CHAPTER 8 – LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU

Kurt was still trying to get used to the idea that Javi’s anger at Tonio might have something to do with the dream. Was Tonio perhaps trying to get Javi’s attention? Well, duh! he thought, that was a given, wasn’t it? Was he making an attempt to help Javi see that his anger was affecting his relationship with Kurt? Just because he’d tried to hide it from everyone, including Kurt, didn’t mean it wasn’t there. And maybe he was trying to help Javi address his overprotectiveness, too. After all, both issues were connected to their past relationship and both were also connected to Tonio’s death – the anger at Tonio’s recklessness with his own life and the overprotectiveness it had created in Javi, always afraid that somehow he’d lose Kurt as well. But, why was Kurt having the dream? Didn’t it make more sense to invade Javi’s sleep?

Dreams don’t always make sense, his brain cautioned him once again, as if those words were imprinted on a continuous loop recording that, quite frankly, Kurt had grown tired of hearing. And he believed there were a couple of reasons why he was the recipient of the dubious honor of conduit.

First, it was sort of obvious that Kurt was more sensitive to the hidden world than Javi was. And second, if Javi was having the dream instead of Kurt, it might provoke more anger, more insecurity. Tonio would be confronting him in the way he always had when he was displeased. Javi’s longstanding anger at Tonio had only arisen after his death. When he was alive they could battle it out; there was an outlet for the anger. Now, Javi was stuck with it all alone, with nothing and no one to direct it at except himself.

Could it really be that simple? Well, not exactly simple. Maybe it was part of the answer as to a few of the whys, and at least an idea, a place to start.

And certainly everything had changed, those words Tonio’s repeated mantra, especially when Javi had met Kurt, and not long after they’d met, the dreams had started. Maybe Tonio was saying something like, “Don’t keep me here with your anger! It’s only hurting you and your future.” And he was stomping on something that was perhaps a representation of Kurt’s past to make his point? Everything changes. Yes, the Glee Club still existed, but each of them were now living their own lives apart from each other. The main difference, of course, was that Tonio was dead and unreachable, and even though the Glee Club as a unit was gone, all of them were very much alive and for the most part still in contact with each other, except for Finn, of course.

Blaine took another sip of coffee, his mind taking him back to Lima. He and Kurt had been friends first and always until that final breakup. He still remembered the day when they’d decided to try again. It had always been at the back of his mind, a hope, he guessed. And all it took was agreeing to jokingly let Kurt play the role of Meg Ryan like in the movie, Sleepless in Seattle, and a kiss. The kiss had been the best part.

And he sensed, or perhaps just another hope?, that he and Kurt were getting closer to being true friends again. After their casual reminiscing not long ago, when they’d talked about the dreams, had drifted into their past together, it had felt so comfortable. He realized that the friendship they’d had back then could never be replicated. To even think that was beyond unrealistic. He was enjoying the way things were progressing actually. Occasional lunches, with and without their current partners. Almost always talking about the dream, but still. They were easing into something. And he liked Javi, sometimes having lunch with him alone, even after Kurt had moved with him to LA for the play’s duration. But, he kept his expectations low, not wanting to hurt or be hurt again.

Kurt’s gaze shifted to Javi’s startled face. He hadn’t expected the supposed revelation about Tonio’s actions in the dream to slap him across the face like that. Javi was still in shock as Kurt had been mulling over all the reasons why he might be right. “Javi, look at me,” Kurt said, waiting for his lover’s mind to shift gears. He knew what Javi was thinking. He was taking responsibility for the dreams that had plagued both he and Blaine for so long.

“Please, just look at me,” finally, Javi seemed to emerge from the fog of possible disclosure to find Kurt’s intense gaze upon him. “This is not your fault, ya know. You can’t blame yourself for something like this…someone else’s dreams, even if you believe that you’re the catalyst. If you’re right I’d say that makes this whole thing a lot more manageable. I mean, you’re seeking help. You’ve decided that you need to rid yourself of your anger and you’re determined to do it. Maybe that’ll be enough.”

