Chapter 8

By the time the four men reached the street where the hotel was situated, Kurt was beginning to have a headache. He looked sideways at Blaine, who was driving the car they got from the C.A.T. New York subdivision, and saw that the other man looked slightly tired as well. And just like Kurt, Blaine wasn’t physically tired. It was all due to two loud crazy men, who had no intentions of shutting up or at least turning their volume down.

“–the best porn I’ve ever seen,” Kurt heard Roger say and almost choked on air.

“I don’t know, man… I mean, it was kind of hot but so unrealistic. Besides, all that ‘delivery guy’, ‘postman’ stuff is getting old. I’m an artist, I need something real, you know?” Jeff responded in all seriousness.

Blaine smirked. “Artist?”

“Oh yes, I have a very artistic soul,” Jeff nodded. “Anyway, Roger, if you want any high quality porn, I would totally go for gay stuff.”

“I’m kind of straight,” the writer said but from his voice Kurt could tell he was thinking hard about the suggestion. “And I don’t really believe in gay sex.”

“Excuse me?” Kurt couldn’t help but cut in. “How can someone believe or not believe in some kind of sex?”

Roger shrugged as the car came to stop when Blaine parked it in the parking lot near the hotel. “I just can’t imagine it. I mean, like, where do the dicks go? It’s really confusing.”

“Oh, I think Kurt and Blaine could demonstrate that to you. They have the wildest sex, those kinky bastards. As for cocks… Sometimes Kurt would put his cock in–”

“Jeff, please, stop it,” Kurt managed, his face turning tomato red.

“–Blaine’s ass. Other times it would be Blaine, who–”

“Oh my god, you are so dead, Jeff,” Kurt said and got out of the car.

The others followed his lead and Blaine locked the car. When they started walking to the hotel, he looked at Kurt apologetically, knowing that his boyfriend would probably be angry at him for not stopping Jeff. But Blaine couldn’t help it – it was fun listening to the men talking about gay sex, especially since Kurt made it even better with his irritation.

“–too small?” Kurt heard Roger ask Jeff when they caught up with him and Blaine.

“Just be open minded and believe me when I say it’s possible to fit it in,” Jeff explained. “You are probably wondering, how? Well, the explanation is simple – stretching.”

“What?” Roger asked bewildered.

“Before a cock can fit into that hole, it needs to be stretched to be loose enough to accommodate a wide intrusion.”

“Oh, my dad had this stretching tool in his tool box! It’s like pliers but like an opposite of that. I mean, when you squeeze the handles, it would go wide to the sides, not hold stuff, you know?”

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh and Kurt smacked him on his shoulder.

“Not funny,” he whispered angrily.

“I guess, that could work but usually it’s much simpler – all you need is fingers!” Jeff explained, moving his fingers in front of Roger’s face excitedly.

Roger frowned and grabbed Jeff’s hand. He looked at it questioningly. “I still don’t get it.”

“Okay, so you take lube and– Oh, I forgot to tell you that lube is like gays’ best friend. Except, for Blaine and Kurt it’s second best friend because I’m their first. Anyway, so you apply loads of lube on your fingers and then push one into the hole. And then like start moving it.”

The writer nodded, concentrating on the conversation so hard that he didn’t notice a lamp post and walked right into it. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he said shaking his head. “Back to fingers. A dick is much bigger than a finger. At least mine is.”

“That’s why after one finger, you need to put another and then like move them in and out, and then apart. And then the third finger joins,” Jeff explained and Roger put his three fingers together to measure the width. “By that time Kurt is usually begging Blaine to fuck him.”

Kurt was about to turn around and punch Jeff when he felt Blaine’s hand coming to hold his. “Don’t scare Roger off. I already bragged about capturing one newbie.”

“Once again, they are not a prey!” Kurt sighed and released his boyfriend’s hand just to put it around his waist. “Promise me I can have my revenge as soon as Roger leaves.”

“I promise. I will even help you plot something against him.”

“Okay.”

“Now let me listen for a moment. I’m having a lot of fun here,” Blaine said and they both fell silent in order to eavesdrop on Roger and Jeff’s loud conversation.

It was Jeff, who was talking at that moment. “–to a doctor and he sticks a finger in your ass? And he touches your prostate, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Does it feel good to you?”

