It had been quite the first day of touring on their trip, first doing the sighting of the volcanoes, which seemed pretty restless in Kurt’s opinion, but he didn’t mind it that much because while doing research for the trip, he learned a lot about them, and how the entire island sat on a tectonic plaque, which meant a lot of mild shaking and beautiful images of lava being spurted off the cones of the volcanoes. That first part of the tour he did it on his own, although he did share pictures and impressions with some of his classmates and friends. He had a lt captured on his camera and all in all, it was an amazing day.
But he was most looking forward for the night, and their tour at the spot where they could see the Northern Lights. And it was made even better because he would get to spend those couple of hours with Archer. Kurt had made a point not to stand much in the man’s space since the last time they talked, the time when the other made his mind clearer than a wall of bricks, so now it was time to hang out again, and somehow, try to go back to the point when things were good between them, even if it would be different now.
Once he spotted the perfect place he hurried up to snog it firsthand. It had a comfortable seat where they could both fit, and he knew they would get a perfect glimpse of the night sky there. The night was perfect and clear, and it was near the time when all would begin. “Come on!” he waved ar Archer, then pulled out a thermus from his backpack, where he also had a second bag, which held his camera in. “I brought us some hot chocolate. That kitchenette can actually be useful” he said, pouring some into two cups and handed one to Archer. It would help keep them warm for the time being.
Kurt turned around a corner, after leaving Elliott and Lizzie at the mall, where the little 4 year old apparently seemed thrilled to get pampered at the spa, which luckily still existed. She was definitely her father’s daughter. Of course, he told Elliott where he was going, since there was nothing they kept from each other, and Elliott knew beforehad that Kurt would have wanted to see Archer now that they were back in LIma, even if for a little while.
He knew the amount of time they spent chatting on the phone after they graduated and left Lima, how many times Kurt would nag the other to avoid what was to come, until their talks became less and less, with Archer spacing out when his 30th birthday came closer. And they didn’t talk again. Kurt knew what he was dreading, happened, and Elliott saw his husband breaking down over that.
Dressed in dark pink pants and a light burgundy shirt, he took a deep breath while making his way through the streets he had came to know so well, the town obvioulsy buzzing with the reunion that now had everyone busy with activities, special sales and other things. But he wasn’t distracted at all by that, and it wasn’t long until he reached the main square, the fountain still standing in the middle of it, and he looked around for an available bench, sitting down once he found it and crossing his legs together.
His calm exterior had a huge contrast against the ranging battle the butterflies were fighting in his stomach. What would happen, he didn’t know. But he couldn’t leave town without seeing the man he once fell in love with so hard, even if it was only one time.
Archer had known he’d be lucky to get through yesterday without a punishment. It had felt good to let his anger run free for a bit, though, and he’d thought defending Mercedes had been a good cause. Getting hosed down under Sue’s orders had been tolerable, but Ainsley’s idea of a punishment was literal hell. Not to mention the fact that she’d been the one Dominant he’d willingly used a title with from the get-go, but that was another story.
He wasn’t fully certain how long he’d been standing there in the stocks, but he’d seen his shadow shift from long to short. It probably had to be late morning, if not a little after noon. His stomach rumbled, and he heard some laughter from somewhere off behind him. God, the skirt was the worst part of this whole thing. If he could have just been out there in his birthday suit, this wouldn’t be an issue at all.
“Don’t you have a fucking homo movie to watch or something?” he yelled out. “That’s got to be more fucking entertaining than this, asshole!”
Kurt looked at the cuffs, a small bottle of lube, a black silk scarf, amongst other items that he had just placed on a small table, which happen to the right next to a brand new bondage chair he had recently adquired from the sex shop in town. It was a brand new addition to his own humble playroom, humble when compared to others, but it had everything he might needed, especially for that one night. The night of his scene with Archer.
He would’ve been lying if he said that wasn’t exactly how he wanted things with the other man were. Everything ran smoothly between them, from their talks, their fights, and the sex. It was almost... natural. But ever since they latest fallout, when Archer had literally shut the door on any way or manner in which they could become something more, this was what they had. Something planned. Something for points. More than anything, Kurt tried to focus on what he had told Archer himself: “I’ll have you any way I can.”
He was well enough dwelled in thoughts, to not hear the first two knocks on the door, but the third he did hear, so he made a quick beeline to the door, his dark blue siilk robe floating behind him as he hung open from his shoulders, and underneath it only a pair white sweats. “Hello there, handsome” he told the other man when he opened the door and smiled at him.
The late morning light was already sneaking in between the blinders when Kurt opened his eyes. He found himself nestled against Archer’s chest, definitely his favorite spot to wake up at, and he, like himself looked exhausted in his sleep, which wasn’t a wonder, considering the night they just had, not only at the party, but when they were back in Kurt’s room. At some point in the early morning hours he had lost count of how many times he had to hold his orgasm back at Archer’s command, which worked only into riling him up even more. A push and pull game, as delightful as it was evil. Carefully, he pulled himself from Archer and out of the bed, his walk a bit wobbly as he made his way into the bathroom, where he took care of Mother Nature’s business before he splashed some fresh water on his face. A quick look in the mirror made him notice the hickeys on his neck, and he traced the outline on them with his fingertips, with a small grin in his face. He then walked up to the shower and let the water run, waiting until it was warm enough to take a quick bath.
Tagging: @miss-sue-sylvester, @thatbeauadams, @switchryder
Date: January 1st, 2020
Location: Piranha Pond
Summary: Archer makes his decision for Sue’s game.
Archer bundled up before striding out to the area Sue had indicated. He crossed his arms over his chest when he got there, not surprised to see that Beau and Ryder were standing there on the ice, awaiting their fate.
He looked between them a few times, feeling anger rising up in him. Anger at Sue for thinking this was somehow fun to begin with. Anger at the situation for having to choose between two men who meant so much to him. Anger at the way he felt like he was being outed all over again.
Ryder and Beau would both be able to handle the icy bath just as well. It wouldn’t be fun, but they could manage.
If he chose to save Ryder, he knew Beau would be hurt that he wasn’t Archer’s first choice, and he’d use it as more proof that Archer cared more about Ryder than about him.
If he chose to save Beau, Ryder would likely feel the same hurt, but he’d probably not let it get to him like Beau would.
If he chose to save Ryder, that would be more proof to the rest of the school that Archer was gay for him. And on the other hand, if he chose to save Beau, the dunk in the pond could be considered a form of atonement for Ryder for the bullshit he’d put him through over the weekend.
With that thought in mind, Archer reached out to take Beau’s hand. “Come here,” he said, purposely not looking over at Ryder’s face. “Let’s get you off of that ice.”