But shaking his head, Javi surprised Kurt with, “No, Kurtito, I’m not blaming myself. I’m wondering if this is something we’ll have to deal with, to look forward to forever. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life…our lives…with Tonio in our midst. I don’t want years of watching you wake up scared or crying because yet another dream has materialized with Tonio in the middle, trying to teach me, us, anyone! life lessons from beyond the grave.”

“So, say I get a real handle on the anger and find a way to deal with it, to move past it, what’s next? I don’t want my past dictating our future. Is he going to pop up every time we have a problem? Remember, you’ve had other dreams involving Tonio at the beginning of our relationship. And we know that repetitive dreams almost always mean something in your case,” secretly thinking that he was glad it wasn’t him.

“Okay, I see your point….but what can we do about it? We can’t actually pay Tonio a visit requesting that he leave us alone,” Kurt sort of smiled at what seemed like a ridiculous suggestion.

“Well….I don’t know? Can we? It seems we’ve googled everything else about this dream. We’ve even considered calling “Ghostbusters” as Adam said,” putting Ghostbusters in air quotes. “And I know he was only half kidding. But, if I’m right, what we really need is someone or something to guide us. I mean, if we can’t find something on the net, then we can always fall back on Blaine’s idea of consulting a dream psychologist. And it’s not that I’m against that idea, even though I don’t know exactly what they do. But, I think I’m right, Kurt, about my reasoning behind the dreams.”

Javi attempted to stifle a yawn. Even in the midst of having a serious and upsetting conversation, Javi was exhausted and Kurt was tired, too. “Come on, let’s get some shut-eye, shall we? I think we’ve talked enough for one night. And maybe we’ve even made some sort of breakthrough. I can always text Blaine later. He’ll want to know…and he should know. After all, like it or not, we’re all in this together.”

Javi nodded, taking hold of Kurt’s warm hand, “Yeah, I think I could fall asleep standing up. And besides, I have tomorrow off and I don’t want all of this spoiling our alone time.” A rarity, two whole days without distractions lay before them. No lacing up his heeled boots, no spending hours in makeup, no singing, no dancing….just 48 hours of free time.

He almost reached for Javi’s shoulder to awaken him and then decided against it. The man was exhausted and this could wait until tomorrow, maybe after he’d reached out to Blaine. It wasn’t like anything was likely to change within the next 10 to 12 hours or so. He laid back down, moving closer to Javi’s warmth, but careful not to awaken him.

As Kurt lay beside a sleeping Javi, much as he wanted to, he couldn’t shut his thoughts down. If Javi was right, it was a good thing, wasn’t it? At least they had a base from which to work. After all, Kurt wasn’t the first person in the world to be troubled by repetitive dreams, so there had to be help out there somewhere. But Javi was right about not wanting his past lover dictating their future, always lurking in his head waiting for the next problem to present itself. The last thing they needed was Tonio acting as yet another counselor in their lives! And there was still something that bothered him. If Tonio was just a dream manifestation why the strange activity in the bedroom at Blaine’s? Why his unexpected and disturbing response to that studio in Mexico?

God! He hoped that he wouldn’t have the dream again tonight. Sometimes it worked and sometimes not, but he’d developed a sort of mind exercise, mentally placing himself in that bedroom. A knock at the door. He got up to answer it and found Tonio on the other side in the hallway. Tonio handed him a box, obviously a gift, as it was decorated with shiny silver foil paper and topped with a blue bow. But, Kurt wouldn’t take the box, telling Tonio that he didn’t need it. Tonio nodded his understanding (Kurt wouldn’t allow any temper tantrums in this exercise) and walked away, disappearing about 10 steps away. Opening his eyes and sighing, for a moment he watched Javi’s body rise and fall with each breath, then whispered, “I love you, mi Javito,” drawing the blankets up a little higher.