Roger was silent for a few moments. “I guess it’s not bad. This one time I could feel myself getting hard so I ran out of the room. It was quite awkward because I had to go back for my clothes.”

“I feel ya, man,” Jeff nodded with sympathy. “The goal of a gay guy’s life is to make the other guy come with only touching his prostate.”

“Come where?” Roger looked at Jeff confused.

“Oh, I mean, shoot his sperm out of his cock with only fingers or cock in his ass and no stimulation on his cock. It’s like pretty difficult to do so they need to master the art of topping.”

Roger’s face lit up. “I remember what topping is! A top is a guy, who has his dick up someone’s ass. The other one is a bottom.”

“Wow, you are a great student!” Jeff beamed. “Or I’m a good teacher…”

“Maybe both!”

“Holy shit, we were destined to meet,” the ‘black’ said and they entered the lobby, still following the others blindly.

“I have one question though,” Roger said in the elevator and turned to Kurt and Blaine. “Do you top or bottom?”

Kurt had to bite his tongue to stop himself from yelling at the man, who was staring at them innocently.

“Kurt and I prefer to keep our personal life to ourselves,” Blaine explained, a polite smile playing on his face.

Jeff snorted. “Usually it’s Kurt, who tops but their favourite position is when Blaine is on the top. It’s called riding. You should have seen it in some low-quality straight porn.”

Roger nodded and the door opened on their floor. “But doesn’t your dick bounce up and down while you do it?” he asked directing his question to Blaine when they were walking down the corridor towards the room. “I mean, it’s not very comfy, right?”

“That’s not a problem at all,” Kurt cut in, an evil spark playing in his eyes. “Blaine prefers when I fuck him. He holds still above me while I pound into him. Other times I stroke his huge cock, paying extra attention to the head, while he fucks himself on my cock like his life depends on it. God, he is so… good at it. Taking my cock like a little slut.”

“Wow,” Roger breathed mesmerized. “Could I, please, see that?”

“No,” Kurt said and unlocked the door to their room.

“He did say ‘please’,” Jeff tried, hope thick in his voice.

They all entered the room and Blaine, who was the last to go in, closed it. “Sorry, guys, but you will have to go back to your porn.”

Jeff looked disappointed for a moment but suddenly a smile graced his face. “We are sooo having a sleepover when I come back to the base! We will watch the best porn, eat snacks and have lady chats. It’s going to be so much fun!”

“Speaking of which,” Blaine began, “we need to go through some stuff with Roger before we can send you to England.”

“Oh yeah, some papers to sign,” Roger nodded and sat down on the bed. “Bring it on.”

Blaine unlocked his suitcase and took a thick file. He scanned the first page to be sure he took the correct one and handed it to Roger who opened it right away, curiosity winning over.

“You should read it carefully, it has all explanations. If anything is unclear, let us know and we will explain it to you,” Blaine said and went to lock his suitcase again. Better safe than sorry.

Roger nodded thoughtfully and reached for a pen that was on the nightstand. Before anyone could say anything, he started signing wherever a signature was required.

“All done,” the writer said flipping through pages to see if he hadn’t missed any signature spot.

“Are you sure you don’t want to know what is waiting for you before you sign?” Blaine asked. “I could destroy this one and let you read before signing.”

Roger shook his head. “I want to do this. No matter what these papers say, I won’t back away. I’ve been dreaming of getting away from my life for so long that I can’t miss this chance. And I know that overthinking will probably destroy my courage. So yeah, you will have to put up with me whether you want it or not.”

Blaine wanted to protest but before he could say anything Kurt spoke. “You still need to read all of this. It’s not only for your sake, but for ours as well. So how about you go ahead and read it but if you suddenly change your mind about joining, we won’t let you? In that way you will know what to expect and what is expected from you but at the same time you won’t have a chance to run away from this life-changing opportunity even if you freak out. How does that sound?”

“I’m beginning to see who is the smart one in your gang,” Roger nodded thoughtfully and opened the file again. “It will take a while to read it all though.”

“Take your time,” Blaine smiled. “Now if you don’t mind, I really need a shower. Kurt, could you check when Roger could fly to England?”

“Sure,” his boyfriend said. “Have a nice shower,” he said with a wink.