WHEN: October 31- November 1st, wee hours of the night and morning
WHERE: Outside the Ballroom, then Kurt’s suite
WHAT: An overdue encounter
With the roar of the post reveal moment still rumbling across the ballroom, Kurt grabbed himself a cup of punch and walked out and down the steps that led to where the maze was, glad to be able to breathe some fresh air after taking his mask off. Considering how he had to put up with the restrain of the corset, and also the way he had tucked himself in so that he could make his best in acting his part, he was looking forward to get to his room and take all that off and sink inside his bath tub filled with warm water and relax. It bummed him a lot to realize that in the end he and Archer weren't able to find one another, and when he saw him at the reveal, so happy, laughing and doing high-fives with his brothers, and what he could only assume were people he had shared at some point of the night with, he didn't feel like intruding at that point, thus the reason of him being outside alone, stretching his arms above his head, and looking at some people passing by, no doubt to continue whatever fun they had been having that night.
Archer had had a hell of a good day at the masquerade, and he'd lost track of how many people he'd fucked. As he looked around the room to see who everyone was, he was surprised to realize that he'd been unsuccessful in finding some of the people he'd hoped to find. One of those people seemed to be ready to be done for the evening, and Archer gave Teddy Cohen-Chang a knowing nod before following Kurt out of the ballroom. The cool October air felt good on his flushed skin after so long in such a warm costume. "Hey there, stranger," he said as he approached Kurt from behind.
Kurt groaned when he finally took the high heel shoes of and had to restrain himself from kicking them to the side; that would later hurt for sure. He was about to take a seat at one of the benches that you could find there, when a warm, familiar voice sounded at his back. His smile was wide as he turned around to look at Archer, and his heart was also beating fast, which usually happened in the other's presence.
"Well, well... If it isn't America's ass" he said with a teasing tone in his voice, slowly walking up to him until he was standing close, with their bodies almost pressed together. "Hey yourself. We couldn't find each other in the end, so I guess we both lost the bet" he said with a giggle, then placed his hands on the man's chest. "You look good. Good choice of outfit. I'm not even going to ask if you had fun, because I happen to see some of it." He winked at him and chuckled.
Archer laughed when Kurt quoted one of his favorite lines to him. "Damn straight it's America's ass," he teased back before pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Guess we did both lose the bet. It's a shame, too, because you look fucking awesome in that dress." He settled his hands on Kurt's waist. "Oh yeah? What exactly did you see?"
Kurt gave Archer a soft kiss on the cheek in return and giggled. "I sure did, didn't I? It's a damn shame that you didn't get to fuck the Queen of England during the party, Captain. I was told it was quite the treat." He smiled wickedly at him, his arms going around the man's neck. "I think the thing that stands out was you, and Captain Hook spitroasting the Little Mermaid. What a lucky girl-" He pouted, then chuckled. "I'm glad you had a good time, I really do. After having that lock on for a month, I imagine what a good relief that was, baby."
"Who says we can't make any of that happen still?" Archer asked before giving Kurt a cheeky wink. "I definitely made the most of having the freedom to fuck for the first time in a month. The Little Mermaid was awesome. So was Hades, fuck. Who did you have the most fun with?"
Kurt chuckled and nodded. "The night is still young for us to do plenty of things, sir" he said, using the british accent he had been brag about perfectly all night long. "I'm glad you had fun. I'll take your word for those two, for obvious reasons, heh." He let his fingertips to follow the curves of the muscles on Archer's suit, which weren't that much different from his real abs. "I suppose it was Bond. It felt good to be used and thrown around like that. You know me. I'm pretty sure I have a bump in my head, but I'll survive."
"Bond was definitely a show I enjoyed anytime I caught a glimpse of him and whomever he was with," Archer said, and he smirked as he looked down at Kurt's hands trailing along his body. "Are you sure you're okay? No headache or confusion? If you hit your head, I'll want to check for a concussion before we sleep."
Kurt chuckled. "And the one who got to be with him enjoyed it a lot as well. I tell you, I can still feel it pulsing inside of me, with his thing about having never fucked a queen and all that. I guess that was a fantasy of him." He scoffed. "You have banged my head on the board of my bed so many times, and that has never been an issue."
Archer's laugh blended with Kurt's. "Sounds like you both had a good time to me," he said. "Was fucking a Bond a fantasy of yours, too?" He furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "You have pillows protecting your head in bed. If you ever hit your head, with me or not, I expect you to let me know so we can make sure it's nothing serious. I don't care if it ruins the mood. Your safety is most important. Is that understood?"
Kurt laughed along with Archer, genuinelly glad they could talk about things like that and have a laugh about it. "Not that I remember, but that definitely didn't make it any bad. Only now-" He twined his fingers around the waistline on the man's costume. "I definitely will be adding 'fucking Captain America' to that list." He chuckled softly and shook his head. "There are time people just don't measure their own- um, strength. I'm not saying that you have. Somehow... you still find the way of taking care of me, even while fucking the life out of me."
He tilted his head, his fingertips drumming up the curve of the muscles in his arms. "That's very sweet... and also very hot on your part, because it almost, almost makes you sound like you are my Dom. Or my Daddy." He giggled. "Or a way overdramatic friend. Either way, sweet."
Archer pulled himself up to his full height to look down on Kurt--just a bit--as he settled his hands on the other man's waist. "America's ass can certainly be your ass for the evening, your highness," he teased. "You know how important safety is to me. If I'm in charge of making sure you're okay, then I need to know that you're going to speak up if you get hurt in the not-good way. That's not sweet, it's just part of responsible scening."
Kurt bit his lip down when he had to look up to look him in the eye, his broad muscular frame hovering over him in a way that was making his stomach tickle. "Hmm" he hummed, his fingertips now drumming their way down his back until he reached his ass and squeezed one of his cheeks. "I think I may be will be wanting more than just the ass, Captain. You're making me very hungry to be satisfied only with that." When he saw how serious Archer was getting on the matter he ducked his head a bit and nodded. "I know it is, and I'm sorry if it sounded like I was making fun of it." He looked up at him and smiled. "You'd make an excellent Dominant, you know?"
Archer smirked at the way Kurt squeezed his ass. "Oh you want more than just this ass, do you?" he teased, pushing his ass back into Kurt's hand for emphasis. "I suppose America's cock and mouth can be yours today, too." He winked at him before growing more serious again. "Thank you. And yeah, I'd be a fucking awesome Dom, but you and I both know that's not going to happen in the eyes of the law."
