2. Untouchable Face
7:00 am. I could have sworn it was 2 just a moment ago. I roll over, expecting to be stopped by Kurt's dorming body, but I just keep rolling. "Where the fuck is he?" You're probably thinking that our little champ wakes up at 6:00 every morning to eat his balanced breakfast, and take his olympic cold shower, right? Wrong. He gets up at around 11ish -if I wake him...that's why this is so perplexing. I know he usually wanders off when he's upset, and that's the only thing I can think of...but where the hell would he be in a strange city at this time?
think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want no one to follow me
except maybe you
*Shane*:
Olympic pajamas. I have never seen anything so cute. Oh, hi. You're probably wondering where the hell I came from...so do I, candidly. It gets so light so early now that I had trouble sleeping. My room is on the 1st floor, and I heard footsteps creeping around, and, being my sneaky Capricorn self, I decided to see firsthand what it was. It's Kurt, looking into the giftshop window, as it is too early to be open yet, in these adorable stars and stripes pj's. I'm standing outside my door. He doesn't see me.
I've had a thing for him for a while...but he considers me one of his closest friends, which makes it so damn hard for me to make a move on him! What's that? Yeah, I know he's spoken for. Your point being?
Kurt:
What is it with hotel gift shops? Little palm tree keychains, teddy bears with sunglasses, "I've got blasted in LA" shot glasses...I've seen more appropriate presents come out of my -oh, hey, I bet you're wondering what I'm doing up so early...I don't know, I can't sleep, *groan*, there's this nagging itch in the back of my brain telling me "you owe him, you owe him", and I figure I can try to "buy back his love" or whatever with a nice gift...not here, though...this stuff sucks.
"Does it?" a familiar voice quips behind me. It's Shane. His hair's all tousled from sleep, but it doesn't look slovenly, and he has on these pine green silk pajamas with gold Chinese characters printed on the sides and pockets -I don't even want to think about how much they probably cost. He's smirking at me.
I blush richly (why?). "Did I say that out loud?"
Sensing my embarassment, he ignores my question, and concocts one of his own. "So what the hell you doin'?" Still smirking.
"Looking for a present...for Adam...for no reason..." I'm a private kinda guy.
He lets out an arrogant little laugh.
Shane:
"You ain't gonna find anything here." Silly little man. "I know a real nice place on Melrose, lemme go get me slippers, and-"
He cuts me off. "Dressed like this?"
"Raoul doesn't mind. Raoul knows me."
"Who's Raoul???"
Duh! "The owner, silly goose," I laugh. How naive and sheltered can one be. I take out my cel. "Raoul, we're comin' over." I shut off.
Kurt:
"Just...just like that, huh?" I ask, doubting his certainty. He shrugs lazily. I then think of something of something else. "So...why are you doing this for me?"
He looks almost hurt. Shane? Con emotion? "Why, Kurt...I'm your friend, aren't I? It's a gesture of of kindness..." He turns the melodrama down a few notches. "And besides, would you rather buy a $15.00 tee shirt that affirms you've been here? "
That's true. Maybe this is Shane being genuinely nice. "Thank you, Shane. Ok. Let's go."
30 MINUTES LATER
Adam:
Ok, yeah, some caring boyfriend I am. I fell right back to sleep. And he's not here...something's not right... I call the front desk.
"Good Morning!"
Bad morning. "Yeah, hi, has anyone in..." oh jesus, "stars and stripes pajamas come down?"
I can snickering in the background. Shut up. "Actually, yes, he just left a little while ago with someone else in pajamas." More snickering.
"Do you know who?"
"I haven't a clue, Sir. He was on a cellular phone, and called out 'ta ta!' before he walked out the door."
I hung up the phone. Why was Kurt out with Shane McMahon so early in the morning?
Kurt:
We walk in to the smells of exotic coffees, the sounds of celestial, handcrafted windchimes receptive to any movement, and the lush golds and crimsons of pots, boxes, figurines, and...Shane's laughing at me, because I look like I've walked out of a cave for the first time in my 32 years...anyway, this is indeed a store that appeals to the senses. "Like what you see?" he chuckles, putting his hand on my back. I jump a bit in response (why?).
"It's gorgeous...everything is...it's..."
"It's on me."
My eyes widen. "What...Shane, no...I have money!"
"That's not the issue, hon. Think of it as a gift from me." Funny as this is supposed to be a gift from me to Adam.
"No. I can't let you do that. But that was very kind." You know me and integrity.
He sighes. "Then at least let me take you out to breakfast."
I smile. That sounds fair. "Deal."
Shane:
Snagged! Hook, line and sinker! I walk back to the front of the store and have a seat on the counter.
Raoul laughs. "Comfy?" I shrug, smugly. He continues, "You know, I ask people to not put their hands on the counter, and you go and park your ass on it."
"My green, silky ass," I purr, jokingly.
"Yeah, anyway," he rolls his eyes. "Who's your little patriotic friend?"