“I’ll be thinking of you,” Blaine whispered into Kurt’s ear.

Jeff snapped out of his daydream. “Kurt, you should join Blaine for a shower. You know, saving water and all.”

“In your dreams,” Blaine laughed and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself, not risking the repeat of the ‘shower incident’ as they now called it.

Meanwhile, Kurt was lying on the bed, his phone in front of him, while Roger and Jeff were reading the file together.

Kurt: Hey, dad, I need a favour. Could you find out when we could send our first newbie to the base?  We need that as soon as possible so I’m asking you because I’m not sure if the New York subdivision would be very helpful.

It took a few minutes until he got a response and he was getting impatient even if he knew that his dad was very busy on the daily basis.

Burt: I called them and they said they would start getting the plane ready. I told them you would be there in 3 hours. That should be enough, right? If not, let me know.

Kurt: It‘s perfect, actually. Thanks a lot!

Burt: Why such a hurry? Can‘t wait to start on the next target?

Kurt: Yeah, of course. And also Jeff and this guy are becoming sort of best friends so I’m sure you know what that means.

Burt: I take it they are having fun on your account?

Kurt: They discussed gay sex mechanics. It’s like your pamphlets again, just hundreds times worse. Especially when Jeff used me and Blaine as examples.

Burt: I wish I had been there. It sounds like a fun conversation.

Kurt: Dad, please, be the kind of parent who is disgusted by the thought of his kids having sex. Where is the man, who said I should wait until my thirtieth birthday?

Burt: He saw his sons growing up to be responsible men. I trust you, kids.

Kurt smiled at the last message and was about to respond when he heard the bathroom door unlock and Blaine stepped into the room. His hair and skin were still damp and he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Kurt’s mouth started to water.

“Sorry, forgot my clothes,” Blaine said sheepishly.

He started to walk towards the closet when Roger raised his head. “Hey, what’s that on your stomach?” he asked looking at Blaine’s abdomen.

“That? Um, scars…” Blaine said self-consciously. He didn’t like it when people saw his damaged skin.

Sensing his boyfriend’s discomfort Kurt stood up, came behind him and wrapped his arms around Blaine’s body, both hands lying flat on his stomach, gently caressing the skin.

“They are beautiful,” he whispered into Blaine’s ear even though everyone in the silent room could hear him anyway. “You are all beautiful and I wouldn’t change a thing about your body or your personality.”

Blaine relaxed into Kurt’s embrace and turned his head to see his lover’s face. “I love you,” he said smiling and kissed Kurt’s lips gently.

Even knowing that he was intruding an intimate scene, Roger couldn’t help but cut in. “And they do look pretty badass.”

“He is all mine,” Kurt hissed at him and they all laughed. “Okay, we need to get ready. Roger’s flight leaves in two and a half hours. It will take several hours so you can finish reading on the plane.”

“So soon?” Jeff pouted.

“I’m sorry to take your friend away from you but we do have a job to do,” Kurt said. “Now go on, get ready.”

“You know, I need to put some clothes on,” Blaine said, “so you should probably let me go.”

“Never,” Kurt smirked and kissed his boyfriend’s cheek.

<~*~>

It was weird for Wes to be back to the hotel business after a yearlong break. Everything changed so much. Not in the business, but he himself changed. He no longer saw the need to try all positions in the hotel, starting with the lowest. With newly found confidence he talked to his father and the man was pleased to give his son a, what he saw as more honourable, position of the vice president of the whole hotel chain. His father argued that he needed a trust-worthy man in the position and a career for his son that he could brag about in front of his businessmen friends.

The new job required a lot of time and energy and very often Wes found himself in his office way after the working hours. The last day of June was no different. It was almost nine in the evening and he was still looking through some papers, eyes aching and begging for rest.

A loud knock on the door startled the ex-‘white’. “Come in,” he said and lowered his eyes to the document, frowning as he found some mistake.

The person, who the vice-president guessed to be his co-worker, stepped in and closed the door. Wes didn’t raise his head until that person sat down in the chair right in front of him.

“Good evening,” the man spoke.

Wes looked up and saw the man he thought he would never see again. “Tom?! I… I thought you were dead,” he choked.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m not.”