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Chris didn't really have any excuses for what he was doing.
No, of course he knows what he's doing, but he doesn't always understand himself when the important moments in his life come and he fucks them up by having fun.
With the weather getting warmer and the menacing ringing of teacher's voices harping about the approaching exams, the high school seniors have their prom date announced. On the one hand Chris was really glad that all this school horror was coming to an end and he could move on with his life and career, but on the other hand... It meant leaving all the people and friends here when he had to go to college. Get it right, Calder is happy to be on such a big level with other talented people with whom he could make a name for himself, gain connections and... Move far away from his home.
At school, however, things went with everything in a different trajectory - Chris was still reminded of his coming out, called out for being a “girl”, and often joked about his sexual interest, but such things happened less and less often as the school days were coming to an end. Teenagers simply turned their attention to their studies and futures with college and university preparations, letting this scandal fall into a routine.
Though a small change in his high school life did occur.
More specifically, there was Kurt. And his antics.
More specifically, he was unbearable.
Kurt, who had shoved him roughly with his shoulder, was now standing with his shoulder against his locker, grinning at Chris. His clothes had returned to their former taste with the arrival of spring, allowing this macho man to intimidate weaker competitors and flaunt his firm muscles to the girls once again. He was still causing Calder trouble on school grounds, snatching music sheets out of his hands or hinting at fights in the middle of the hallway, drawing stares from students passing nearby.
Knowing enough about Stark, Chris wasn't surprised anymore. Kurt had probably always been like that. Even now, when Kurt laughed awkwardly with a cheering Tommy at him, his former fire of hatred in his eyes was covered by a loose strand of soft hair, hiding a pleading look, as if Chris could really punch him in the face. Whereas before, every time Chris had come face to face with Kurt not in Chrissy's outfit, Kurt's eyes had always blazed with pure hatred and a longing for Calder to bow down before him, just like when he'd made him and Dan call him “god” and get down on the ground. Now, if you looked harder into Kurt himself, rather than the image he was trying to keep around him, he was clearly enjoying the view of Calder, but couldn't help it in any way, only trying to convey his silent apology with a careful and soft look.
“Do you have nothing else to do, Kurt?” Chris rolls his eyes, standing up off the floor.
“Yeah you know, it was right on my schedule to 'go to the history room and punch Chris Calder on the way.' That's my favourite thing!” The guy bounces off the wall, following on the heels of Chris walking away. “What, you don't want to keep me a company, Calder, at all? I'm sure my guys will be more interesting than the usual nerds who can barely strum their instruments.” Kurt throws his arm around Chris's shoulders, slowing down his escape.
“I've got classes that are more important than your bunch who'll be hustling around behind the school bullshitting again.” He shakes Stark off his shoulders and strides away, leaving the macho man in a playful mood and his henchman flaming with resentment.
Later Chris was walking down the road back home, kicking gravel in his path. The moisture from the rain that hadn't yet had time to evaporate was freezing the guy by the scruff of the neck, making him shove his hands in his pockets, raise his shoulders to his ears and hurry to get to the warm house.
Chris wasn't usually this late back home, but today he had an extra theory class with Mr. Carlson. After a long day of school everything on Calder's mind was jumbled together: theory, notes, textbooks, notebooks, new topics, the upcoming test, food for lunch, Kurt in the hallway...
“Boo!”
Chris is pulled out of his musings by the sharp movement and consternation of strong palms on his shoulders. Kurt, grinning full-mouth at Chris, puts one arm around his shoulders as he continues to stride down the sidewalk with him.
“Kurt, fuck-” Chris exhales deeply, slamming his fist into the guy's chest. “My heart almost jumped out of my chest!”
“Sorry-sorry,” Stark raises his hands in a resigned gesture, “actually, I've been following you for a while now and you noticed me only when I approached. Did something happen?”
“No, it's fine.” The guy shrugs.
Kurt only stares at him longer than usual, catching Calder's questioning gaze and asking him a mute question.
“Got a little tired today so it's no big deal.” Chris purses his lips in a tight smile, walking with Kurt in step.