Kurt looked up at him and bit his lip down. "As if I had ever been satisfied with just one part of you, sir. You know how hungry I get. I want it all." He grinned. "Perfect. Just the way I like it." He sighed and shook his head, then leaned and put his arms completely around the man's body, his head resting on Archer's shoulder as he did. "Stupid laws. No one better than you to be a Dom, and what they do?" he said, not following that question up, because Archer knew what a mistake they had made with him.
He smiled wickedly as he looked back up at him. "It's a good thing that behind closed doors we get to be whoever we want, right? Speaking of which..." He reached down between them and let his fingertips trail over the shape of his bulge on top of his costume, his lips hovering over Archer's. "You should really take me back to my room, and let your Queen know how does it feel when Captain America fucks her brains out."
"Mm, you are an insatiable little thing, aren't you?" Archer teased. He put a hand on Kurt's waist and pulled him closer into his body. "Probably wouldn't have ever tried submitting if I'd gotten a D on my wrist, but yeah. They really missed out on having me as a Dom for real." His eyes sparkled when Kurt suggested going back to his room, and he easily shifted to pull him up into his arms in a bridal carry. "Your wish is my command, your highness," he said as he carried him back into the dorm building.
Kurt bit his lip down and batted his eyelashes to appear innocent. "And what if I am? Truth is, I always am when it comes to you." He cuddled against his chest for however long they stood close like that and sighed. "It's their goddamned lost" he grumbled, then gasped when he was all the sudden picked up so easy. "Oh god.." he moaned quietly, as he held with his arms around his chest, and it wasn't long before they were inside his room. "Where to now, Captain? Where do you intent to take your Queen to show her a good time?" he said, his lips hovering over Archer's ear.
Archer was easily able to take Kurt's weight in his arms as he brought him across campus. It was a little more challenging to open doors, but he still managed fairly easily. Once they were in the dorm building, he went to the stairs, not sure they'd fit in the elevator without setting Kurt down. "I figured we'd go to your room, your highness," he said as he exited onto Kurt's floor. "More space and privacy. Wouldn't want to scar that puppy at all, now would we?"
Kurt was both giddy and aroused from being carried like that from where the maze was to the dorm building. "Oh dear, you're so right. Poor little puppy will be scarred for life if he saw the things you do to me, Captain." He winked at him, holding tight around his shoulders while he made it up the stairs, only for balance, because he knew Archer was strong enough to carry him all the way. He reached out and opened the door to his room, and they were finally inside his room. "Are you putting me down, or do you intent to carry me all the way to my bed, Captain?" he said and winked at him.
Really, the only downside about having Sky back as his roommate was the fact that he had to be careful about what he did and said in his own room again. He would gladly deal with it, though, if it meant having his roommate back on campus. He pushed the door closed behind them and lifted an eyebrow down at Kurt. "Well, considering we've made it this far already, I couldn't just make you walk the last few feet, now could I, your highness?" He kissed Kurt's temple before carrying him back into the bedroom, where he finally lay him down on the bed. "You look delicious, but I think you probably want to take that all off yourself instead of me ripping it off you."
Kurt chuckled and nodded. "And also considering my very uncomfortable heels out there by the maze, I say that would be perfect. The floor is too cold for me right now." He happily leaned his head into the gentle touch, then after they made it into the room, and he was put on the bed, he pulled the low end of his dress up to show his legs, perfectly firm and wearing long white stockings that were holding by equally white girdles around his thighs, his legs spread so that he could he that, even if he was wearing a corset, he had designed it so his ass was completely exposed, and after he himself ripped the front side off, now also his cock. "You want to know this truth? As of right now, I'm not really that attached to this dress anymore. You want to rip it off me? Then do it, Captain..." He threw a wink at him, while he moved his hips in a very suggestive way.
"That so?" Archer asked, lifting an eyebrow. It almost sounded like Kurt was challenging him to destroy the dress. "Be careful what you wish for, your majesty." He smirked wickedly before prowling on top of Kurt on the bed. He grabbed his shoulders and pressed him down into the mattress as he gave him a heated kiss. His hips rocked against Kurt's despite the layer of blue fabric between them. As he pulled away from the kiss, he lifted Kurt into a sitting position and pulled the dress with him. He tugged the fabric up and over the other man's head and tossed it to the floor next to them, out of his way. "Much better," he said as he took in the sight of Kurt in the stockings. He undid the hidden zipper at his crotch and pulled out his already hard cock, stroking it as he looked down at Kurt. "What do you say, your highness? Ready for America's cock?"
Kurt bit his lip down as he watched Archer coming towards him, like a lion about to pounce on a zebra. "Well, I'm a Queen, sire. I always get what I wish for..." He chuckled softly just as their lips clashed together wantonly, his fingers tugging on the man's hair, while his body burned with the force Archer was using to press him down to the bed. With his shoulders being held down like that he couldn't reach out and touch the other man the way he wanted to, and that made him whine a little. But he was happy when he was made to sit up and he managed to felt the curve of his muscles while he was being undressed, which by now he was glad to be. He could feel the warmth creeping under his skin with the way Archer was looking down on him, and when his cock was finally free he let out a strangled moan of relief, then a much sinful one when he started to stroke him.
"Hmmm" he mused at first, his tongue licking his lips as he pushed his hips up into the grip of his hand. "I was born ready, Captain..." he said, a thick British accent in his words, his fingertips caressing his chest. "Come on... Fuck your Queen like you've been wanting to..."
Archer licked his lips at the sight of Kurt beneath him. "Mm, your wish is my command," he teased before crawling over Kurt to the nightstand where he knew the lube was kept. He popped open the tube and spread some across his fingers before returning to his spot between Kurt's legs. "I'm sure you're already open for me, but let's just make sure I'm not going to be a royal pain in your ass." He winked and slid a finger inside him, eyes glancing up to Kurt's to see his reaction.
Kurt couldn't help but giggle when Archer moved on top of him to grab the lube from his nightstand, already pretty much knowing where everything was in his room, then chuckled and poked him on the side playfully with his knee. "Baby, if it's you causing the pain, there's nothing I'd enjoy more" he said with husky, lustful voice, then he gasped and threw his head back when his thick finger slid into him, his back arching up from the bed as he clutched the sheets tight. "Ah... fuck... mmm..." he moaned, then looked right back at him as he pushed his ass on his finger a bit. "Fuck... I've missed you so much..." he breathed out, referring to that unsufferable month of lockdown that had just ended.