After receiving the initial text, they’d decided to switch to FaceTime. This was too important to trust to mere words on a phone. After explaining the discussion he and Javi had had the night before, he asked Blaine what he thought. “Well, it certainly seems plausible, I guess. But what do we do about it?”

The word we did not escape Kurt’s attention. Another issue with Tonio dictating their future. Why had Blaine been drawn into all of this? Yes, Blaine was certainly part of the everything that had changed and perhaps the destroyed picture frame was a symbol of that for both of them….that maybe they had to toss out the idea of what their friendship had once been and build on the here and now….but he was still stuck on why the strange activity in the bedroom? In Mexico?

“Kurt, let’s just take this a step at a time. We haven’t been in that room since we took that stuff to your storage locker. And we haven’t had any weird stuff going on either, so let’s stick with what we might actually have a chance at working out.”

Javi could hear the muffled voices beyond the closed bedroom door, assuming that Kurt was talking to Blaine. He actually felt a little lighter, a little happier now that he’d gotten used to the idea of a possible solution to the dream. There were still a lot of aspects that didn’t seem to fit, but strange dreams and stranger psychic activity wasn’t the stuff of logic. And he didn’t want to spend this whole day mulling it over.

He and Kurt had better things to do, so he waited patiently in bed, his arms behind his head. Right now his idea of doing something better had nothing to do with getting out of bed. His mind flipped like fingers through a scrapbook revealing the many fantasies they’d played out over the year and a handful of months they’d known each other. Kurt still called him Xander once in a while, one of his favorite alter egos. Moves Like Jagger was another favorite for both of them. And the months they’d spent creating settings where they could make love without actually being hands-on or mouth-on (he smiled, how else could he describe it?). All the time they’d spent creating and tasting what they hoped would be the perfect cake, waiting until the time was right to apply the frosting. All he wanted to do right now was to wrap his body, heart and mind around Kurt, savoring him and all that he meant to Javi.

“Well, that’s done,” Kurt said as he walked through the bedroom door. “Put your phone in the kitchen and while you’re at it take mine, too, and turn them off.” Javi instructed. “And good morning to you, too,” Kurt laughed giving him a questioning look, but then his eyes lit up when he understood Javi’s intentions. “Okay,” he said, taking Javi’s phone from him, “I’ll be back in a sec.” “Make that half a sec,” Javi said, his words and tone of voice telling Kurt how eager he was.

When Kurt returned, he laid back down facing Javi, slipping back under the cozy covers and ruffling Javi’s pink hair. Javi gave him that do you want to talk about it look and Kurt said, “No, not now. That can wait; this can’t,” he murmured, drawing Javi close, taking in his scent that always seemed to remind him of his tawny-colored skin, sort of warm and toasty, with a hint of something cinnamony.

“I was just thinking about all of the fantasies we’ve created,” Javi said quietly against Kurt’s chest, planting tiny kisses here and there, “I know you say you don’t want to include them in your book, but maybe after this book is done, you could write another book as sort of a 50 Ways to Love Your Lover sort of thing and be specific.” “Maybeeeee,” Kurt playfully drew the word out, drawing Javi’s face to eye level and tracing a finger over his supple lips. “Do you know how much I love your lips?” Kurt’s warm breath just close enough to be felt on them. “I think so, but why don’t you show me in case I’ve forgotten something.” A low laugh escaped Kurt’s own lips as he drew his exploring finger down around Javi’s chin, barely grazing his lips.

Javi didn’t respond at first. He just let Kurt inch closer and closer, applying a little more pressure with the brush of his lips on Javi’s, feeling his cock getting stiff. Finally, when Kurt’s lips lingered, he slipped his tongue between them, sealing their lips and then drawing Kurt’s moist tongue into his mouth, slowly sucking it, eliciting a soft moan from Kurt.

Kurt drew their naked bodies together, loving the feel of skin on skin, both of them hard. Either of them could have reached down and grasped the other’s prick in a single hand, but like the kiss, they let the moments pass, their lips bonded, their tongues exploring. No need to rush.

