For Us

37. Indefinitely, love.

{Jon}

On Tuesday, Jon found himself looking forward to 'coffee break' with Kurt as he drove home on the quiet, early morning streets. When he jogged up the steps of their porch, he heard the rhythmic sound of guitar and the sound of Kurt singing, plain through their door. Jon paused with his head down to just listen, a smile pulling up his lips. That sounded like a happy Kurt Visser at home.

The rich smell of beef and onions hit him full in the face when he stepped inside, and his stomach growled. What on earth was Kurt making for breakfast? Jon peeked into the living room. "Honey, I'm home," he said, imitating the lilting voice Kurt used.

Kurt was scribbling in his notebook, a pick in his mouth, his hair spiked up in wild peaks. "Hey darlin'. Gimme a minute; I'll be right with you."

Jon pulled off his hoodie and nosed into the kitchen, looking for the source of the mouth-watering smell. Steam was rising from a saucepan of stew on the stove; Kurt caught him just as Jon was about to pick the pot up with his bare hands and drink it.

"How do you feel about supper for breakfast?" Kurt asked, bringing a couple bowls down from the cupboard. "Brupper? Brinner? Hm I don't know what this meal is called. Cary and me made 'Beef Bourgeoisie' and I didn't want you to miss out." Kurt made a haughty face for the French word, that made Jon laugh imagining it on Cary's face.

Jon grinned. "I love 'brupper.' If you just invented that word, you're a genius, Kurt. I'm starving."

They spent more time blowing on their stew to cool it than kissing, but when he hugged Kurt goodbye, Jon felt completely satisfied.

*

As Jon applied himself first to school, and then to his work shift, he found himself counting the hours until he could come home to Kurt. Early Wednesday morning, as he was logging off his work email, a text dropped into his personal phone.

Kurt: <too sleepy to get up *zzz face emoji* find me in bed k?>

Jon texted: <there in 45> and tucked his phone away again. On the drive home, a little tension coiled in his stomach. His head was full of homework and staff scheduling headaches and he hoped Kurt wasn't looking for him to 'turn on' this morning.

Kurt's room was dim, and Kurt himself was a lump under the covers when Jon crept inside. At the sound of Jon unzipping and stepping out of his pants, he rolled over, poking his face out of the covers. "Izzit Jon?"

Jon smiled at him. "Hey love. I hope you don't have any ulterior motives here. I'm not feeling sexy."

Kurt's mouth curled in a sleepy smile back. "Nope, nope, nope." He lifted the blanket for Jon to see him fully dressed in his fat grey cat nightshirt. "New rules--my bed is for sleepin' and cuddlin' with Jon White, only. I just didn't want to leave the warm and comfy to hear your stories today."

Jon climbed under the blankets, sliding his chilly body gratefully into Kurt's. Kurt tucked around him, making a big 'spoon' to his little one. "No stories," Jon said wearily. "Boring." He sighed as Kurt wrapped his arms around his chest. "You feel nice."

Kurt also felt a little aroused, a morning 'chubby' saying hello against Jon's hip. Jon's own body stirred, warming to say hello back, which surprised him a little. He stayed quiet, stroking Kurt's arms, trying to hold this feeling in his body with no expectation. He didn't know yet if he could count on this, when it would come and go. "What about you? Stories from your day?"

Kurt stirred. "Mm-hm." He sounded like he'd nearly fallen back asleep. "Normal things. Okay AA meeting last night. Cooking somethin' with Cary tonight. Just doin' my thing, waiting for you to flip over to days." He put his lips to Jon's shoulder, kissing him through his shirt. "Miss you in bed with me, Jon," he said, husky and soft. "I don't sleep as good without you."