet. Kurt’s involuntary pleas for slower then faster, softer then harder and his final breathless, “Javiiiiiii…now….I can’t take….much…..m….now….. please…” as Javi slid his hand over the head feeling Kurt come, Javi thought the neighbors would have to be deaf not to hear them, actually quite pleased with himself! He got out of the pool and sat on the edge, leaving Kurt to regain some equilibrium before getting back in the pool.

He was kind of thirsty. He looked over at the table between the lounge chairs where a pitcher of water remained from earlier. He got up, padding over to the table and chairs. He was just getting ready to pour the water into a glass when he felt Kurt’s arms encircle his waist. How could he have gotten out of the pool without Javi hearing? Did it really matter anymore? Kurt’s hands were repeating Javi’s earlier performance touching, tickling, gliding all over Javi’s body, wherever they could reach, as Javi closed his eyes and leaned back against him. Kurt began using one finger to caress him from back to front, then front to back, down his crack, over his balls, up his cock, kneeling on the porch floor. Then, he said, “Bend over, mi Javito…..” Javi complied, waiting for the hands and fingers that would create that sizzling current of electricity to engulf his body, then center itself in his lower abdomen, and Kurt did not disappoint. Kurt began the dance down his crack again, stopping just short of touching his balls, then repeating the movement until Javi could barely stand still, “No more teasing…..touch me…..Kurt……sto….oh, my God…..yes….don’t stop…..don’t stop…” as he bent over the table, legs spread, Kurt was fondling his balls while running that single finger from the base of his cock to the head, finally settling his hand at the base just as Javi had done, holding his balls firmly using his other hand slowly and steadily never increasing the pace until Javi was begging, just like Kurt had, pleading with him to move faster, and he did, never letting up on his hold; he knew Javi was ready but he wanted to hear it, “Say it, Javito, tell me what you want…..tell me how much you want it….the neighbors probably want to know, too…..oh, come on, Javi…..what do you want…hmmmm?” Javi had reached a point where he didn’t really care who heard what, “Faster…..oh, God, Kurt…..faster….” Kurt very slightly allowed his hand to graze the head….”Yes….Kurt….more.. ..stop teasing…..now……take it….make me come…please, ple…..now!….” and that’s exactly what Kurt did, holding onto Javi’s waist for a moment. Finally, he turned around and grabbed Kurt by the shoulders, kissing Kurt hard, then letting go, pushing him into one of the lounge chairs. “That was fun, doncha think?” he smiled and Kurt started laughing. “See? No one called the police, no one dropped by to see what we were doing, no one yelled for us to keep it down; California, you’ve really gotta love it, Kurtito!” When Kurt had gotten his laughing under control he said, “Yeah, in Ohio we’d never get away with that, even with a private pool and an eight-foot security fence!” “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we did it here then, right?” Suddenly, Kurt noticed the tattoo of the bird over Javi’s waist. It had expanded! “Javi, you changed your tattoo in Mexico?” The changes only made it look sexier than it had before; it almost looked like black lace spanning from one hip bone to the other.

Kurt shook his head, “Javi, Lima isn’t going to know what hit them.” Javi gave Kurt one of his own looks, one hand on his hip and a raised eyebrow, “If it’s as cold as you say, I don’t plan on showing it off….well, unless you want me to show your friends or something. You keep telling me what an exhibitionist I am.” “Well, you are! Not that I’m complaining, of course.” Javi plopped down in the other lounge chair and sighed, “Do you realize we’ve been walking around in our underwear all weekend?” “To quote the wisdom of Javier Ramos Ruiz, it was fun, doncha think?” Yes, it had definitely been fun!