For Keeps

31. When are we?

*For my lovely under-14-year-old readers: some grown up thoughts and conversations about sex ahead.*

{Jon}

Jon's toes were achingly cold in his boots by the time they pulled up to the hotel. The hundreds of windows in the turreted hotel building made his eyes widen as he tipped back to take in the building's size and luxury. There was a valet to park their car for goodness sake.

When Kurt swiped the key card and opened the door to their room, casually tugging off his boots and slinging his long body onto the bed with a groan of relief, Jon could only stand and stare. He'd never seen such a massive, luxurious bed in his life. The thing was a yacht piled high with embroidered pillows and a fluffy down duvet, all coordinated with the heavy window coverings and the arm chairs pulled up to what would have been a stunning view of the Rockiy Mountains if low hanging clouds weren't covering the peaks right now.

"What--what is this?" Jon stammered.

Kurt was wigging his sock feet with relief, digging in their backpack for his book. "I believe it's called the honeymoon suite," he drawled. His blue eyes narrowed mischievously at Jon. "You should look in the bathroom."

Barely breathing, Jon leaned into the bathroom doorway; a massive Jacuzzi tub with sparkling jets dominated the tiled room. It was full of steaming water, like someone had just drawn the bath and left.

"Are there candles?" Kurt called. "I asked them to put out candles."

Pillar candles of varying heights lined the sink, and Jon blinked, then brushed a tear off his cheek. Honestly, were the tears ever going to stop?

He unzipped his parka and pulled off his boots and then just kept undressing layer by layer until all his clothing was in a pile on the floor. "My toes have been froze for hours. Are you coming?" Stark naked, he flashed Kurt a brilliant smile, and his partner glanced up from his book.

Kurt's grin spread over his face. "You make a very persuasive argument. I suppose I will have to save the world from haunted demon bones later this afternoon." He tossed the book aside, giving it a warning poke with his finger. "But I'll be back. I'm not sleeping before that shit's laid to rest."

By the time their mud facial appointment rolled around, their fingers and toes were prunes and they were both feeling the exhaustion of their early morning so they crawled into the giant bed instead. Mud facials would have to wait for another day.

Kurt curved his long body around Jon's, radiating heat from their time in the Jacuzzi. He ran his hand over Jon's neck and up into his hair. "How are you feeling, love?" he asked quietly. "You were a little spooky this morning."

"Mm," Jon stretched and smiled, eyes closed. That felt like a long time ago. "Not spooky. 'M sorry for scaring you."

Trailing his fingers to stroke Jon's tattoo, Kurt asked, "Safe in your skin?"

Jon paused, running his fingertips over the faint raised lines of scars on the back of his arm. "Yeah," he said slowly. Actually, he couldn't remember a time he'd felt so wholly--normal. Like he didn't need anything to be fine.

"On a scale of one to ten?" Kurt's question hummed between Jon's shoulders.

"Feels like a--" Jon was afraid to say zero and tempt fate somehow. "--like a one? I just feel, um..." His lips curled and he snuggled back closer to Kurt's chest. "Like the morning after you went down on me the first time. So good and relaxed."

Kurt tucked an arm around Jon's chest and he breathed out, long and slow. "Good," he murmured.

As Kurt dropped into sleep, Jon wove his hand into his partner's, feeling the familiar shape of the other man's body behind him, Kurt's soft belly and long strong legs. His mind wandered to imagine Kurt not only wrapped around him but also filling him, touching him inside, and even spent as he was, the thought woke a quiet ache of desire. He'd done enough homework, carefully and privately, to be long over his fear of taking that step with Kurt but even in this gorgeous honeymoon suite his partner said nothing about it.