"That's Kurt. He's here to buy someone...somethin', I dunno. I jus' think he's hot." I move in closer to Raoul. "Look at that ass."
He rubs his chin. "Not bad."
"Anyway, lemme go see if he's found something."
He doesn't hold anything for longer than 30 seconds, except for this little red silk box with a gold mantra, which he constantly picks up, puts down, and so forth. His sexy lil' brows are furrowing. "I...I don't know if..."
"You don't want anything here?" I had a feeling he was going to take longer with that sentence than the one on the Rosetta Stone.
Kurt:
"It's not that I don't like anything here...everything's beautiful...nothing really screams 'Adam', though."
His hand is right back on my, well, back. But suddenly he seems a lot closer than he was a second ago. "That's fine, babe. Let's go eat."
We go, and I don't think I even need to tell you the quality of the restaurant. Afterwards, he won't even let me see the check. As we're about to leave, he puts his hand on mine, and looks me straight in the eye. "I want to take you out again."
Adam:
I'm in the shower when I hear the door open. "Kurt?" I call through the lobster boiling-worthy water.
"Yeah, what is it?"
Um, duh. "Where were you and Shane at 7:00 in the morning in your pajamas?"
"Breakfast."
Breakfast. I ponder this, and decide I want to continue the conversation face to face. I get out, wrap around a towel, and walk into the room. "Breakfast."
"Yeah." he says, as I'm making a big deal. "His treat."
"Why didn't you guys wake me up, I would have liked to come."
Kurt:
Shit. "You looked so peaceful...and I thought...I thought you were still mad at me..." I pout the signature Angle pout.
"Oh honey..." he gives me a hug, and assures the opposite. Snagged! Hook, line and sinker!
THAT NIGHT
Adam:
I see Shane as I walk to my locker room. "Hey babe, what's up?"
"Hi. Hey, I think someone left a package in your room."
"Um, ok. Oh, that was really nice of you to take out Kurt this morning. Next time, wake me up, hehe, ok?"
He nods. "Sure. See ya."
Now what the hell could be in my room? I run in like a child at Christmas, and open up the extravagant wrapping...it's a beautiful red silk box with an imprinted gold mantra...with a card...I'm so sorry about the other night. Happy 6 months. I love you ~Kurt
"Aww, how sweet," I say to myself, apparently. Funny...I didn't know Kurt had such neat cursive...
LATER THAT NIGHT
Kurt:
It's 11:30 at night. I'm exhausted, but somehow, Shane convinced me to meet him at this little pub after our taping. He's sitting there, smug as usual, at the first table. I look at him with my hands on my hips. "You bought it."
"Yesss, I did." Shameless.
"He came up to me after the show, and showered me with kisses, telling me how sorry he was for being so insensitive."
He looks at me as if I left of in the middle of a sentence. "Well?"
"What?"
"You're welcome."
I roll my eyes and take a seat beside him. "Thank you, Shane, but you didn't have to do that...I feel bad...you're already taking me out to dinner...I feel like I owe you...god, I'm just in debt, to everyone, aren't I...?
Shane:
He's so cute when he rambles. But he looks like he's on the brink of combustion; let me cut a deal. "You take me out then." His expression look affirmative, but before he could answer, I added, "but I pick the place."
i could make you happy,
you know if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
AT THE HOTEL
Adam:
The phone rings as soon as soon as I walk into my door. I wanted to take Kurt out for a surprise dinner tonight, but he was nowhere to be found, so I took some friends up on a drinking offer. "Talk to me."
"Talking."
"Shane-o-mac?"
"The one and only."
"'Sup, my man?"
"The moon, the stars, and your cock to my voice."
Classic Shane kitsch. "Yeah, right."
"So anyway, how's Kurt? I heard he got you something nice."
"He's..." I look around my room. The incredible disapearing boyfriend. "...not here...do you have any idea where he might be?"
"No clue, amigo...maybe buying you some more presents."
"Heh. Maybe. Well...I'm sure he's fine...he's a big boy, I can trust him."
He laughs. I don't see why that's funny, but then people laugh at Jim Carey, so I don't ask. "Of course you can...ok, just wanted to say como estas and buenos noches."
"Yeah, " I reply, tired. "Tacos."
"I'll smell ya later."
I rub my eyes. "Later." I take the phone down from my ear, and feel it drop from my hands...so...sleepy...
THE RESTAURANT
Shane:
"Buh bye." I hang up my cel and walk back to the restaurant table where Kurt waits, fiddling with his utensils. 'Won't he tell Adam he was with me', you ask? Ha! Not when I'm done with him!
"Who was that?" he asks, his gorgeous blue eyes accentuated by the red-orange lighting.
"Dad," I say flatly. "Business stuff."
Kurt looks around the place, and down at the table in front of him. "I've never had Thai food before...Shane?"
"I'm listening." I'm not listening. I'm staring at him. "Thai food...is exotic...and fun...and different from the same stuff you have at home everyday...when you want to let go of your inhibitions...and let yourself free to enjoy the night and whatever comes with it..."