Taking a deep breath, hesitant to part their lips, Javi said slightly out of breath, “Are you in the mood for a bit of role playing, mi amor?” “I’m in the mood for whatever you have in mind,” Kurt sighed, “just as long as it involves getting back to where we were a minute ago….oh, and a proper fuck, of course.” Kurt rarely used the f-word or any four-letter words for that matter, so when he did, that alone was a turn on.

“Okay,” Javi said, his forehead resting against Kurt’s as he looked into his sparkling eyes accompanied by a wicked grin. “Let’s play entertainer and fan?” “Who gets to be which?” Kurt queried. “Well, we have all day…maybe we could do it twice and change roles.” “Ohhhhhh, I like that idea….a lot,” Kurt purred.

Surprisingly, this was a fantasy they’d yet to attempt. One would think with Javi being an entertainer that they’d have tried it ages ago. Maybe it was because Javi spent so much time these days being an entertainer, an actor, in real life, but what did it matter? He loved the spontaneity….completely unplanned unlike most of their fantasy play.

“How about this,” Javi said, “I’ll be the entertainer first to sort of test the waters and since you’re already my adoring fan this should be easy for you.” Kurt smirked and said, “Yeah, right. Let me worship at your feet, mi Javito, sigh,” he replied fanning his face, mimicking a sigh. “Oh, and may I have your autograph before we get started so I won’t have to interrupt?” He giggled, batting his eyelashes. Javi pinched his cheek and continued as if Kurt had said nothing, raising an eyebrow, but trying hard to control his laughter.

“Let’s see….I need a prop, a mic stand sort of thing, like what I use onstage sometimes.” Kurt didn’t have to wonder where Javi was going with this. He had a way of using a mic stand as if it was his own very personal sex toy. Caressing the air around it, sooooo suggestive….He always insisted that that had not been the intent when he first started using one in their shows, but Kurt found that almost impossible to believe. He may not have always been aware of his own sensuality, but surely someone (probably more than one someone) had brought it to his attention, especially after he started performing with Mateo, leaving the church choirs in Quintana Roo behind. He still marveled occasionally at the way Javi had gone from a rather average-looking guy when Mateo signed their first recording contract to the Javi oozing sex appeal and photogeneity that had been captured on so many live performance videos.

But then, people had said the same thing about him. He’d been a small-for-his-age freckle-faced kid afflicted with a late puberty, but then, as some people said, turning into some sort of Adonis. And people were forever commenting on his unusual eyes, captivating was a word he heard a lot. He’d always denied it, certain they were seeing something that just wasn’t there; however, over the past year he’d come to see himself in a completely different light as his confidence had grown. But, he pushed those random thoughts away, wanting to get back on track and return to the sexy scenario Javi was trying to create.

Kurt glanced around the bedroom trying to turn everyday objects into something that resembled a mic stand. Not finding anything acceptable, he entered the walk-in closet where everything was neatly stacked or hung. He despised a messy closet, just like he despised a messy anything. Well, the clothing rod wouldn’t work. It was screwed tightly to the walls. He turned in a circle, imagining everything as a mic stand…and then his eyes landed on the chin-up bar he’d been meaning to install for months. Perfect! Well, for a makeshift mic stand anyway. He rarely procrastinated, but this time it had paid off. Let them joke about his OCD. It certainly beat MUD (messy unorganized disorder).

He grabbed the chin-up bar and walked over to Javi who was digging through dresser drawers and said, “Will this work?” Javi turned to look at what Kurt held in his hand and laughed, “I love it! Sex and sexercise!” Kurt laughed and gave him a friendly shove.

Javi shoved him back and then took up the task of turning the room into a simulated stage with Kurt as his audience. Dimming both bedside lamps and lighting a couple of their favorite lavender-scented candles, Javi put on a pair of bikini underwear he’d scavenged from the dresser drawer and tossed a pair to Kurt. “Put those on and take a seat on the floor.” Kurt wanted to say something about the bed being more comfortable, but held his tongue. Obviously, Javi was trying to create a somewhat plausible fantasy scene and he’d learned long ago that interrupting him during this process almost always ruined the fun.

