CHAPTER 70 KURT’S PASSION

He still remembered when the idea had come to him and although it didn’t seem as crazy as it had back then, he hadn’t shared it with anyone; not even Javi. He could still see Javi tossing the red-covered notebook to him, “Kurtito” written on the cover, revealing how he managed to remember significant details of some of their “adventures” in lovemaking. There it was in blue ink, Javi’s descriptions, things they’d both said. All of their fantasies, Javi’s feelings about them….at first Kurt wasn’t sure whether he was flattered or frightened! But, then he’d taken up the imaginative habit himself. He’d already filled dozens of spiral-bound notebooks over his lifetime. Even in the relatively brief time he and Javi had fallen head over heels for each other, he had a whole notebook devoted to his spiritual journey, one with thoughts about what he might want to do when he graduated and one just like Javi’s filled with evidence of their love.

But now he’d graduated; his higher education behind him, a blank slate of future before him. Javi wasn’t pressuring him to make any decisions yet. In his mind, destiny came to you, it knocked on your door waiting for you to recognize it for what it was. And Kurt was so multitalented who knew what destiny had in store? Javi wanted to give him all the time and space he wanted and needed so he could methodically consider all of his options. Not that Kurt was prone to impulsiveness, anything but, and especially when it came to major life decisions. Just because he wasn’t officially a student anymore didn’t mean he’d cease to learn and grow. He’d started working at the boutique full-time even when Javi had told him to take a breather. It wasn’t like they needed the money, but Kurt’s sense of responsibility wouldn’t allow him to just live there and not contribute. And besides, maybe his destiny lay in fashion, who knew?

The idea wouldn’t stop following him around though and finally he’d stopped trying to push it away. Instead he picked up his favorite pen and started writing, the words spilling from his brain so he could examine it in a concrete way. Whether it sounded insane or not didn’t matter; insane was just a synonym for passionate, according to the thesaurus. What mattered was that notions for carrying the insanity forward were fervently filling another notebook and it was time to discuss it with his Javito. However, he didn’t just want to present the whirlwind of ideas and desires in conversation alone. If it was his passion, and every day it seemed to grow, then he wanted to demonstrate it in some way. He wanted to remember the time he’d shared his passion with the one person who had helped him discover it; to find it recorded in their respective notebooks years from now and smile. Until Javi had so unexpectedly arrived, he’d never considered what he was preparing for as his destiny or as one of the reasons he was created.

He’d always had a fondness for writing and he had certainly benefited from the practice. Putting his thoughts, feelings and ideas on paper got them out of his head so he could examine them and mold them like clay into something tangible and useful rather than letting them wander around in circles driving him to distraction or completely leaving his mind without further consideration. It often brought some sense of order to his life when everything around him seemed to live and breathe chaos. Writing had been indispensable when life as an openly gay teen sought to destroy his courage. It had saved him when he and Blaine were at their worst.

That oh so memorable night when Javi had almost carelessly tossed that notebook to him showed how a single gesture could take a directionless student down a path of what? A calling? A vocation? Not just a source of employment. As Kurt had leafed through their notebooks, he immersed himself the story of how Javi and Kurt had become the couple they were. Of course, they weren’t perfect. They were subject to the same relationship issues as any couple, but they really strived to work through them, and more often than not ended up having fun doing it!

The same question he’d asked a million times in his head spoke up again. Why hadn’t anyone ever revealed something as important as this? Why did it seem so hidden? Javi had learned from Antonio, Antonio from his parents. Even Javi agreed that he’d never discovered any self-help books completely devoted to addressing relationship building in this way. Yes, there were books published every day with bits and pieces that might be helpful, but never presented as a life plan, not really. Antonio and Javi couldn’t be the only couple who had employed all of this creativity to build a strong relationship, a balanced relationship. Kurt was fully aware that they were still in the honeymoon phase, but unlike a lot of couples who made it to a year they hadn’t really settled into behavioral patterns where they were starting to take each other for granted, where they didn’t really enjoy each other’s company most of the time, where little things got on each other’s nerves. Once a month they’d take an evening, creating a casual, comfortable atmosphere and have a conversation about things they needed to work on, things that really did bother them no matter how small and try to come up with ways to deal with them.

