KurtxXero Chapter 2- Paralyzer

Xero’s place turned out to be an apartment in Manhattan, in one of the parts for the rich and glamorous, which truly made Kurt wonder how much money this kid had, or at least, his parents.

Inside, it had been meant to be a high end loft, even giving a gorgeous view of the city; which buildings and towers shined bright in the night’s sky, looking like a postcard. But instead of deco furniture that could of cost more than an average American’s salary, it was a clutter of abstract furniture that looked like a collection of things found in flea markets and foreign locations, but even then, it looked fairly good and close to what he assumed his host’s tastes were.

But to Kurt’s own surprise, Xero didn’t head straight to the bed, instead turning to the kitchen, “I believe in a little romance in a one night stand. Like a drink or six.” As he said this, he went into his cabinet to the right of a fridge that looked like it was made sometime in the 40’s, the cabinet could have been mistaken for a miniature wine cellar. Xero didn’t bother asking for the older man’s preferences, which was fine, seeing as Kurt’s pallet mainly consisted of decent to cheap beer.

Xero had easily poured their drinks, sliding one to Kurt from across the countertop of the kitchen’s island. Kurt was a bit wary though, it wasn’t exactly that safe to have a stranger hand over your drink, with a quick look around, he found the only kind of pills in sight were those in a container labeled ‘Antidepressants’. He took that as a sign that the kid wasn’t smart enough to have slipped something, so he downed his drink, finding it to be fairly sweet. Not feeling an affect after a moment, he took another drink.

Xero smirked at him, “Haven’t seen you around before.” He noted as he held his own glass in long, boney fingers.

Kurt shrugged lightly, setting the glass down on the wooden surface, “Not from here, I’m traveling, decided to stop here for the night.”

He nodded softly, the redhead swirling his own drink, “Ah, yeah, traveling sounds cool. Where you headed?”

He shrugged lightly with only one shoulder, noticing the odd hue of the patch of hair on his chin, matching the color of the Mohawk, not thinking men would bother dyeing their facial hair, but easily dismissed it for the time being and answered the question that was presented, “Nowhere in particular, thinking about Maine though.”

He snorted softly, “Don’t bother; it’s nothing but Stepford Wives up there. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

He shook his head, “Not into females.” He said, diverting the conversation onto more comfortable subjects, “You know you don’t have to get me drunk.”

Xero smiled, Kurt figuring it was some kind of signature thing to him, very predatory looking, like an animal catching its prey cornered, “I prefer it.” But not giving much of an elaboration, “But seeing as I not willing to wait much longer, I’d say we just set the drinks to the side for now and head to bed.”

Kurt certainly wasn’t going to argue with his forwardness, handing the drink back over to the red head, who set the glasses into the sink for later washing. Xero gestured for the other man to get up from the barstool he took his place in, leading him through an already opened door, flicking on the bedroom light while he was at it.

The light turned out to be a dim 60 watt, which barely illuminated a dark room filled with posters of bands that varied from Guns ‘N Roses to Cole Porter to Marilyn Manson. The bed was large and equipped with a wrought iron bed frame with a navy blue tie tied to one of the bars. The bedding was some kind of obscure, but well loved quilt with dark patches scattered around it.

But the rest of the bedrooms details were ignored as the shorter man shucked off his shirt, tossing it into an overflowing hamper. He had a very lean body, two nipples piercing and a small patch of chest hair in between them. Kurt could barely make out the impressions of the man’s ribs, along with a few bumps of broken ribs that weren’t fused properly together. Across the left side, just under his breast, was a black tattoo labeled ‘[REJECT]’. As his yellow eyes scan the lower parts of his body, he found the red head’s stomach was well toned from the select few that worked out nearly every day. Along with a small trail of dark red hair that was mostly hidden by a dark pair of stonewashed jeans.

Xero smirked, putting both his palms against Kurt’s still shirt clad chest. He smiled, feeling the heat the radiated off his skin and the soft rhythm of a heartbeat. But the soft touched didn’t last for long; Kurt quickly found himself shoved back, forcing him to sit right at the edge of the foot of the bed. Xero smiled, stepping up and parting Kurt’s legs to give him closer access to the man before him.