A couple houses before Calder's house, Chris recalls, “That's not the way home for you, Stark. Why are you coming with me?”
“Oh, yeah?” Kurt looks around him, like he really just remembered he's not going this way. “Pfft, so what, it's only a couple blocks farther to walk – it's nothing!”
Stark smiles at the guy pacing next to him, running his eyes quickly over his face, exhaling and blurring into an even more awkward smile than before.
Both guys glance back at their parents' car in front of the house. Perhaps their parents have just arrived after shopping or conversely are just about to pick them up.
Chris, just thinking about the parents not seeing his own son being escorted out by the other guy, turns to Stark, only to have Kurt grab him by the shoulders and hide them away from the porch, behind a bush hiding the path to the backyard, pinning Calder himself against the still wet fence.
“Hey! Hey! What are you- what are you doing?!” Chris panicked, trying to throw Kurt off of him so they wouldn't inadvertently be seen.
Just as Chris was about to roughly push Kurt away, Stark himself pressed close to him, leaning closer and kissing him on the lips. The kiss was not vulgar, but sensual with a hint of desire and desperation from Kurt. His hands held Chris' collar in place while Stark himself gently kissed the guy as long as he was allowed.
Soon Chris, worried again that they would be caught, pushed Kurt away from him as he returned to the porch of his house. He wasn't angry or hurt. Rather, his ears were burning with shame and his heart was about to jump out of his chest with fear and excitement.
Both teenagers looked at their feet, hiding their smiles. When their eyes met, Stark bit his lip and waved goodbye, turning around to leave. Managing to wave after the boy, Chris also quickly drops his hand as his father walks out of the door into the house with his mom behind him.
“D-dad? Mom?” Chris goes white as a sheet, swallowing and watching as his own father meets eyes with, a moment ago, relaxed Kurt, who stretches and adjusts himself under his parent's gaze.
“Uh-oh, Chris! Lois and I were just on our way to a long-planned restaurant and...” Mrs. Calder pauses at her words, shifting her gaze from her son to the guy standing on their lawn.
Lois, walking directly in front of the boy, gives Stark an attentive head-to-toe look, assessing both his clothes and hair and his manners (unfortunately, which Stark for some reason avoids, scratching his neck awkwardly and avoiding his parent's eagle eye), receiving an uncertain and quiet “Hello, Mr. Calder” from the young man.
Norma, on the other hand, smiles at Kurt and nods her head politely in greeting.
“Nice boy, hm?” She plays with her eyebrows, winking at her son and striding off after her husband, who has already approached the car.
“And yes, son,” Mr. Calder suddenly turns to Chris, ”no trouble or inappropriate events in my house while we're gone! Understood?”
His father gives him a final finger threat and presses his lips together, to which Chris can only obediently nod and agree with his father. Chris's mother also waves him goodbye, giving both boys two thumbs up with a big happy smile on her face and removing herself to the interior of the car.
Once the parent's car pulls away and the guys are alone again, both laugh looking at each other and say goodbye, promising to be sure to call each other sometime.
Music blasts and blasts out of the gym, deafening anyone who walks in or simply opens the door. And it was the kind of day that a lot of high schoolers looked forward to, the kind of day that everyone couldn't wait to get over, the kind of day — the Prom Night, — was strangely important to Chris and Kurt. Because it meant that-
“Can you believe this? We're seniors and this damn school is finally ending!” Once again, Stark's hand comes down on Chris's shoulder, squeezing it with excitement and in a supportive gesture.
“Yeah, yeah,” Calder only waves off this kid's elated spirit. There was still no way he was leaving the school restroom, trying to get his hair in order. In fact, nothing about his clothes had changed-a shirt in place of a T-shirt, not tucked into his pants, his usual vest on top and his usual and favorite trinkets and jewelry around his neck, but it was his fucking hair and Calder couldn't decide what to do with it.