"God, you and me both," Archer said. The past several weeks of being locked up had been absolute hell, and as much fun as he'd had at the masquerade, he'd missed being able to fuck Kurt's tight little ass in particular. He worked up to having three fingers inside him but didn't bother making sure he was fully loosened up. He'd said he was okay with some pain, and Archer planned to take full advantage of that. He slicked himself up and then pushed inside, holding himself there once he was fully sheathed. "All good?" he asked, panting softly with the effort of keeping his hips from snapping forward.
Kurt moaned louder and threw his head back, by now trashing and pushing himself on Archer's three fingers without any shame, but only want and a need that was burning him inside, just as much as the man's fingers did while he was pumping them into him. The pain that shot through him even made him tear up, the way hurt and pleasure clashed inside of him making his body unable to hold it all in, but it was a feeling he would never get enough. He mourned at the loss of his fingers, only put at ease by knowing something even better was soon coming, and when it did, he couldn't begin to control the way his body trembled inside, the man's thick and hard dick sliding into him, inch by inch, until he was fully in, and him staying still the way he was was both bliss and torture.
He could feel his cock twitching inside of him and that made him whimper a little, and he reached out and held his face to pull him down for yet another slow, deep kiss, their bodies fighting the primal urge to move. "All is perfect" he finally breathed against his lips, then looked into his eyes and nodded, his silent way, a silent plea for him to move.
Archer let Kurt lead them in a kiss while he struggled to keep his hips still, but as soon as he had confirmation from the other man that he was okay to move, he wasted no time in doing just that. He lifted his hips, pulling most of the way out of the man in his partial costume, before slamming back into him. "Oh, fuck yeah," he moaned, happy to quickly build up to a much more brutal pace. Even with all the sex they'd both had that evening, he couldn't get enough of Kurt's ass.
Kurt could see the exact moment when Archer got the silent hint he gave him, that he was okay to own and ruin his body in any way he saw fit, and he held onto his shoulders hard, his fingernails scratching the skin there when he felt him pulling out, feeling his tight muscle being stretched before he slammed back in. "Oh god, yes... like that... mmmm" he whimpered, holding onto the man's body as his body was pushed and impaled with the most brutal force, their skin smacking together every time he rammed back in. He moaned and threw his head back, his body burning with the lust and need to feel every bit of what Archer was giving him, after the longest draught month of his life. He slid his fingers through the man's short locks of hair and pulled on them tight, his lips capturing his with a messy kiss, his teeth pulling on his lower lip as he pulled back. "Fucking break me... please..." he breathed against his lips.
Archer moaned against Kurt's mouth as they kissed, his lips slipping and sliding against the other man's with the force of his thrusts. He slowed just a bit when he heard Kurt's plea. "Break you?" he repeated. "I can do that, just... remember your safeword." He looked into Kurt's eyes to make sure he understood before he shifted to pull Kurt's legs up and over his shoulders. The Switch was flexible enough for the position, and it gave Archer leverage to really start to pound into him hard, taking his own pleasure from the other's hole.
Kurt was starting to feel every single nerve in his body waking up with the sensation of pain that was starting to flood him, but in a way it made everything that much more perfect. It was exactly what he wanted, after all that month they couldn't be like that. He wanted to feel Archer for days. When he slowed his pace he worried for half a second that he had said something wrong, but seeing the genuine concern in his words made him feel secure again.
"Yes, please... I will, I promise" he assured him, then moaned when his body was shifted like that while still being full with his cock. He managed to hook his ankles behind Archer's neck, his hands holding onto his strong shoulders hard while being impaled in the most perfect way possible. His cock, already leaking, twitched with the friction of their bodies trashing together like that. "Fuck, I want you breed me, baby... Fill me up good with your cum... Let me feel it filling me up..." he said, a particular direct hit to his prostate making him moan, as he scratched the man's back with his fingernails.
Archer had already come a few times that evening at the masquerade, and he was surprised with how fast he was coming toward yet another orgasm here with Kurt. He wasn't sure if it was his attraction to the Switch or the lack of orgasms for the past month that was doing it--probably a combination of both--but the cause didn't matter. He was quickly rushing toward the edge, and the pain of nails against his skin was what finally helped him tumble over. "Fuck, Kurt!" he cried out as he shot his load inside the other man, continuing to pump himself into his ass to wring the rest of his orgasm out of him.
Kurt moaned louder when he felt the exact moment when Archer begun to tip over to his climax, his member twitching harder inside of him with every harsh thrust he gave him. "Oh my god, yes! Yes! Give it to me, now!" he screamed, although his voice was raspy from all the moaning and gasping he had been doing. His grip on Archer didn't stop, not even when he finally felt himself being so full with his seed, he could feel it drip out of his hope. He was happy to hold his own climax back to allow Archer to finish himself off, but it came the moment when his own body was starting to hurt from restraining so much. "Please..." He looked him in the eye. "Can I cum, sir...?"
Archer slowed his thrusts as he came down, finally slipping out of Kurt's hole when he became too sensitive to take it. He smirked at how needy the other man was, loving the knowledge that Archer was the reason for his arousal. "You can," he said, giving him a single nod before sliding down and dropping his mouth around his cock, ready to take his release into his throat.
Kurt grunted when he felt Archer pulling out, almost clenching around him wantonly to keep him inside of him a bit longer, but he knew that when oversensitivity came up it wasn't something good. When he saw the way the other was looking at him it made his own hurt that much bigger, because there was something incredibly hot with knowing he was controlling his release like that.
"Thank you, sir..." he said almost breathless, and he was about to do just that, when the sight of Archer sliding down and in between his legs caught him off guard. "O-ohh... my.. god... god- fuck!- ngg-" He literally became a mumbling, cursing bundle of limbs, and it wasn't long before his back was arching from the bed, and his cock twitched inside his mouth, just as he let go and came hard inside of it. "Archer... oh my god...mmm..." he said, still trembling while the other swallowed it all down.
It didn't take Kurt long to release his load into Archer's throat, and he eagerly lapped down everything he was given. He didn't often take a dick in his mouth, but right now, he was just happy for the chance to enjoy Kurt's pleasure. He hummed happily once Kurt was finished, and he crawled back up his body to give him a kiss on the lips before rolling onto his back right next to the other man. He sighed in contentment as he looked up at the ceiling. "What a way to end the evening."
Kurt fisted the sheets on both sides of his body, while emptying himself down Archer's throat, and when he was finally spent he moaned softly when he felt his tongue lapping and cleaning him up like that. He cradled his face with both hands while they kissed, his own taste now mixed with Archer's, and he sighed happily when the other laid beside him. "A blast, for sure" he said, then looked at him and giggled softly, elbowing him playfully before he rolled on his side to face him. "God, I missed you inside of me. You're such a bad habit" he said with a soft chuckle.