Javi positioned himself right in Kurt’s line of vision making sure that the large horizontal mirror on the dresser would reflect his backside. Attempting to get into character, Javi looked behind him as if he was checking with his band members to see if they were ready, pretending to take a sip of water from an imaginary bottle.

“Now, imagine me in one of your favorite performance videos and describe what I’m wearing.” Wow! This was a tall order! Kurt reviewed the dozens of videos he’d watched, finally landing on Javi’s performance in Toluca not long after he’d gone solo. After a long pause, Kurt said, “Toluca…and you’re singing Besame (Kiss Me).”

Javi chuckled inwardly. It had been a rarity – a tough crowd or at least certain groups were being obstinate, seemingly oblivious to Javi’s charms, what his manager called the Javi Effect. But that seemed to have only fueled his performance taking him in a direction he didn’t often travel. Kurt didn’t need to describe his attire. He could remember it right down to the last zipper.

He’d flipped the super-sexy switch, playing mostly to the group right in front of him and appearing to ignore the others. Oh, yeah! One of his favorites, too. At the time he’d been so pissed off he never imagined he’d one day grow to love it. He remembered the day when his videographer called and told him he needed to watch the full concert series on Youtube. Why, he wondered. He’d just as soon forget that whole performance. It had been a nightmare. A group on either side of the stage taking great pleasure in frustrating him with their lack of interest. Yet even as mad as he was, he enjoyed a challenge.

And he trusted her, the woman behind the camera for every show, enough to take her advice and went in search of the recent Toluca concert, finding it easily on her channel. It wasn’t that he was unaware of his own sexuality and his ability to turn it on or off at will. He’d been performing for years. He knew his strengths and weaknesses and one of his strengths was his ability to turn a crowd’s inattentiveness and rudeness to his own advantage, at least most of the time. And it had all translated into one hell of a performance. Since then, he’d watched that Youtube video many, many times, drawing inspiration and strength from it, reminding himself of his own capabilities.

As he thought about it he was wondering how he could replicate that in his bikinis and pink hair. Could Kurt get past that and visualize him as he was in the video? If anyone could, it was Kurt. After all, they’d been constructing imaginative fantasies, some very complex, for over a year now. Who cared if it was well-planned or impromptu?

He looked around the room searching for a suitable hat. In Toluca, his hat had played an important role. He saw a couple on the dresser and grabbed the less flashy of the two, black with some glitter, but not much. He was glad now that he was wearing black underwear as well. Any other color would probably distract from the hat. With a glance in Kurt’s direction, he lifted an eyebrow and put the hat on, then took it off, as if saying hat or no hat? Kurt nodded when he put it back on. With the hat it would be. He could even tuck his pink hair under it so it couldn’t be seen.

He sidled back over to his position in front of the mirror, arranging himself again, waiting for Kurt’s nod to tell him when he’d gotten it right.

Pulling on his hat, drawing it down over his brow, he began the opening verse of Besame (Kiss Me), singing it slowly, moving his eyes across the imaginary crowd, top to bottom, side to side, then settling on the fans in front of the stage, at first ignoring Kurt’s adoring expression and outreached hand, begging for a single touch from his idol.

He held the pretend mic in both hands as if taking hold of the less-than-desirable situation with a will determined to show them all that they weren’t allowed to treat him as if he was some new, but hopeful, lounge singer, turning his head to one side facing his taunters and fluttering his fingers as if to say, “Bring it on!” The dancing fingers were one of his trademark moves…trademark because it worked! He’d been told his fans often called that his “come hither” move, inviting you closer for something hot…..much tastier than a cup of coffee.