Kurt wanted to offer his help, but decided to let the guy figure out how he wanted to look. Even though Chris had decided not to wear any formal and pompous suits, Kurt hadn't done anything different either, simply replacing his leather jacket with a jacket he'd “borrowed” from his father's closet. The hair was unchanged. Well, something kept pressing in Stark's brain not to change himself so much, especially after the books he'd bought and read, especially after he'd given flowers to Chrissy instead of Chris, his behavior, his jacket, his own hair, his own skin, everything, everything had been pressing and suffocating him until he'd talked to that unknown Phantom at the Halloween party. Kurt probably owed that stranger some measure of gratitude for helping him let himself go, he should find the guy and thank him or at least have a few words with him.
Finally leaving his hair in its usual indeterminate tousled mess, Chris and Kurt moved back into the gym, where they were greeted by the active buzz of students. Guys, their acquaintances and friends, were shouting and cheering, singing along to a popular song and mingling in a large crowd in an incomprehensible and confused dance. If you looked closely, you could see many couples in the thick of it, including Lynne and John, making out with each other instead of dancing. Frankly, if it weren't for those two, Chris might well have worked things out with Marie, but then Kurt would have become a bully-brother-in-law, and their connection....
“Hey, let's go get a drink.” Kurt claps Chris lightly on the chest, pulling him out of his musings, and removes himself to the tables with appetizers and punch.
For a moment, Chris touches himself on the chest where Stark had just touched. A strange feeling blurred in Calder exactly where Kurt had touched and his own heart began to beat faster.
Clenching his palms into fists and shaking his head, Chris joined Kurt at the fur table, receiving a glass filled with the sweet drink from his boyfriend.
Kurt, pouring himself a punch, smiles at Chris and lightly clinks glasses with him, tipping the contents into himself. Involuntarily, Chris tracks his actions with his own eyes, the way Stark's caddy twitches with each sip, the way a thin trickle forms at the corner of his mouth, the way Kurt puffs his cheeks and smacks his lips, savoring the taste. His own mouth dries up more as Kurt meets Chris' eyes and gives him a full smile.
Repeating Kurt's actions, Chris drinks from the glass and hurries to fill it up again, filling Stark's glass as well.
Out of the corner of his ear, the musician hears Stark grinning at him, staying close to him and pressing back against the table. His fingers hammer out the beat of the song and his head bobs slightly to the music as he sips from his glass. Chris copies Kurt again, assuming his pose and filling his mouth with punch to occupy himself with something.
They both look out onto the dance floor watching friends, couples and groups having fun, dancing and twirling. Chris sees the same couple Lynne and John again and rolls his eyes at their loving entreaties, but he himself shakes his head and takes his gaze to Kurt standing next to him, who also abruptly takes his eyes to the dance floor, changing his expression as if he hadn't just been watching the guy.
Music and his own heartbeat pounding in Kurt's ears and temples as his gaze is noticed by Chris. He tries his best to pretend like it was casual, that he's just looking around out of boredom, that's all. So, at one point, he sees his sister between the dancing girls and hugging couples. Marie... was having fun. She was openly smiling, singing along and trying to match the dancing style of the other girl standing next to her. Those improvised their dances, often adding elements from cheerleading.
Kurt straightens up and stands up from his seat, forgetting which of the cups on the table belongs to him as he meets Marie's eyes. She only purses her lips and smiles at him. Kurt, in response, only frowns his eyebrows questioningly and nods. Marie answers him with a nod and an uncertain head movement that Calder himself has no way of deciphering.
“Hey, Chris,” Kurt turns to the guy, eyes following his sister, ”How about we take off early?”
“Leave?” Chris is a little surprised, but not upset. He looks around the dance floor and the people around him. After all, there's really nothing for them to do here, Prom isn't Kurt's style, and Chris didn't mind DJ-ing around rather than being Prom King, huh. “Actually come onto, let's get out of here.”
Swallowing the last drops of punch, Chris leaves his cup on the table and moves first towards the exit of the gym, clucking in disappointment at the last, for this was the moment they put on one of his best and favorite songs. Soon Kurt catches up to his pace, slipping his hands into his jeans and squaring his shoulders.
They walk for a long time and are silent for a while before Kurt starts talking: “So-o-o-o, how was your day?”