The idea was almost ridiculously simple, but executing it, turning it into reality? Not so simple. He wanted to share what Javi had taught him, what they’d learned together. Beginning with the cake-baking analogy for a foundation and traveling forward. How they managed to maintain a more than reasonably healthy relationship in all areas. Teaching others how to navigate the sometimes treacherous waters of a long-term love. He didn’t know the first thing about writing a book or the publishing process. And he doubted it fell under the realm of influence Javi had in entertainment.

His arm resting on the kitchen table, his hand propped under his chin, this was one of his preferred places for writing or thinking, especially when he was alone. He loved the natural lighting and the homey feel. The California sun that brightened the room seemed to illuminate his creativity as well. His other favorite place was the couch in the media room. He and Javi had spent so much time there together sharing….everything, talking, making love, listening to music. Javi’s scent lingered in the pillows. He decided a change of scenery might spark some ideas about how to reveal this change in his life and thinking with Javi. There was no rush, of course, but it was like his brain was stuck in the on position and he was ready to share his excitement with his partner.

After they’d taken another new step in their relationship not long ago, they’d stopped calling each other boyfriends and started calling each other partners. The word boyfriend seemed like a description of someone whose company you enjoyed but were still not sure where the “friend” part was headed yet. Partner made them equals. And it said they had a common goal. Just like joining their bodies had changed them, it had also changed how they viewed each other and their love.

Laying on his right side, he settled into the familiar contours, sinking into the cushions. Wrapping his arms around Javi’s favorite velvet pillow, he laid both of their notebooks on the coffee table. He’d just finished rereading the descriptions, thoughts and comments from the night Kurt was made aware of Javi’s notebook. So funny! The night that had planted a seed for what might be his passion in life was also the night they’d had their first fight.

He let his mind wander hoping he’d find some inspiration. He loved Javi so much and he couldn’t wait to share this with him, but he wanted it to be memorable, special, perfect. Let’s see, he’d made chili that night. That might be perfect. Chili could be made in a thousand and one ways. He’d originally enlisted Belita for the recipe that Javi liked best, minus the heat, so Kurt could manage to eat it, too. Maybe he could make two batches, one to suit Javi’s desensitized palate and one to accommodate Kurt. And of course they never went wrong with candles, music, low lighting, wine, the heated tub. Improvisation could run wild! He could greet Javi while laying on the futon in the media room, again wearing something seductive but not exactly what he wore that night….and they could skip the conversation about Javi’s being an accountant and the snarky comments Kurt had made.

But how to reproduce their lovemaking in a way that was unique and fun while trying to remind Javi of the significance of that night? He was positive he’d remember their first argument, and even though he had indeed written down details of that night, it wasn’t like he reread his notebook religiously. Kurt turned to the dated page and reexamined Javi’s words again.

The mischievous taunting, Javi calling him “Buffy the maid,” as in in the buff, and his tom kitty and Kittito; Kurt always feigned irritation with these nicknames, but in truth, especially in the setting of Javi’s sensual provocation, it was hot! And the playful struggling that night, wrestling on the bed and Kurt pinning Javi to the bed, teasing him over and over with his soft kisses, forcing Javi to come after them. This time Kurt doing the taunting, asking how he wanted to do it, insisting that he show him and tell him. This was a game they never seemed to tire of, their voices begging, taunting, pleading, teasing…..God, just thinking about it. Hmmm….he wondered where Javi was right now? He quickly checked their combined calendar. It was noonish. He was in LA for the day, working at the studio, he and the musicians working with the raw material of some new songs. He grabbed his phone. He’d text him, the worst that could happen was that he wasn’t available. And again, in part thanks to Javi he’d found ways to take care of that without him. “Have time for a romp in the park?”