Archer shifted so that he was tilted toward Kurt on the bed, but he was still mostly lying on his back. He was too exhausted for much more than that. "I missed fucking that tight little hole of yours, too," he said before putting on an exaggerated face. "Excuse me? I'm a bad habit?"
Kurt slide both hands under his head like a pillow, while laying on his side, facing Archer. "Then I guess we both got what we wanted tonight. Go, us!" he giggled, then poked his tongue at him. "Yes, you are. You're fucking addictive."
Archer gave a soft chuckle. "I guess I can give you that one," he said, his voice coming out obviously sleepy. He hummed softly and glanced down along their bodies in bed. "Mm, what do you say we sleep now and clean up in the morning? I'd rather not move."
Kurt bit his lip down and reached his hand out, his fingertips tracing the lines of his arm and down the curves of his body. "I think that's a marvelous idea. Only that you should expect me to scrub both of us down when we do take a shower tomorrow. Or rather.. later today." He giggled, then kissed him one more time on the lips and scooted closer to Archer, fitting perfectly against him and sighing with content.
"Well, who am I to argue with that?" Archer asked, resting a hand along Kurt's body, not pulling him in tightly, but simply adding to the connection between them. "Especially if you're insisting." He smiled and closed his eyes. "Good night, your highness."
Kurt made a count of the things he had put inside the trunk of the car, a black 1967 Mustang Shelby, which was parked just outside the main gates that led into the academy campus. Food, checked. Extra blankets, checked. Ice box with one bottle of sparkling cyder, plus a couple of lemon sprite sodas cans. A basket with two chicken grilled sandwiches, a small bowl of green salad to share, and another with grapes and strawberries in it. Everything was accounted for. Finally, a somewhat large black box rested on the side of the trunk, and he patted it as if it was a pet before closing the trunk shut.
Dressed in black jeans, a blue navy shirt with a neckerchief around his neck, he leaned back against the hood of the car, and waited for Archer to arrive. From the start, he knew it would be a very different, very special kind of date.
Archer had no idea what to expect from this date with Kurt. He couldn't remember the last time he hadn't been the one to plan the date. Even when his girlfriends in college had picked a date activity, he'd been the one to actually organize all of it. Having that effort put in for him felt kind of nice. Not knowing what exactly Kurt had in mind had made it difficult to get dressed, but he did know it was casual. He ended up in jeans and a solid burgundy button-down shirt, along with a pair of classic black Converse. The dessert he'd bought for them was in a box inside a paper bag, dangling from one hand.
He stopped short when he saw Kurt waiting for him, and he gave a long, low whistle. "Well, hot damn, Sir," he said, giving both Kurt and the car a once over. "Look at you!"
The moment he saw Archer coming down the path that led to the main gate Kurt felt his stomach doing a soft flip, as it always did whenever he saw him, but he stayed calm and smiled brightly at him when he finally came outside, apparently approving with his choice of a ride for the night.
"Why, thank you, Archer! I'm glad you like it- That you like us both!" he said with a chuckle and patted the hood of the car. "Before you ask, no. It's not mine. I wish. But, what d'you know? There is an actual car rental in this town, and they were nice enough to get it for me. It's been my favorite car since I can remember." He walked to him and leaned in to kiss him softly on one cheek. "Look at you too, by the way. But of course, you knew that." He looked down at the paper bag in his hand. "So? What's the surprise you got me for dessert?"
Archer cocked his head to the side. He'd seen the car rental place in town, but he hadn't ever thought about requesting a classic car like this. That part of the car rental place really surprised him, considering the town they were in, and it was something he'd have to keep in mind for the future. He didn't know a ton about cars, not nearly as much as Kurt did, but he did know that this was one fancy-ass vehicle. "That's awesome," he said before returning the kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Can't wait to give you a ride--I mean, give it a ride." He winked, then took a step back and waggled a finger at him. "Nope. Dessert's a surprise. You have to wait until after our meal or you'll spoil your dinner."
Kurt grinned when Archer that not so casual response, then he gently bopped the man's nose with his fingertip. "You know you can have both- whenever you want." He mocked an offended gasp at the wiggling finger, then pouted, maybe his best out on pout ever. "You are a meanie man" he said, then made a quick move to try to snatch the bag from Archer, but the other man was too quick for it. "So, is this one of those 'if you eat all your green, you can have dessert?" he said, then winked at him, before waving a hand towards the car. "Let's go then! You don't need me to open the door for you, do you?" He giggled, then turned around and walked to the pilot's door, his tight jeans clinging to the curves of his ass as he swayed his hips.
Archer chuckled at Kurt's insistence on finding out what his surprise dessert was immediately rather than waiting patiently to have it after they ate. "Nah, this is one of those 'you're cute when you're impatient' things." He winked before heading over to the passenger door and sliding in. "Damn, this is fucking nice." He looked over at Kurt as he joined him. "So where are you taking me?"
Kurt quirked a brow. "No wonder you love seeing me impatient then. Good move, Clarington." He was giddy and happy Archer liked his favorite choice of a car, thinking now they would have yet another topic of conversation whenever they were hanging out, him nestling comfortably in the warm embrace of his strong arms, whenever they weren't fucking the life out of one another, of course. He turned the engine on, the car coming alive underneath them, and he pushed the pedal down a couple of times before he looked at him and grinned. "Now who's being impatient?" he said with a playful tone, then started driving, soon taking the street that would lead them out of town, and to the main highway."
Archer shrugged and leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs forward and making himself comfortable. "I sort of thought you'd be impatient to tell me all about the date you have planned for me, considering how impatient you are to know about dessert," he teased. "But something tells me you're going to make me wait just to get back at me."
The cool air of the early evening entered full through the big open windows, and it felt nice to feel the air on his face like that. "You know how I am about dessert, so it shouldn't surprise you that I really want to know." He looked at him and smiled. "I just want everything to be perfect, and if I spoil it now, it won't be." Soon enough the reached the previous exit before actually reaching the limits of town, and they drove down a much less crowded road, then a short drive up the hill, until they stopped. "We're here" he said, and he turned the engine off and got out of the car, and after Archer joined him, he waved a hand in a sort of dramatic, introductory way. "Well? What you think?" he said, as he pointed at the small lights in the distance where the town was, now looked at from the top of that hill.
Archer cocked an eyebrow as Kurt drove them into a much more remote area of town--and considering how rural Lima was already, that was saying a lot. He followed Kurt's lead and got out of the car, smiling as he looked over at the small town, appearing even smaller from their current height and distance. "I never thought I'd say that Lima looked pretty," he said, stepping over to Kurt and wrapping an arm around his waist as they both looked at the town. "But I guess there's a first time for everything."