Calder raises an eyebrow at his question and throws a brief glance, returning his attention to the road beneath his feet, “Well, normal, good even.”
“Yeah? My day went fine too."
Kurt is silent for a minute, pondering and looking around.
“Wow, and the stars are so bright today...”
Chris frowns at his words, but also raises his eyes to the sky, noticing how unusually bright the small scattering of stars are in the sky. Even though they were already walking down a barely lit road, but the rare streetlights and passing cars spoiled the beauty by outshining the stars.
“Beautiful, isn't it?” Kurt quietly asks Chris that was looking at the sky, as they stood looking up for a while.
“Uh-huh,” hums Calder, only tearing his gaze away and turning to Stark. “Were you looking at me the whole time?”
“Аh? What?” Kurt doesn't understand, dropping a brief smile. “Oh- oh no-no! No-no-no-no! Pfft, me? Staring? Ha-ha, I was just, uh, looking around to see if anyone was around... yeah...” The guy is going through all the emotions and expressions, trying to ward off any speculation from Chris.
Chris also looks around, but sees nothing but houses with empty windows and rarely passing cars. He raises an eyebrow, asking silently. Kurt shrugs and spreads his hands.
“Uh, okay...let's go already.”
“Do you think I'll see you again?”
Chris gives the guy a slightly surprised and questioning look, “What do you mean?”
“Well... I've got stuff to do, you've got stuff to do. You're also going away later...”
“Hm. I don't know,” Chris replies frankly, but sowing hope between them. “Probably yes, I mean I'll still be coming back during the first year when I leave.”
“How about we see each other on holidays?” Kurt offers hopefully.
Chris gets a slight shiver, at the idea of how Kurt could come to their house on vacation, at Christmas, when he's home. The idea of Chris being able to see Kurt at his house creeps into Calder's mind.
“Yeah, we could.” The musician only shrugs, lifting his shoulders to his ears, trying to keep warm.
“Cool.” Quietly replies Kurt to himself under his breath.
“Cool.” Chris echoes.
“We can still call each other after all, can't we?” Chris suddenly suggests, after a lingering silence, and chuckles along with Kurt.
Chris is in a hurry. He's pacing fast and shivering, and putting on just a vest on a cold evening already seems like as dumb an idea as he's ever thought possible. Just after that thought, Stark's jacket descends on him. He immediately feels how the jacket which has managed to retain its owner's warmth, spreads that same warmth over Chris's body. He felt a little better and more comfortable, but it definitely wasn't enough. Plus, on top of that, Kurt would be freezing now. Which he tried desperately to hide with his tight smile and his words that he would endure cold, after all, he wasn't pumping his muscles and straining his body for nothing.
“Oh! How about we go to my place?” Suddenly Kurt suggests, after another lingering silence.
“To your place?” Chris stops in his steps and turns to Kurt. “What for?”
“Well, to hang out, to have fun, to rock the ultimate last day honor?” His mouth stretches into a smile and his eyes faintly glint from the passing car headlights. “There's no one home so no one will have anything against it. And it'll just be you and me at home so it's unlikely we'll make a big mess.”
Chris wished he could say that Kurt could go home himself (if he wanted so) since his house was farther away than Calder's, and Kurt himself was the one freezing in just a white t-shirt.
Chris would like to go home and think about what would happen to them, because he would have to leave.
Chris would like to get away and be alone for a while to figure out what he feels about Kurt.
To figure out who Kurt is to him.
Chris would like to get some rest and relaxation, and he could use some sleep, because it's not the end of high school and he still has things to do.
“Alright, let's go.” Calder says, grinning to himself and turning around with Kurt in the opposite direction.
The Stark’s house greets Calder again, but now when he's in the form of a guy. Stepping inside, both guys inhale raggedly, feeling the distinct warmth that the house held.
“Hello? Anybody home?” Kurt calls out loudly, walking deeper into the house and listening, but only silence greets him. “Great! We're alone and we can relax in an adult way now.”