Hmm...I don't think we're talking noodles anymore, Toto.
Kurt:
I grin. "Wow. I never thought of food that way." I never felt so sheltered until now either. I thought it was risque the first time I put garlic in my potatos, so yeah...what does that say? A lavishly large platter of who knows what is set before us, and I'm rendered speechless.
Shane laughs at my expression. "Just dig in, babe." I take one bite and gulp down half of my water. He laughs harder.
"It's hot," I say in defense, catching my breath.
"You have no idea."
I look up to see him smirking. "What?" I ask.
"Nevermind. Eat." And the rest of dinner is like this. He makes little remarks, and then verbally erases them. Is he trying to tell me something...?
Shane:
I wonder if he knows I'm trying to tell him something. He finishes -the whole thing, I might add- and smiles at me. "This was a very good choice, Shane. Thank you."
The check comes. "No, thank you." He is about to take, but I pull his hand away.
"No, you paid the last time! And a gift I didn't even ask for!"
I give him direct eye contact. "I can give you more."
"What?"
"Nevermind," I snicker.
Kurt:
He did it again! And once again, he doesn't let me get a word in edgewise. He lets me pay, and while I do, asks, "Come over for coffee."
"I...I...Ok." I don't where that ok came from. I can't understand why I said that -not that I have any reason to avoid going, though.
And in what seems like a flash, we are outside, with Shane hailing "Cab me!" A second later we are back in the hotel, where I am very chary, as I don't need rumors to start.
Figues, he has the suite. As I find a comfy spot on the sofa, he picks up the phone and simply says, "Room 110. Cappuccino me."
"Cappucino?" I ask, with the feeling I maybe shouldn't have come here after all. "I'll be up all night." Shane ponders this for a moment. He raises his eyebrows, says nothing, and joins me on the sofa. "You know, I can't be here too long," I remind him. "We're leaving pretty early tomorrow...and I probably need sleep...and it's kinda late...you know..." I'm rambling again.
"sleep...late...I know..." he follows, just catching obviously what he wants to hear. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'm starting to doubt he has the best intentions in mind.
There's a knock at the door, and Shane returns with two full mugs. "I'm not really a coffee person," I vetch. An excuse. Any excuse.
"You also weren't really a gay person a few months ago either...I don't think this is as drastic."
With that valid point made, I take a sip. It's very, very strong. "What's in this?" It tastes like more than coffee.
He downs the mug. At this point he has moved in so close, that he is practically whispering in my ear. "Don't worry about it."
For a reason I can't explain, this sends shivers down my spine. When I turn my head, his eyes are locked with mine. With nervous laughter, I ask, "What?"
Quite casually, he remarks, "You have something on your lips."
I run my fingers over them, paranoid. "What, what is it?" I'm almost mortified.
He moves in now, even closer, answers with a sultry whisper, "Mine," and covers my lips with his own.
Why aren't I stopping him? Why aren't I stopping him? Why aren't I stopping him? His lips are so soft. Why aren't I stopping him?
I feel like this is happening beyond my control. One hand is resting on mine, the other on the back of my neck. I should be pushing them both away, but I find both arms tightly wound around him.
Shane.
Thata boy! Wow, this came easy. I finish the kiss, and await a reaction. As soon as he has comprehended what has just happened, buries his face in his hand. "It's ok," I attempt to assure him.
"No it isn't." I expect to hear sobbing behind his words, or even anger, but I hear neither. He sounds empty. He lifts his head. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything for one, and remember what I told you about Thai food...about trying something new?" I know he has a million things to justify why he should go home right now, but I don't let him answer. "I want to spoil you, Kurt. Wine and dine you...and dazzle you...and take you out everywhere all the time...be your sugar daddy." He's smiling. That's something.
I change my tone back to the one right before I kissed him. "But that's not all, Kurt...I liked what just happened before...a lot...and I can show you more." He's biting his bottom lip apprehensively. I think he half-understands. I whisper low in his ear, "I want to get down your pants, Kurt."
He looks up at me a little appaled, and...winces. I look at him thuroughly. "What was that?"
"I winced, I think."
"Why??"
He looks down. "What you said...it was a little crude." He continues to look down as my face goes from perplexed to solved.
"Oh my god..." I realize.
"What?" he asks defensively.
"You're a virgin." He says nothing. "I had no idea...I figured six months already..."
"No, well, I haven't, " he says, getting up, insulted. "I want to wait until I'm ready, which is not now, and no offense, not with you." He sighs. "Look, I have to go...Adam's probably worried...this will never happen again...I don't even know what to say to you when I see you in the hallways from now on."
"How about 'hi'?"
"Yeah," he huffs. "'hi' is fine. Bye, Shane." He walks out of the door. There is nothing like a man who can make a grand exit.
Kurt:
Adam is asleep when I get into the room and I am careful not to wake him as I lay down. I put my arm around him, and fall asleep sobbing.
see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
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