Kurt was happy to hear Archer liked the spot they were at, and in the same way Kurt liked it as well. When he put his arm around his waist he did the same thing in return, leaning his head so it rested perfectly on Archer's shoulder. "It's a thing of wonder. Such a simple town- but like most things, it gets better when you look at from afar, then all the bad things go away." He looked up at him, smiling as he leaned and kissed him gently on the lips. "Are you hungry...? I brought some food for us..." he said, pulling back from his lips just a little.
Archer glanced over at Kurt briefly, and as he turned back toward the city, he frowned at the way Kurt described the view. It was rather maudlin to think about having to make all the bad things go away. He was glad that they were getting to enjoy some time together up here without any of those bad things, so he smiled as they pulled back from the soft kiss. "I'm always hungry," he teased. "Let's dig in."
Kurt bumped his nose against Archer's. "I know that! Thus me, coming prepared. Come on!" He took his hand and led him around the car, so he could pop the trunk open, by pressing a button underneath it. He pulled the two bags, one with food, the other with beverage, and gave those two to Archer. "You take that one, I'll get everything else" he said, grabbing the blanket and the black case he had brought alone, with what he hoped would be another pleasant surprise for Archer that evening. He spread the blanket on top of the hood and they both climbed on top of it. "I brought chicken salad sandwiches and chips. And I know you don't drink alcohol, so I got a bottle of sparkling cyder for us to share. Did I do good?" he asked, in an almost hopeful tone. He just wanted everything to be perfect.
Archer took the bags Kurt handed to him, and he breathed in deeply. "Mm, whatever's in here smells delicious," he said as Kurt got them all set up on the hood of the car. He joined him once it was ready and began to open up the bags to get their meal out. "Sparkling cider? How fancy," he teased before sobering a little. "Really, though, it's awesome. You did very good, Kurt."
Kurt did a little bow with his head. "As everything that I make, darling" he said, making sure Archer had his sandwich and a good portion of chips. "I figured our first official date deserved better than some orange soda" he said with a shrug, then smiled shyly. "I'm glad you like it, Archer:" He looked at him briefly before looking up at the sky, the night clear and calm. "Have you ever been into looking at the stars at night?" he said, taking a quick glance at the black bag that has remained still closed.
Archer took a big bite out of his sandwich and moaned to show his appreciation for the flavors that spread over his tongue. It was probably too big of a bite, and he had to make an exaggerated chewing motion to show that he was going to respond but couldn't do so until he'd swallowed everything down. Once he had, he sipped at his cider to wash it all down. "This is so good," he said, resolving to behave himself and take smaller bites from here on out. He leaned back and looked up at the stars. "The stars are fun. I took an astronomy class one semester in college."
Kurt chuckled and waited until Archer had downed the big bite he had taken at his sandwich, taking that time to take a bite of his own, and he was glad the other liked his choice of food for their date. "I'm sure I'll enjoy the dessert you brought just as well. But I guess I must be patient." He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin before taking a sip of cyder, then shifted on his seat to look at him. "You did? That's amazing!" he said, an honest tone of excitement in his voice, because of this new thing he got to learn about the other. "I can't say I have, but..." He reached out and pulled the black bag closer to him. "A couple of years after my mom died, I got the chicken pox, and because I had to stay in my room, isolated, my dad got me this to keep me entertained, since he couldn't come into my room without getting infected himself. A telescope." He patted the bag. "Wanna take a look at a couple of stars?"
"You're adorable when your patience is running thin," Archer teased before popping a chip in his mouth. There was something to be said for good, simple food. As Kurt grew excited, though, Archer noted to himself just how much more adorable the enthusiasm was than the impatience. He watched curiously as the other man showed him a black case. "I was one of the lucky ones," he explained. "Everyone wanted to take astronomy for their science gen ed. It was fun. That's an awesome gift from your dad, and even more awesome that you still have it after all these years. Hell yeah I want to take a look!"
Kurt nodded. "It must be so fun having an actual good excuse to take on astronomy, other than having to be stranded in your bedroom." He chuckled, then his face lit up when Archer agreed to do some star gazing with him. "You do! Excellent! Hang on- let me make some space here..." he said, already moving the other bags to a spot where they wouldn't be in the way, and he quickly put together the small tripod and placed the telescope in it, not a big one in any way, but enough to allow a good view up. "Okay, so... we lean back-" he said, both of them now laying on the windshield of the car, and he pulled the lens of the telescope closer. "... and see what we can get!" He looked at him and smiled, then looked into the lens, trying to find a good spot. "There! Take a look!" He leaned back and moved the lens closer to him.
Archer chewed on his sandwich--in much smaller bites this time--as Kurt got the telescope set up for him. He leaned back on the windshield alongside him and waited for his turn to look through the small lens. "Thanks," he said, giving Kurt a smile as he leaned over and looked through it. "There's a pretty bright one right up there. I think it might be a planet, it's not really sparkling like a star. What do you think?"
It never failed to make Kurt's heart race to beat just a tiny bit faster whenever they were laying close like that, especially when he got to look into the man's eyes, which he liked a lot, up and close. He did his best to push the blush away and smiled shyly at him, before looking back up, at where he was supposed to be looking at that moment. "The night is clear enough. It could very well be a planet. Let me just try something-" he said, then leaned a little closer so he could barely shift the focus on the lens, their faces ending up a lot closer then. "There. I think that's better? How's it look?" He looked at him and smiled. "What do you see now?"
Archer let Kurt adjust things on the telescope to help clear up the picture they were seeing. It had always been wild to him that a little thing like this could make the stars appear so much bigger, as if they weren't hundreds or even thousands of lightyears away. He hummed as he looked through the lens again. "Definitely a planet," he agreed before looking nearby. "Oh, and I think that's Orion's belt."
Kurt chuckled and nodded. "That's definitely my guess. A planet." He blinked when Archer said that last part, and he leaned in so he could have a look himself. "Wow... How about that? It's a clear night indeed." He leaned back on the windshield and sighed. "So many stars... You know- When I spent all that time in my room, I remember every night I named every star I saw. But now I can't remember a single one. Well, just one." He turned his head a bit to look at him. "My mom's name. Elizabeth."
"Probably Jupiter or Saturn," Archer commented. He kept looking through the telescope for a little bit before passing it back to Kurt to take a look. "It's kind of strange how we all somehow managed to agree on the names for all of the different stars, when there's so much we can't agree on down here on Earth. I like that you picked out your own names as a kid, though. Which one's Elizabeth?"