Kurt sends Chris a wave of his trademark smiles as he leaves for the kitchen, where he goes through the drawers and nightstands.
Kris, on the other hand, stays near the couch he's already sat on that separates the kitchen and living room. He looks around at both areas, noting that nothing much has changed, except for the fresh glossy magazines on the coffee table. His hand touches the back of the couch, and then he hops on the cushions, resting his arms on the back of the couch and relaxing.
“Want a drink?” Kurt calls out to Chris, lifting two cans of beer into the air.
“Nah,” something tickles in Calder's chest and he licks his lips. ”just give me a Coke if you got one.”
“Sure.” Kurt puts one can of beer back away, pulling out a soda for Chris.
“Thanks.”
Chris hears both cans click and fizz, and soon Kurt is sliding his Coke over his shoulder. The guys chug and sip briefly.
Kurt, leaning his elbows on the back of the couch and leaning forward, thinks for a minute, savoring the taste on his lips.
“How about you come upstairs with me?” Chris turns his head, looking behind his shoulder and coming dangerously close to face Stark. “We'll hang out in my room, plus the chance of me getting killed if I'm seen with alcohol will be lower. Hm?” Kurt arches his eyebrows and purses his lips, waiting for a response from the guy.
“There's a TV in my room so... We have something to do.” Kurt also offers. “Got a couple DVDs to watch if you want?
“If you don't mind.”
Chris doesn't seem to be in women's clothing right now, right during a crowded event or around law guards, so why is his heart so worried? Why is he even bothering, since he's sitting sprawled out drinking a Coke? Why is his own body shaking in excitement?
“Yeah, sure.” Chris barely babbles, rising from his heated seat.
To Calder's surprise, Stark wasn't lying when he said he had a DVD to watch. Only he didn't mention that this “couple” were two large stacks of disks on either side of a potbellied TV that reached to his knees.
Chris had just approached the stack and was beginning to reach for the disks on top of it when Kurt cut him off, blocking the disks with his hands.
“You better rest, lay there, Chris, and I'll... I'll, uh, and I'll put on a movie for us, okay?” The guy raises his palms in a resigned gesture, taking a short sip of his alcoholic beverage.
“Ah, okay then.”
Chris feels awkward, leaving Kurt to deal with his disks and turning around to face the guy's strange bed. Frankly, he never thought he'd end up in his room... Well, more accurately, not likely tonight.
Kurt's room wasn't particularly decorated, almost like Chris's own, but all the things were... Simple, as if he wasn't a bully but a regular schoolboy. Sure, there was a bat in the corner of the room, looking old and seemingly childish for its size, but there was nothing else to indicate the guy's character. His desk was littered with all sorts of things, from the usual notebooks and weird girl books to things that clearly should be hidden in a closet.
Chris only hums at all of this, plopping down on the bed as he immediately sinks into its soft mattress (unlike his own bed, Kurt's bed was softer by leaps and bounds). He passes his eyes around the room again, noting a couple different things on the shelves, a couple stacks of magazines and, of course, more smutty magazines on the nightstand next to it.
Calder sprawled half lying in his new spot twitches when Kurt falls almost right next to him, stretching out. Belatedly, Chris notices that the guy had already turned on the movie on the TV and was now settling on his side of the bed too, putting one arm behind his head and sipping his beer.
“So?” Kurt smiles, settling in contentedly.
“Not bad.” Chris has to get up and take off the other man's jacket, hanging it on the chair next to him.
Soon, when a woman appears on the screen going through a stack of erotic photos, both guys freeze.
“Um... that's, that's what Frank gave me! Said that... The movie's worth it, said it's... For the smart, the soulful, and the... fucking perverted.” Kurt swears under his breath and covers his eyes with the palm of his hand, ashamed that he chose this particular movie for general viewing.
“Pfft, come on. It's no biggie, Kurt, you can just turn on the TV, we'll definitely find something better on one of the channels.” Chris grins and hides his embarrassment too, taking a drink from his can of Coke.
“You're right,” Stark hesitates, ”let's turn on something else.”