Kurt’s hands found the younger’s hips, though; sliding together as they fumbled with his belt buckle, inscribed into the steel was the affection term, “FAG”.  Ignoring the, focusing on the task at hand, him managed to unbuckle it before being stop by a hand that cupped his chin, Xero leaned down, grabbing onto the older’s bottom lip with his teeth. Kissing at first, before sucking, hard enough where a bruise would probably develop by morning. Xero own hands smoothed down the man’s torso, finding the hem of his shirt and hiking it up, Kurt took the hint and took it off.

Xero grinned, undoing his zipper before pushing the giant in front of him onto his back, crawling onto and straddling his hips, finding his mouth again with his own.

Of course practically swallowing each other was all well and good, but soon Xero’s jeans were nearly pulled completely off, the only thing stopping it was the fact that they couldn’t seem to separate each other.

Kurt grunted to his own thought process, he didn’t exactly like the compromising position of being a bottom, so in one rather impressive motion, he flipped them over so he hovered over the smaller body.

Xero huffed in the sudden exertion, giving a slightly shocked look, “F-fuck.”

Kurt stopping midway of trailing his mouth down Xero’s chest, blinking up to him, “Never been with a guy?” He guessed, with his luck, it usually meant his guess was true.

Xero shook his head, “Course I have, I’ve fucked plenty of guys, I’ve just never been fucked.”

Kurt blinked in recognition, “Ohh.” He smirked, of course it not going to deter him much from his ultimate goal, but not going to push too much on the poor kid too quick. So he took it easy.

He easily found his way back to where he left off, trailing his mouth down the expanse of the younger man’s torso. Xero’s breath hitched, quickly trying to find a steady, albeit quick pacing in his breath. Kurt found a place on the floor, kneeling against the bed, removing the crumpled pants that hung off of the bottom of the younger’s legs. Xero’s very prominent hips raised, begging to be touched.

Kurt decided not to tease the kid, not sure of what he could get away with, instead, putting his hand around with Xero wanted most. He did a quick breath intake and the simple touch, following by a long groan when he felt himself being massaged below the belt, and even better, the increasing slickness he began to be wrapped in.

It didn’t take too long, the red head not having the years under his belt Kurt did, so his fuse was shorter. Xero’s torso was arched up, not breathing for one long moment, before sagging to the bed, panting. He looked down to the man between his legs, who only smirked to him triumphantly.

He pointed to the dresser behind them, “Get the bottle from on top of that.”

Kurt blinked, reaching into his boot, “I brought my own.”

“I didn’t ask, now get that.”

Kurt shook his head at the comment, doing what Xero said and finding the bottle on the dresser, opening up the cap, he found a strange scent emit from it. With some investigation, he gave it an incredulous look and then a smile, “Citrus?”

Xero pouted lightly, propping both of his feet up on the bed for better access to his undercarriage, “Shut up, it smells nice.” He defended, seeming not wanting to discuss it father and just get to action.

Kurt certainly didn’t have a problem with that, undoing the rest of his clothes while he was at it and find his spot. The red head gave a long huff of breath, trying to calm him nerves, not even realising that all the appropriate steps had been taken and his so called ‘virginity’ was gone. He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden stretch out. He hissed as Kurt fully sheathed himself, clearly not wanting to show his discomfort, but that fairly impossible at the moment.

Kurt regarded him with some pity, the kid never did this before and it didn’t help that he was rather short. But Xero blessedly held his tongue aside for an occasional grunt or ‘oh fuck’. It wasn’t until a couple minutes before Kurt felt the younger relax around him, husking out, “Don’t stop.”

The older man complied effortlessly, husking out a breath and picking up his pace, Xero’s head lolling back and his jaw slackening as he felt himself rise up to the quickly coming pleasure.  He let Kurt focus on his own pleasure, moving his hand down to his own problem.

It didn’t take long for them to reach their peaks, rising higher and higher, Kurt reaching his crescendo, Xero reaching his second.

Kurt practically collapsed on top of the smaller man, who only grunted, trying to catch his breath.

Kurt rolled over onto the other side of the bed, riding out his own pleasure, looking to the man at his side, who looked up at the ceiling, “Not so bad, huh?”

Xero looked to him from the corner of his eyes, “I’m not going to be walking right for awhile.”

The older man snorted softly, closing his eyes, figuring he might be able to push his luck and bunk here for the night. Five minutes had passed and he took it as a good sign. Slowly drifting off, knowing the sun would most likely be up in just a few hours, but not bother it with now, savoring the lasts of what his session had provided.