Kurt looked back into the lens when Archer passed the telescope back to him. "You mean humanity in general, or just the two of us?" He looked at him and wiggled his eyebrows at him before he chuckled and looked back into the lens. "I get what you're saying. It'd be so much more easier if people would agree in the simplest things. And then, most of the things the people in power don't agree on, they end up screwing us over." He leaned back and nodded. "I'm self efficient. Of course I did" he said, poking his tongue out at him, then fixed the lens a little and let him have a look. "That one at the center. The brightest one. That's my mom" he said, like it was a simple fact.
"In general," Archer replied. "Like, there's people down here fighting the system and trying to mess with all of our lives, but we're all cool with calling a particular group of stars Orion." He sighed. He could complain more, but that's not what tonight was about. He looked through the telescope and smiled when he saw the star Kurt was pointing out. "She's beautiful," he said, leaning back to look at Kurt's face.
Kurt looked at him fondly, then placed his hand on his knee. "I know that, if given the chance, you'd be the first one fighting the system. In fact, you'd make the perfect General for it." He sighed. "I suppose the people with the power and knowledge find the simplest things that much more challenging." He shrugged, then looked up, at the spot where he had told Archer to look, and he looked back at him. "She is. Just like she was. Like I remember her. Beautiful." He shifted on his spot, and leaned his head on Archer's shoulder. "What about your mom? How's she like?"
Archer pulled a face and looked over at Kurt. "Me, fight the system?" he scoffed. "Yeah, no, I'm good. Shit's in place for a reason." He shrugged and let Kurt settle on him, Archer's head coming to rest on top of the Switch's. "I'm glad. You should show me photos or videos of her sometime, if you want. My mom... She's beautiful, too." And okay with everything the Colonel did to him and his brothers over the years, but that wasn't what Kurt was asking.
Kurt chuckled and nodded. "I know. Without an order there'll be chaos. But you cannot say there are things that could actually be better" he said, then leaned back carefully, not to knock the telescope off its base, and sighed softly when he felt the soft weight of Archer's head on top of his own. "I have photos. In fact, I own an actual photo album, remember those? I'll be happy to show them to you sometime." He looked up at him and giggled, then shrugged. "My dad kept the old home movies we had when I left, so I suppose that was a fair trade in the end." His fingertips played absentmindedly with the small wrinkles on his shirt. "Do you have pictures of your mom too?"
Archer shrugged, trying not to jostle Kurt too much in the process. "There's some shit that sucks, sure," he said. "Like the gap year if your claim partner dies needs to be like two or three years instead of one. But the system was designed this way for a reason." He chuckled. "Yeah, you'll have to show me your actual photo album. There's places that'll take VHS tapes and make them digital. You should totally do that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tapping through to his mom's Facebook profile. They weren't friends anymore, but she still had a public profile photo. He opened it up then turned his phone to Kurt. "That's her."
Kurt frowned, then buried his face on Archer's chest, like it would protect him somehow. "That must so awful. Your claim dying...?" he said, a noticeable hint of fear in his voice, so he was glad Archer diverted the conversation to something brighter. "That's a good idea! I'll look up for places where he could do that back home, and then he could send it to me. We could watch them on my laptop one night." He turned his head a little when Archer showed him his phone. "You're right. She is beautiful" he said with a fond smile, then looked back at him. "You have her eyes."
Archer brought a hand up and patted Kurt's head where it had come to rest on his chest. "Mm," he agreed. "That happens sometimes, but it's not something you have to worry about, okay?" It wasn't that it was impossible that it would happen to either of them in the future, but neither of them was at a point in their lives where it would be worth the worry for now. "I'm sure it won't be too hard for him to find a place to do that. Probably even Best Buy or something. You'll have to let me know when you have them." He shifted to put his phone back in his pocket. "Thanks," he said simply, not sure he wanted to think about her more than he already was.
Kurt looked up and nodded, already calm by the gentle pat on his head. "I suppose you're right. That doesn't make it an any less awful thing though." He chuckled and shook his head. "If you knew my dad, you'd realize he needs specific instructions on how to do things the right way." He nodded, suddenly excited about the idea of a future home movies date for them. "I will, and I'll have the popcorn ready, as long as you don't make any comments on chubby faced me, hmm?" He looked at him pointedly and chuckled, then when his answer about Kurt saying he had the same beautiful eyes his mom had was so cut and dry, he didn't comment on it any further. By now, Kurt could read, could see the wat Archer's body language shifted like the wind, when a subject needed to be dropped.
For a couple of seconds they laid there in silence, his finger playing with the buttons of his shirt while he looked at some random spot in the distance. "So..." he said all the sudden, then looked at him. "Just how long are you going to keep me waiting to see what you got for dessert?" he said with a serious look, then he smiled shyly. "Or are you going to make me beg for it, hmm?"
Archer pushed past the talk about gap years and instead focused on happier topics. He chuckled at Kurt's description of his dad. "Well, lucky for him, he's got you to lead him. And honestly, as long as you get him to take the tapes to the shop, they'll be able to do the rest from there." He chuckled again. "I bet your chubby cheeks were adorable." He shifted and took a sip of his cider before glancing back toward the inside of the car where the dessert was waiting for them. He turned back to Kurt, grinning mischievously. "Well, I was going to get up to get it for us, but now that you've mentioned begging... I think that's definitely what I need to hear."
Kurt chuckled and shook his head. "I suppose that's true. As long as he doesn't get lost on his way to the shop, it should be fine." He scoffed. "Chubby cheeks and pear hips. You can imagine what a hoot that was to have growing up at a school where I was the only gay boy who was out. Although my hips are still round by now, so thank god I didn't grow out of those-" He looked at him and grinned. "Especially when you've become such an expert in leaving marks on them, hmm?"
He bit his lip down and chuckled when Archer looked at him like that, in a way which never failed to make him feel weak. "Do you really that'd be wise?" he said, a teasing tone in his voice, then sat up and shifted on his spot so he would climb on top of the man's lap. "Out of the two of us, you're the one still wearing the lock, so maybe I'd like to be the one to hear you beg..." he said, pushing his body weight on his locked groin, then he leaned in and put his hands on both sides of Archer's head, his lips now hovering over his. "But just for curious sake, what would exactly take for me to get dessert, sir?"
Archer definitely enjoyed the picture Kurt was painting of himself in Archer's head. "Kids are cruel no matter what you look like," he said, though honestly, he hadn't experienced much bullying himself when he was a kid. "You're not doing much to plead your case for me to think you were anything but adorable, though. And I do love those hips."