He barely touched the mic stand itself, instead sliding his what almost appeared to be trembling fingers up and down the stand, seemingly offering something much more than just kissing as the song implied, moving through the sensual song with ease.

Ah! There he was, Javi thought as his eyes lit on the guy he’d noticed earlier. Javi didn’t know a single thing about him, not even his name. Although it had happened occasionally over his career, seeing a single male in the front rows was out of the ordinary. Most of the time they were surrounded by lots of screaming, clapping girls, pleading for Javi’s attention just like this kid. And he was very cute and seemed totally disinterested in his screaming, clapping friends, his eyes glued to Javi onstage. Feeling playful and possibly hopeful he blew the kid a kiss from the stage causing a shocked smile to spread across his face. Oh, yes! Muy lindo! (very cute).

Javi again scampered away and then returned to his admiring fans in front of the stage, allowing his distain for those who seemed unimpressed to reveal itself by shoving the mic stand to the floor in the direction of those less-than-adoring fans as if to say, “I don’t need or even want people like you as fans!”

Slowly sliding to the floor, fingers fluttering…..Oh my god! Kurt thought, those barely there dimples flashing in and out of view….he stood and turned his gaze to Kurt for a split second as if to say, “Don’t worry, I’ll get back to you,” and then marched from one side of the stage to the other, again confronting his taunters and eventually settling in the center of the stage again, closing his eyes, thoroughly satisfied with his performance, taking himself into his own world for a few seconds where screaming and applause could never reach. That place where passion met God-given talent, entwining as always to create an unbreakable bond….the bond that allowed him to overcome any insecurity he might have in response to the few who might bring him down…if he allowed them to.

I recommend slowing down playback speed from Normal to 0.75 and possibly watching in full screen on YT.

As the stage went dark he welcomed the intermission, knowing exactly where his cute conquest was. He’d never lowered his outstretched hand during the entire song, hoping for just a single touch from those dancing fingers. Taking the few steps toward the edge of the stage, he knelt again and found Kurt’s hand, grasping it tightly, saying, “Ven conmigo,” (come with me) pulling Kurt up onto the poorly lit stage.

Kurt had no idea what he’d said, but he did know conmigo meant with me. As he glanced back at where his group of friends were he discovered they’d all gone to the bar for more drinks. Apparently, they didn’t even know he wasn’t there or what was happening to him. Wait, what WAS happening to him?

“What’s your name?” Javi murmured, his breathing slightly ragged, as he pushed Kurt firmly against the wall of some anonymous room, kicking the door shut behind him. No time for foreplay! “Kurt,” he managed to squeak. “Okay, Kurt, we have about 20 minutes,” leaning in closer, barely caressing Kurt’s lips and jawline with his breath, “either you want it or you don’t…..but I think you do…..don’t you?,” Javi whispered in heavily accented English. “You do…..” he breathed against Kurt’s ear….and Javi hadn’t loosened his hold, waiting for Kurt’s answer.

All Kurt could do was nod, unable to find his voice, his eyes meeting Javi’s, refusing to look away. How had he known? That Kurt was gay? And why did he care? Of course he wanted it! He was aroused and frightened all at the same time. He wasn’t all that experienced and this was his idol!

Javi took that as a yes and kissed him firmly, pressing his body against Kurt’s, releasing a deep low laugh. Kurt may not be very experienced, but he had no trouble following his instincts. Taking Javi’s face into his hands, he drew him closer, if that was possible, rolling his hips against Javi’s. Then, slipping his hands to Javi’s waist, he pulled him flat against his body. Yes! his body whispered….he could feel their erections through their clothing.

And speaking of clothing, Javi had already managed to unzip Kurt’s pants, then unzipped his own, as they slid to the floor. Javi quickly, and a bit roughly, pushed Kurt’s jeans down, taking his underwear with them, again, doing the same to his own, assuming the 69 position in a matter of seconds. No time to remove his leather jacket.