He reaches across Chris to the nightstand by the bed to reach for the remote, but nearly knocks it over. He rests his nose against Calder's chest and freezes like that for a moment, holding the nightstand by the edge with his hand in fear to keep it from tipping over completely. In this close proximity, Kurt could have sniffed Chris, but all he could smell was the scent of clean clothes. Chris, on the other hand, was differently fortunate - Kurt's head was now resting on his chest and he could smell the faint scent of his shampoo and the noticeable cologne that slithered up his nostrils, while his body emitted radiating warmth. In that minute, Chris also forgets that he's actually not comfortable with his heavy head on his chest, which was causing him to breathe with a strain and gasp.
Eventually, Kurt gingerly rises up on straight arms, adjusting his nightstand and ducking the remote. He should have pulled away completely and gone to his side, maybe apologize for almost crushing the guy, but his eyes cling to the dangerously close lips right in front of his eyes. He notices himself breathing through his open mouth and forces himself to close it and swallow. He saw Chris follow his face and only lick his lips, leaving a thin layer of drool behind.
“S-sorry, I'm already-”
Kurt only wanted to apologize for accidentally falling as Chris himself pulls him closer. Calder sinks a kiss into him, leading it in and nibbling on his lip at the end while Kurt himself clamps down and slowly pulls away.
Stark feels Chris exhale languorously into his face. His own eyes dare not rise higher, only watching the other man's lips quiver before his eyes and the micro emotions running across his face. He himself shivers all over, slumping lower from behind his mattress and crumpling the remote under his hands, either stopping the movie or turning it off altogether.
As soon as they are left in the silence of the room, they hear their own hitched breaths. Short, sharp and eager, as if they don't have enough air when they're around each other.
Chris reaches for Kurt first again. Kisses him on the lips and pulls his lip with his teeth, cautiously and slowly resting his hands on Kurt's waist. Stark shivers, taking a deep breath in the kiss and lowering his body onto Chris. He crumples in his arms as Chris strokes his back with trembling hands and palpably arching his back towards him.
“Kurt...” Barely comes to Stark's ears.
Kurt himself casually lets out a moan and then snuggles back into the kiss to hide the embarrassment. He can feel his own cock pouring blood and painfully nestling into the fly of his jeans. He feels himself trembling with each kiss. As Chris's hands travel down his entire back and dive under his white t-shirt, gently and fearfully touching the sensitive skin.
Stark doesn't notice as he moves lower on his own initiative, leaving kiss after kiss on Chris's neck and collarbones. He kisses him on the lips, between pauses. Kisses his hands, if those catch his eye. Kisses his stomach, and savours every nervous breath Chris takes.
“Kurt, Kurt...” Chris tries to distract the guy so he can exhale more freely, but Stark doesn't get distracted, completely absorbed in the process.
Stark only gets off Calder when his own cock aches from the lack of attention, Chris shivers and apologizes under his hands. He pulls his t-shirt down over his head and unbuttons his button and fly with one hand, pouncing with more caresses on the guy beneath him. Chris sits up in his seat and, with Kurt's help, pulls off his clothes as well, rushing to release his cock outward.
“Chris.” Kurt practically sits on Calder's lap and pulls him into another series of wet kisses. Feeling almost every inch of his body against the musician's heated skin, Kurt moans again, losing his mind. “Chris, Chris- Chrissy, ah... Fu-fuck me-”
Chris, resting his forehead against Kurt's forehead, feels his own legs fail him, even though he's already sitting up. Had his body just reacted to Kurt's words of wanting to get down for Calder? He just imagined, hadn't he...?
“Huh?” A brief kiss on the lips, a kiss on the tip of his nose, a tentative kiss on his cheek.
“I...” Kurt swallows, gathering his thoughts, “I want you.”
He sets himself up for the chaotic kisses. Allowing someone to love him.
“You- sure?” Chris pulls away, holding Kurt gently by the shoulders.
But Stark only looks him in the eye with his misty gaze and gets sticky to him. Clinging to him more, wrapping his arms around Calder and interlocking his strong hands behind his back.