He cocked an eyebrow as Kurt climbed on top of him, and he let his hands come to rest on the other man's hips, holding him in place. "You don't have a key to this lock," he said, staring Kurt down from inches away. "No chance you're going to get me to beg if I don't stand a chance of being released." He kissed him quickly, just a peck, but then he leaned back to put just a little distance between them. "Make me know just how badly you want to taste me-- taste my dessert, I mean."
Kurt held onto Archer's hands on his hips, his lips hovering over the other's as he slowly rolled his ass on top of him, feeling the hard metallic shape poking his cheeks. "That doesn't mean I don't get to have some fun with it" he said with a playful chuckle, a small glint of wickedness in his eye. "Hmm... That's quite the shame, because you begging must be the hottest sound in the world right now." He giggled at the quick peck, then he sat up straight and batted his eyelashes at him, a small pout pursing his lips together. "I do want to taste it, and you... so bad. Maybe you'll let me eat it off you bare skin, and then after I'm done, I could give a tongue bath, so you are left all clean, and also hot and bothered. " He bit his lip down, his hips now slowly thrusting back and forth on top of his lap. "Please, sir... Please, let me have dessert. Haven't I been a good boy for you-?" He pouted again.
Archer's eyebrow lifted up again when Kurt purposely teased him. He clenched his jaw against the frustrated moan that threatened to make its way out of his throat, his desire to fuck Kurt senseless not tampered all that much by the cage he was locked into. "Better luck next time, Sir," he whispered into his ear before leaning back to listen to the way Kurt would beg for him. "I'd argue you've been very naughty," he said, looking pointedly down to where Kurt was rocking against him. "But I think you deserve some dessert anyhow. Go ahead and get it out of the car."
Kurt pouted again, this time with frustration with thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Archer and not being able to do them all, even if there were things they could do if they wanted to. A shiver went up his spine at the whispered words in his ear, then bit his lip down. "I suppose. Oh, but you better bet your ass I'm going to milk that next time out of you in a way you will never forget, baby." He gasped. "What?? ME? I object! I'm nothing but a sweet angel... A sweet, very horny angel..." he said, a grin spreading on his face as he felt the metallic lock slide between his legs. When Archer said he could get his dessert he giggled, then with a swift, agile move he was off Archer, and the car as well, and he went quickly to the passenger's seat and grabbed the bag, soon returning to where he was and climbed on the hood again. "Gimme gimme" he said as he handed the bag to him.
Archer gave Kurt a hard look that said, You and I both know you're bullshitting about being an angel. He took the bag from him when it was handed over, and he purposely took his time pulling the New York style cheesecake out of the bag, wanting to tease Kurt by making him wait as long as possible. There were some paper plates and utensils, too, and he got it all out and ready for them to enjoy together. It was a frozen cheesecake from the grocery store that he'd baked earlier, but that at least ensured that it was edible, which wouldn't have been the case if he'd tried to make it himself. "So?" he asked as he handed a slice over to Kurt. "What do you think?"
Kurt looked back at Archer in a I dare you to say otherwise way, although they both now they were teasing each other, right before he went to get the dessert, or rather, the bag which contained it. After he gave him the bag, he literally bounced on his butt with anticipation, especially when he noticed he was taking his sweet time for it, then he gasped when he saw him pulling that brand of cheesecake out. "No way! Where did you get this?" he said with an honest surprised look on his face, then didn't waste another second before taking a bite. "Hmm... mygawdd... swogwood" he mumbled, his mouth still full with it, then chuckled and waited until he swallowed his bite and wiped his mouth before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you. I can't remember the last time I ate one of these!"
Archer kept his eyes on Kurt as he took the first taste of the cheesecake, clearly happy with Archer's decision for dessert. He served himself up a slice as well and began to eat it, smiling as he chewed. "So... I'm guessing I did a good job with dessert?" he teased. With his own fork, he cut off a piece of his slice and held it out in front of Kurt's mouth for him to eat. "I know how much you like cheesecake."
Kurt still had his mouth full when Archer asked that, so he simply raised his fork and waved it, as if he was saying 'excellent', but after he swallowed he nodded and smiled at him. "You did perfect, baby-" He blushed a bit at the casual way in which the cute name rolled off his tongue for the other man, although now he wasn't sure how he would take it now that it was out. He cheeks flushed even harder when he saw the offered slice, then leaned in and slowly wrapped his lips around it, carefully pulling it off the fork, while he kept his eyes on Archer. "I suppose I babbled about it enough for you to pick on that one, huh?" he said and giggled.
Archer had long ago learned to just roll with it when someone called him a pet name he wasn't particularly fond of. If it made the person saying it happy, then he could handle it, too. It had started off with one of his girlfriends in high school calling him 'sweetheart,' but now it went with most pet names. "You're cute when you blush," he pointed out with a smug grin, before taking another bite for himself. "And cute when you babble. It was kind of hard to miss."
Kurt blushed a bit, then quickly swiped his mouth clean. "Stop it. You're doing that on purpose!" he said with a chuckle, then grabbed his own slice and moved forward, so he could sit in between Archer's legs, his back against the man's chest, while they kept on eating their dessert. "Would it be terribly of me to say I don't know how to actually make one from scratch? I mean, I have always bought it, whenever the urge called." He chuckled, then looked at him. "Do you like our date so far?"
"Doing what on purpose?" Archer asked, making his eyes go wide and feigning innocence. He held his plate up as Kurt settled in against his chest, only taking another forkful of cheesecake when the other man was comfortably against him. "Nah. I don't know how to cook most of the things I eat. Nothing wrong with ordering out." He shrugged at his own lack of kitchen skills. "It's definitely nice to spend sometime with you away from everything for a bit. Are you having a good time too?"
"Deliberately trying to make me blush!" Kurt said with a giggle, just as he settled against the warmth of Archer's chest, the steady beating of his heart drumming gently on his back. "I suppose you're right. It's just ironic. Because I love to cook, so you would think I know how to make it!" He shrugged. "I can always find a way to learn too. Maybe one day soon, I'll treat you to my own homemade cheesecake, how's that?" He looked back at him, and smiled when their eyes met for a moment, always loving that much gentler side of Archer, one that not everyone got to see. "A perfect one" he said honestly, then leaned up a bit and kissed him on the cheek, before going back to eat his cheesecake.
"That sounds perfect," Archer said, smiling as Kurt kissed him. "I'd actually been about to suggest the same thing. You should practice making your own cheesecake and let me be a taste tester. Give you feedback, make sure you're getting it right." He cut off another bite of his slice and held it up to Kurt's lips on his fork. "Thank you for a wonderful evening."