Reaching for Kurt’s hand, he placed it over his swollen cock, then grasped Kurt’s hardness into his hand and his mouth at the same time. He heard Kurt’s groan, withholding his own, as the wet warmth of Kurt’s mouth and tongue consumed him. Kurt had no time to think about what he considered his lack of experience now. The 20 minutes had probably become 15 or even 10 by now!

Instinctively, he followed Javi’s lead, holding his cock at the base, licking from bottom to top, then creating a tiny vacuum, tightening his lips, savoring the taste and feel of his rigid prick in his mouth. It was a little awkward doing this on the floor, half-clothed, but not enough to dissipate the sense of urgency or their desire. As Javi tightened his lips around Kurt’s hardness, he made a final plunge, taking him into his mouth as far as he could, his tongue flat. “Yes….ohmygod…..yes!” Kurt gasped in garbled speech, as Javi gently squeezed his cock, drawing his fingers upward and swallowing Kurt’s cum.

Kurt hesitated for only a moment before clumsily getting up on his knees, straddling Javi and taking him into one hand, using it to glide up and down, this time making no attempt to avoid the head.

He quickly glanced up to look at Javi’s face…..”Don’t stop……don’t stop…” he mumbled. But then Javi reached down, placing a hand over Kurt’s, halting his up and down movements, and begged in a hoarse voice, “just the head.”

Slowly circling the rim over and over, lightly sucking the head like a lollipop, he felt Javi press his hands against the floor and then the warm, wet liquid of Javi’s cum in his mouth. He’d never actually swallowed it before…..but this was no time to be squeamish….first time for everything, he thought, and swallowed….and choked just a little, hoping Javi hadn’t noticed.

Javi opened his eyes, then reached to pull his skin-tight leather pants back up over his body, touched Kurt’s cheek and smiled. “Meet me here after the show.” Not a request, Kurt noted, a command. Quickly rearranging his somewhat disheveled clothing, he glanced in the wall mirror, put the hat back on, appeared satisfied with what he saw and was gone.

Kurt was sprawled on the floor, his underwear down around his ankles. “So that’s where you’re leaving me? On the floor, half-naked, so you can get back to work?” Kurt sort of chuckled. Rising from his place at the foot of the bed, kicking his bikinis aside, he crept up to lay down beside Kurt, placing his hat over Kurt’s satisfied cock, smiling into his kaleidoscope eyes.

“Well, fortunately for you, it’s not reality. If it was you’d be laying there wondering how many others there might have been before you or pondering what I might have thought about your performance or wondering what your friends were thinking about your absence. And why I wanted you to meet me after the show and then wondering how you were going to get back to the show because you’re now trapped behind the stage.”

“Okay, I get it…but why do I have to be inexperienced?” “Kurt, it’s a fantasy. We can always pick up where we left off, with you still meeting me after the show or creating something where you’re the entertainer and I’m your more than willing participant in a game of backstage quickie.”

Kurt kicked his underwear off of one foot, propping his head up on an elbow so he could look into Javi’s smiling face, his eyes saying I love you. Kurt ran his fingers over his features, messing up his already messed up pink hair again. He used one finger to close his eyelids, then traversed his cheek, his nose, his chin, his neck, his ears and finally his lips. “So, Mr. Entertainer, just how many backstage quickies have you had in your illustrious career?”

Javi sighed and turned his smile into a smirk, “Far too many to count…has to be close to a hundred or more by now. But, you’re the best.” Kurt laughed out loud, “I’ll bet you said that to every one of them, didn’t you?” Javi’s voice became playfully stern as he said, “you know I NEVER kiss and tell, mi amor.” “Maybe that’s because the tale is so boring it’s not worth telling.”

Kurt giggled as Javi reached over for another kiss, opening his eyes and joining Kurt in his laughter, “You are such a brat!” he declared, ending with their lips meeting, Kurt already plotting how this fantasy would play out in his own version of backstage quicky. He could already see the words scribbled in his notebook recording another step in what seemed to be a never-ending journey of imagination, creativity and most important of all, love.