Javi felt his phone vibrate and barely glanced at it; 99% of the time whoever it was could wait. Kurt! Ah! Javi was needed! And in a way he rarely turned down. He smiled to himself and asked the group of musicians if they were ready to break for lunch. No one was objecting, so he texted, “Give me 15 minutes!” Kurt read the text, pleased with the message, and responded with, “Ok ;-)!”

Kurt needed a break anyway, he reasoned….like he needed an excuse to be doing this in the middle of the day with or without Javi? But the party was soooooo much more fun with Javi in attendance. Fifteen minutes….he neatly straightened the notebooks on the coffee table and headed for the third bedroom that they’d used only a few weeks ago. He was still fascinated by it, discovering something unusual every time he returned. He opened the door, it no longer being locked all the time. From the door the first thing he laid eyes on was that immense round bed, covered in rich velvet…he could already feel it caressing his skin….And the open skylight above it….silly as it sounded he could picture anonymous people being able to look down on whatever he/they were doing on that bed. With a half-smile he wondered when that had become a turn-on for him. He brought up Javi’s album, Eterno, searching for the official videos. There it was! His favorite – Sobrenatural (Supernatural). He loved the energy of the song. He had woven many a fantasy around this video. Kurt always imagined Javi trapped in what looked like a clear glass cube, “expelled from paradise” as the song said and landing in a place where his faith and his being were lost and foreign. Watching Javi move about as if seeking the way out, so sensual, so sexy. Sometimes he even slowed it down just to enhance “the heat” as he thought of it.

Tilting his phone against one of the oversized pillows, he propped his head up on another pillow to watch the video play, slowly undressing Javi in his mind. Off came the shorts Kurt was wearing and since he didn’t have to be anywhere today, commando was the only way to go. He was soooo ready. As he somewhat impatiently waited for the phone to ring, he studied the video, sensing what it would feel like in that tiny cube, both searching for a way out but inhibited by four see-through walls.

He was so engrossed in the video and the fantasy unreeling in his mind that when his phone finally rang, he picked it up almost absentmindedly. “Where are you, mi amor….what are you doing…what are you wearing….nothing, I hope….” Javi whispered seductively. Kurt described his surroundings – “I’m completely naked lying on a bed of velvet….just waiting for you….,” the eroticism of the video…”you’re almost frantic to find a way out….but it’s soooo hot in here…..and all I’m frantic for is you….ohhhhh Javito you want out but all I want is you…..a door can wait….and I’m not letting you out until I’m satisfied…..” he sighed into the phone, already holding his rigid cock in his hand, “And where are you, mi chico juguete (chico hoo-ger-tay, boy toy). Javi released that low laugh, “I’m in my play pen, otherwise known as my office.”Soooo, we’re in the cube, si? Give me un momento to imagine. Oh, yes, there we are..I wonder if anyone can see us?..maybe they could…this cube is…..narrow….sorry there’s just nooooo room in here…..I can hardly move without touching you….yeah, it’s frustrating alright……that’s not what I meant and you know it……it’s getting soooo warm in here….let’s take off these clothes….I’m sweating…and so are you it’s like a sauna in here….we can always put them back on when we find a way out…..God, Kurt, what are we going to do….I mean here we are….no way out…I know there’s a door….where’d it go?…..and this cube….is it getting smaller…..yes and you’re what….you’re getting larger?..this is no time to be funny Kurt….what? Well, yes, I can see that….but…we can do that after we get out of here…..but now…we need to find a door or something….Kurt no stop….just…” Javi’s voice changed as if he was a bit irritated with Kurt, “I didn’t mean it literally when I asked what we were going to do…..we have time for that when…..Kurt stop it’s getting claustrophobic in here…no…..get. back. up.” then, as if reasoning with him would do any good, “yes of course it feels good but….what are you…..there’s not enough room….. well yes…..Kurt no no no….stand up….oh god yesssss…yessss…no don’t sta…..that feels soooo good…..your mouth….it’s so warm and wet….sorry didn’t mean to pull your hair so har….deeper…..si deeper…..you’re sooooo good at…..Kkkkuuuurrrtttt……I’m coming Kurt…… don’t stop don’t stop…..yesssss……”The images of where they were, trapped….every time he watched this video, it felt like Javi was inside a cube of his own making and he was urgently trying to escape, just like the words expressed. He couldn’t escape until he found the one in this life to help him….and then he found that person….kneeling in front of him.

