For Keeps

BONUS Chapter | Very first time.

*This chapter would come directly after Chapter 42 'Drag Queens LIVE at the Wonderlounge' and heads up, you'll need a fire extinguisher and a box of Kleenexes lol.*

{Kurt}

"I can't feel my legs," Jon said, trying to tug the fur coat over the bare skin of his thighs as their breath made smoke in the parked car. "Or my feet." He tapped the wedged toes of his tall white boots together.

"Probably for the best," Kurt said philosophically, starting the car with a roar and snapping the vents to 'max heat'. His own toes were numb in his heels; when he wiggled them he couldn't be sure they were actually moving.

Jon lifted his chin to fiddle with the feathers at his throat. He unhooked the choker with a sigh of relief and slung it over the rear-view with the rest of Kurt's beaded necklaces and spangled mirror-ball. "You okay?" he asked, glancing at Kurt as he unpicked the pins from his wig and peeled it off with the stocking wig cap.

"Oh fuck yes," Kurt scoffed, popping the collar of his suit jacket up around his neck and hugging his arms against himself for warmth. "I'm with you. I'm just so fucking glad you didn't start a brawl in the Wonderlounge. No way we could have kept that off YouTube."

Jon scratched his fingers through his hair, his eyes lowered. "I'm glad you're glad." Under the glittering mask of his make-up, his face was hard. "I still think stomping on Nicky's face would have been the perfect end to my night. Too bad bloodstains are a such a pain to launder." He flicked his fingers over his pearl-studded mini-skirt.

Kurt laughed a little hysterically, clutching his phone in his pocket. He was buzzing from adrenaline and too many Coke and limes. "Let's go home, darlin'. I just want to peel you out of those clothes and--" He caught the rest back, his ears burning. "Well. Whatever. Whatever you want." Shoulder checking and pulling out into the intermittent night traffic, he felt himself begin to relax.

"Hm." Jon's mouth dimpled in a smile as he slouched in his seat and slung one boot up on the dash, exposing yards of pale, muscular thigh. "You know exactly what I want, Kurt Visser. I'm just over here waiting for you."

Kurt missed the next stop sign, blowing through the empty four-way intersection, and Jon grinned, swinging his bare knee. "Eyes on the road, Visser, or I'll die a virgin."

*

If he was being honest, Kurt couldn't have said what he wanted. His fingers shook, unhooking Jon's clothing, and goosebumps chased over the bare skin of his chest and stomach, even though their bathroom was full of steam from the bath Jon had drawn. He kissed Jon with his eyes open, glad his partner had washed his face clean so he could pick out the familiar constellation of freckles over the bridge of Jon's nose. Jon was hanging onto his shoulders, wrapping a leg around Kurt's hip like he would climb him to get closer. Kurt would have let him; he would have folded Jon right into his body, head to toe. He felt like he was falling, and Jon was the sturdiest thing in the room.

He pushed his hands down the smooth curve of Jon's back to cup his ass, kneading the firm muscles there and Jon made a helpless noise. Burying his face in Jon's throat, Kurt nibbled and sucked on the tender spot where Jon loved to be kissed, feeling Jon's breath catch as his whole body drew taut and trembling as a bowstring in his arms. Jon's hands stroked through his hair, pulling gently and then releasing--the way he knew Kurt loved, and Kurt hummed, relaxing.

This was his husband. This was Jon. Kurt knew almost every inch of his body now--he knew where Jon was ticklish, and where he didn't like to be touched; he knew how to kiss him and how soft to unfurl Jon like a secret just for him. This. Kurt wanted just this moment, unmixed with any other time with any other person, like it was his first time too.