“Please.” Kurt practically begs, brushing up against Chris.
And Chris sends everything to hell, kissing the guy in his arms and switching their positions on the bed. So, he frees himself finally from his pants and underwear, Kurt fumbles for the stashed condoms and Vaseline from his nightstand. A chill runs through Chris. What if this was a mistake? Maybe he'll regret their sex? What if he wouldn’t enjoy it at all and was really just playing around?
Chris pulls down his underwear and is the first to smear the cool slurry on his cock.
“O-oh...” A shiver runs through him, but he doesn't let himself go, getting comfortable on his pillow, spreading his legs and masturbating.
Following Stark's example, Chris jerks himself off, sparing neither lube nor Kurt, who was using Calder's red and embarrassed look as a way to get even more aroused. He hungrily looks over Stark himself, taking note of his pumped chest, the firm muscles in his biceps, and the barely visible abs on his stomach, where a trail of hair runs down. Chris's cock aches harder and, hissing, he just pushes against the inside of Kurt's thigh, not getting the desired friction and merely sliding on the lube.
“Want,” the words come out of Chris's mouth faster than he has time to realize behind him exactly what it is he wants.
Obviously speaking, Chris wants sex. He wants to sleep with Kurt again. Wanting to have sex with this guy, only... this time was different. Kurt was literally begging him to fuck him. Fill him up. To fuck him in a fucking asshole that Chris knew nothing about.
That was until Kurt... went lower, one hand distracted by stimulating himself by the head and the other by prepping himself. He spared no expense with the vaseline, adding so much that at one point there were audible slurps that made Chris even more aroused.
“Don't be afraid,” Kurt only told him then, slowly taking Chris into himself, ”I-I... ah, I can take it- Mmm-mm!”
And Chris isn't afraid, just worried about embarrassing himself. So he moves very slowly at first. He still feels sorry for the guy. When Kurt starts jerking himself off more actively and thrusting, trying to get on, Chris moves. Rhythmically, precisely, without speeding up and enjoying the sight of a totally red Kurt moaning through his teeth, throwing his head back.
“Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you, love yo, love y..”
Both guys literally gape for some moments, after which both of them suddenly cross their eyes and realize they're laughing. They don't immediately slow down, kiss and laugh, sharing about what made them laugh. Kurt's swaying and Chris's jewelry bouncing off their bodies, and Chris's facial expressions and Kurt's rumpled hair.
They would have continued laughing, but Kurt insists with the fact that he's already close.
Chris swallows, “Me- I am too.”
Kurt is really trying, — honestly trying — not to moan so loudly and openly when Chris decides to bring them both to the end. He's literally being fucked into his own bed, lightly passing short thrusts over something nice, edging him constantly. And he doesn't get for long enough as he contracts and cums on Chris and over himself, on his stomach and chest.
Chris, however, has to delay his pleasure for a few more seconds. As he comes out of Kurt and takes off the condom, he starts holding their cocks together and pushing into his hand and the guy's cock. Also like Stark, Calder cums in his fist, but still smears his seed all over their penises.
Kurt himself reaches out, or to be more precise, pulls Chris into his arms. He wraps his arms around Chris, and Chris pulls Stark into another long and lazy kiss, savoring the sensation of the passing orgasm.
They laugh again. Lazy and tired. Nibbling at each other's neck and cheek. Patting where they can.
Kurt feels Chris's back with the pads of his fingers. Mentally measuring with his palm the width of the guy's shoulders in his embrace. Also notices how Chris shivers slightly when he passes certain lines across his back. Weird.
Later, Chris disentangles himself from a multitude of arms and legs and falls to the side of Kurt, looking up at him. They smile at each other, looking at each other and their faces in the poorly lit room.
“You know,” Kurt wheezes with a dry mouth and coughs, ”you really are the best girl ever.” And smiles innocently, showing his teeth and shaking with quiet laughter.
“Oh, come on!” Chris rolls his eyes, smiling and laughing along with him but holds back the way his heart leaps in his chest at his words.
Even if in the past.
Even if Chrissy.
Even if a girl.
I love you.