Listening to the musical beat and picturing them naked and sweating….Javi pressed against a wall of the cube where Kurt had unceremoniously pushed him…himself on his knees against Javi’s initial protests….he could taste the salt on his tongue….feel Javi’s hard cock in his mouth….caressing the ridges, the head, the length of his shaft with his tongue…..tightening his lips as he moved up and down, listening to Javi’s expressions of pleasure……Javi’s hands grasping his hair…..he could picture him in the video he’d watched a million times….his neck extended….his face and full lips parted…eyes closed turned toward the ceiling….abandoning himself to Kurt’s expertise. He felt himself coming, too, the velvet and expanse of the bed seeming to be the exact opposite of what he was imagining….here he was free, his eyes closed but knowing the skylight was open directly above him…and finally they were both quiet, slowing their rapid breathing. Javi was the one to break the silence. “I knew there was a reason I enjoyed making that video so much, but I never pictured a naked sweaty Kurtito in there with me. If I’d known I wouldn’t have spent my time trying to find a way out,” he laughed. Kurt lay on the bed, relaxed, eyes still closed, “We could have always escaped through the skylight….” “What???? What do you mean?” “The skylight…” “Kurtito, you are so funny….so literal….yes, if it wasn’t a video and that wasn’t a fantasy, we could escape through the skylight, mi amor.””I love you so much….. beyond reason, Javi..” Kurt sighed as he opened his iridescent eyes. “And I love you for a million reasons, Kurt….I’ll be home around six….you wanna go out to eat?” Kurt thought about it a moment and then decided, “No, I’ll cook. I have today off.” “Okay, enjoy the rest of your day, bebe.” “I will, but not half as much as I just enjoyed you, carino…”Kurt disconnected his phone and slid up to the pillows on the bed. This! This was exactly what he wanted to share with other couples. They were like any other couple. Their work and all the details of simple living took up most of their time but they still managed to not only make time for creating moments like these, but they were so…..fluid? Sure, there were times when they said no to each other, but most of the time they still could hardly keep their hands off each other, especially since they’d taken another step in their relationship. It was getting to the point where Kurt could hardly wait to tell Javi about a passion he’d never imagined! Javi relaxed into his leather office chair, closed his chocolate brown eyes and smiled.

He tried to picture his colleagues beyond the door to his office wondering what he’d been doing. It wasn’t unusual for him to lock the door to the office. They knew he was an extremely single-minded person. Multitasking wasn’t one of Javi’s fortes. He could see them returning from lunch and picking up their respective instruments, waiting for Javi’s return. They’d be playing around with the music and the lyrics again, knowing almost exactly when Javi would return – single-minded and punctual. Never in a million years would they picture him behind his desk, half-naked, fantasizing with his partner, having enhanced phone sex. Oh! They knew he was passionate and no doubt sought after but this? As creative and imaginative as they were, picturing their employer and friend as he was right now? Never in a million years!

He’d be living on this one of many adventures he and Kurt came up with for the rest of the day. Maybe it was a new song just waiting to be written, who knew? But Javi could tell Kurt had something on his mind. It was like he had people pacing back and forth in his mind. He’d disappear to his room more frequently and always seemed to have a notebook with him, jotting down whatever was running through his thoughts. Speaking of which, he entered a reminder on his phone so he wouldn’t forget to record his impressions of Sobrenatural in his own notebook when he got home. That sounded sooooo wonderful! Home, after that 2-hour drive from LA; home had become another name for his Kurtito.

Kurt couldn’t believe he’d fallen asleep; sure, it was just a catnap, but he didn’t realize he’d been that relaxed! After straightening what was becoming his favorite room, he took a shower, then fixed himself a turkey and avocado sandwich and began writing again. He’d often thought that this would be so much faster if he’d just use his laptop, but he wasn’t interested in faster. He liked filling a blank sheet of paper with the words that creatively described what was in his heart, mind and soul. And now he realized how essential it was going to be for him to become more disciplined, especially since the idea of teaching had also taken a seat right next to writing. Research was needed – about the writing process, how to market your work and the list was growing.

It was becoming obvious that the topic his “passion” had chosen could be a gigantic distraction all by itself. He knew if he let his mind go back again to the night of their first fight and makeup sex….well, at the least his attention might be diverted once again. Somehow, he would need to find a way to….he didn’t know….detach himself maybe? Yes, he wanted to plan when and how he would broach the subject with Javi, but apparently he’d need to discipline himself to take his thinking in intervals, focusing on different topics for a limited period of time, then somehow learning to move on. He laughed when he silently pictured himself calling Javi every time he found himself back in the steamy tub or the even steamier bed from that night. Neither of them would get any work done! And that was just one night!

As Javi finally left the fringes of LA and headed down the Pacific Coast, he eased into the picturesque view that never ceased to inspire him. It wasn’t the sea of his childhood in Quintana Roo but it was mesmerizing nonetheless. Sometimes, he’d even stop and walk along the beach for a bit before resuming his journey home. But not today. He couldn’t get the fantasy he’d described to Kurt earlier that day out of his mind. Not only had it inspired song lyrics and even some musical notes, he couldn’t get the idea of applying that same description to his Kurtito, except Kurt would be on the receiving end this time. Yes, it had been a fantasy, and they’d both enjoyed the benefits, but turnabout was fair play, and besides, even if it wasn’t, what he wanted to do to Kurt when he got home had to be satisfied….he laughed, yes! satisfied! What a perfect way to start their evening.

As he unlocked the door, the scent of duck roasting filled the entire house. Over the past almost year Kurt had become quite the cook. It started because most of the time he was home before Javi and he’d just sort of fallen into the habit of trying to have dinner ready. Adam had given him some suggestions and a few lessons and now the kitchen had a small bookcase full of cookbooks. Javi didn’t mind cooking and he employed his culinary skills, too, but not as often as Kurt.

Kurt was busy cutting vegetable chunks to roast; baby carrots, onions, mushrooms… adding an apple and an orange for just a hint of sweetness. He’d even made chocolate mousse; his own version, one that didn’t require too much time and effort. When he heard the front door open, he turned his head and gave Javi a smile that lit up his entire face including his eyes, “Hola, mi principe (prince)!”

Javi placed his satchel down slowly and leaned against the wall for a moment just watching Kurt. Watching Kurt still fascinated him. When he’d turned his head, those kaleidoscope eyes had gifted Javi with their rainbow colors. Those chiseled features and that thick ginger hair falling over his forehead in waves from the heat of the kitchen. The earring with the initial S sparkling as it dangled from his ear. He knew if he turned right now and laid those piercing eyes on him again, his heart would either skip a beat or melt; sometimes that’s just the way it was. And Kurt was so engrossed in chopping vegetables; that was another way he knew Kurt had something on his mind. He almost always stopped whatever he was doing when Javi got home just to give him a kiss and hug. No matter; his absorption in what he was doing worked perfectly for Javi’s purposes.

When he’d filled his mind with the beautiful manscape that was Kurt, he took off his shoes and quietly walked up behind him, wrapping his strong arms around Kurt’s waist, “Do you know how hot you are?” Javi half-whispered, “Standing there in mi abuela’s (grandmother’s) apron?” “Well of course I know, it feels like I’m that duck in the oven.” Then he remembered, “Oh! I’m sorry, mi Javi….I can’t believe I didn’t….” “Shhhh, my pequeña cocinera caliente (my hot little cook). I missed you today…” Kurt laughed, “You missed me? You spent a half hour in Wonderland with me just a few hours ago.” “Si, es verdad (yes, true)….but I left something back there and I need to return,” he whispered while untying the frilly pink apron from around Kurt’s waist.”Javi, what are you doing? Quit…” Javi ignored his protests, “How long until dinner, mi amor?” “About an hour, but I need to get these vegetables in the oven.” “Ohhhh, I like raw vegetables…..I like lots of things in the raw….like my men…” Kurt chuckled again, “Your men? How many of us are there? Is that what you left back in Wonderland….one of your men? You suddenly have a thing for the Mad Hatter?” “Oh no no no Kurtito,” he crooned as he tossed the apron aside and untied Kurt’s thin blue sweat pants, sliding his hands under the loosened waistband, “this is what I left in Wonderland….” he slid his hands over the curves of Kurt’s ass and around his hips, using his hand on Kurt’s semi-hard cock, “oh there he is right under that annoying Cheshire Cat with that sneaky smile…”Javi…can’t this wait..I mean…..” Javi’s wicked laugh preceded, “no it can’t….I’m late I’m late for a veeerryyy important date,” He said, quoting the March Hare, wrapping both hands around Kurt’s stiffness….” mmmmmm….oh….yes….like that….yes….,” Kurt murmured, giving in, “Hmmm…..think you answered your own question, love….but you know I could skip that date any time if you reaaalllyy want me to…..” Kurt’s eyes closed as he whispered, “Javi…. you are…..such…..a whore…” Kurt carefully laid down the knife and leaned back against Javi’s body as he used one hand to play with his balls and his other hand to caress his hard cock, “mmmm…..when did you start paying for my favors….,” Javi said, kissing Kurt’s damp neck, the tang of salt on his lips.”

And I wouldn’t want to lose this…..or these….in Wonderland…..oh mi Kurtito I love how you feel in my hands…so stiff….I love how it makes you feel when I do this….” Kurt sighed, “and this…oh and maybe this….” with another ragged sigh Kurt reached back anchoring himself against Javi’s thighs, “when you’re in my hands….my hands…..my hands……mmmmmm yes….BUT” Javi leaned into Kurt’s ear and breathed, “I love how you feel in my mouth even more….” Kurt almost whimpered feeling Javi’s breath so warm on his neck, one hand traveling up his shaft, the other tickling his cojones, “turn around, bebe,” Javi said in a low whisper as Kurt turned with a slight moan, Javi not missing a beat….caressing his cock…..agonizingly avoiding the head….In one swift move he pushed Kurt’s pants to the floor, capturing his lips, one hand returning to his aching cock, the other tweaking a nipple. Kurt moaned again as a jolt of liquid lightning charged from his nipple to his toes. Javi released his lips and silently slid to the floor, kneeling in front of Kurt as Kurt braced himself with both hands against the counter. In a whisper so low it was almost inaudible Kurt said, “I love you, Javier Ramos Ruiz….” Javi caught his breath. He had to collect himself before he continued…whenever Kurt said his name like that….it was a high like no other.

“And I love licking you from top to bottom….over and over and over….and playing with the head of your cock like this….the way you taste drives me crazy…..and these ……” he said, taking one of his balls into his mouth, then releasing it and doing the same to the other, using his tongue to perhaps discover another of his lover’s pleasure zones, and after he’d had his fun, he said, “and I especially love the feel of your hard prick in my mouth because I know……” he took Kurt as deeply into his mouth as he could, then slid back up using his lips as Kurt whimpered again and whispered Javi, Javi, Javi mi carino over and over, “I know that’s what I’ll hear, Kurt….Javi….Javi….Javi… again and again,” he murmured, and with that he took Kurt into his mouth a little deeper, using his hand at the same time swimming in a sea of hunger, tasting every “yes,” every “Javi” every “ohmygod” until he felt Kurt’s knees collapse slightly as he came. There it was, the taste of his favorite mushrooms, the taste of his lover’s cum. Kurt slid to the floor as if his body had suddenly turned to jelly. Javi was still kneeling, “mi Javito, besame…(kiss me)” and Javi obliged, surprised by Kurt’s ardor, Kurt exploring his mouth, under his tongue, even playfully biting the tip of his tongue, tasting himself, and lowering Javi to the floor. “No no no, mi amor, that was my way of reciprocating for the fantasy, I was the receiver…”

“Shut up, Javi…..just…” Kurt almost frantically undressed Javi, straddling his muscular body, attacking his bare torso, his hands slipping and sliding along his toasted skin, his lips and tongue making their way from his long neck, encircling each exquisitely dark nipple, licking their tautness, soaking in Javi’s gasp…..then to his vulnerable belly, planting pinpoint hickeys around his navel and finally using the tip of his tongue to tease the depth of his belly button while holding Javi’s shaft in one hand, moving his thumb slowly up and down the upper side and then the underside, until he felt Javi’s hips move, a moan escaping his lips. Abandoning his navel, he turned his full attention to Javi’s swollen member. “So you like to lick me….” Kurt ran his tongue over the head and down the shaft” …like this?….. And you like how my cock feels in your mouth..like…..this?….” Kurt said before he plunged his own mouth over Javi’s readiness, encompassing almost all of him, moving to the rhythm of Javi’s pelvis. As his mouth and lips came back up over the head he firmly planted his hands over Javi’s writhing hips, securing them to the kitchen floor, teasing Javi’s erect cock with his tongue, listening to his pleading moans. The feeling of Javi struggling beneath him, unable to move his hips as he playfully tortured him with his tongue….soooo hot..so hot…. “Tell me….tell me…..show me, Javito…..show me how you like it….hmmmm? Come on mi Javito….you can’t show me? Why can’t you….oh! you can’t move…I’m….soooo sorry….well then tell me…..tell me….and then if I like what I hear mmmaaaayyybbbeeee I’ll let you show me…..””Ohmygod, …stop……stop teasing….Kurt…..god…..let me up…..yes yes I want you…..god yes I want you….ohmygod…you’re driving me cra….yessss I want you to suck my cock……I want…….”Show me what you want….” and Kurt released one hip just long enough to take one of Javi’s hands, placing it over his rigid prick, allowing Javi to slid his hand up and down while Kurt tickled the sensitive head with the wet tip of his tongue, “It feels good doesn’t it, si?…..but you want more…..more than just your hand…..or maybe not? But I don’t know” Kurt whispered flippantly…”Tell me again….what do you want….who do you want…” Kurt was panting…..”now….say it….say my name…” With some effort, Jack pled with Kurt, “Kurt….now……please….please…. just….suck my cock….make…..me….now…ohgodplease….Kurt..I’m…..” And as Javi arched his back, Kurt hurriedly pushed away Javi’s hand and took Javi’s hardness into his mouth one last time savoring the warm taste of sweetness….. and something he had yet to define. Kurt glanced over at Javi, eyes closed, laying on the tiled floor, smiling at the ceiling, catching his breath. He had to smile himself. He could almost imagine how silly they would look from someone else’s viewpoint, sprawled all over the floor, half naked, clothes everywhere……and a duck roasting in the oven, vegetables still waiting to be prepared. One of the carrots had actually fallen on them in the heat of the moment. He reached for Javi’s hand and pulled him up to sit beside him against the cupboard doors.

“So all it takes to turn you on is your abuela’s lacy apron? Isn’t that a bit kinky, even for you, mi amor?” Javi pinched Kurt’s red cheeks together and said, “Aren’t you cute….God! Were you trying to kill me?” “Just trying to make sure I followed your instructions and besides you’re the one who ambushed me, I was only giving you what you deserved,” he laughed. Javi sighed heavily and leaned against the cupboard doors, closing his eyes again, “I love you….like I love music….you’re like an addiction…my passion…” Javi laid his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

Kurt knew he needed to get up and finish dinner, but he sat there for a few minutes more, playing with Javi’s tangle of curls. Wow! If this was how it was going to be as he progressed with his future plans using the words from their notebooks as a guide, how were they going to contain their passion for each other? His life’s passion…..Kurt had suddenly remembered something Javi said that night when such a tiny kernel of an idea was planted for what he now believed truly was his passion. See? said his mind, all it takes is a few words to spark the flame of creativity. In this case it was three little words consisting of four tantalizing syllables. And what fun it would be to plan!