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A knock at the door tells Kurt everything he needs to know, Bertel is here for their study session.
Kurt's university apartment had become the place for the two men to meet to study in the evenings. After Kurt puts his baby down at 6, Bertel is there nearly half an hour later, with his statistics and business books piled into an old backpack.
Kurt opens the door, greeting the man dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants with a soft smile. He'd be lying if he said the sight of the man looking soft like that, light brown hair floppy, curling around his neck, wouldn't make his heart flutter.
Bertel smirks, dropping his heavy backpack to the wooden floor with a thud that makes Kurt tense. If he wakes up the baby next door, it'll be Bertel to rock him back to sleep.
Kurt closes the door, and the second he turns around, Bertel slams him against the wall, and before he knows it they are kissing. Bertel fumbles to grasp at Kurt's sides through the white dress shirt he had to wear.
Kurt tangles a hand in Bertel's hair, tightening in a way he knows the man will moan at. He swallows the noise he gets out of Bertel. The other hand grips his hip, yanking him closer.
"What's with the suit, Mr Byman..?" He wraps his fingers around the black tie, thumb stroking the silk, before he looks up to Kurt and pulls, dragging his head down. "It's hot. I like it."
Kurt flushes red.
"Bertel.."
"Kurt.." He mocks, kissing his stubbly cheek. It's a reminder to shave, it's been annoying him.
"I need to study for this exam. And so do you. I can't be distracted."
"Oh so I'm distracting, am I?" Bertel whispers quietly, kissing his jaw, nibbling at the skin until Kurt hisses.
"Yes.. Yes you are, c'mon, I'll make coffee." Kurt kisses Bertel's temple, Bertel stepping away and scooping up his bag and making his way to the sofa.
Kurt rubs his face. They aren't anything, so why is he feeling like this? They aren't boyfriends, strictly friends that fuck occasionally. They do it to have fun, to take a break from university. So Kurt needs to stop wanting to ask for more, stop wanting in general.
He pulls himself away from the wall and pads into the kitchen, flicking the kettle. He takes Bertel's mug from the cupboard, a white mug with a chip on the rim. It has no identifying element to link it to Bertel, but it subconsciously has become his mug in Kurt's house. Kurt wants him to stay.
When he looks over, stirring the coffee around, Bertel is sitting on his sofa, hunched over a spread of books, seemingly lost. Kurt finds it adorable, heart beating faster.
He places a mug in front of Bertel, pressing a kiss to his hair. "For you."
He murmurs a "Thanks."
"Do you know what the exam's gonna be like?" Kurt asks, flopping next to the younger man, glancing at his own law books.
"Bad. Everyone's saying it's gonna be the worst yet." Bertel looks at him with a frown.
Kurt gives a sympathetic look. So that's probably why he pounced when Kurt opened the door, just needing a release. But Kurt will do anything for that man because, hell, he loves him. Sometimes, as much as he hates it, he cannot give everything.
"You'll be okay. Promise." Kurt pats his knee. "I'm here for you."
Bertel huffs and runs a hand through his hair and for a brief moment, Kurt wishes it was him doing that, comforting him. He won't lean into it, it's distracting and dangerous. And frankly, Kurt has been thinking of that man too much lately.
Kurt bumps their shoulders together.
"Study. C'mon. Do some reading."
Bertel flashes a soft smile and nudges his shoulder gently.
While Kurt is in the middle of reading a paragraph, a hand touches his thigh, then, when he pays no attention to it, it climbs higher.
"I want you, y'know."
It's Bertel, pushing the book out of his hands, sliding it onto the table. Fuck. Bertel's great at distracting him, making him forget what he was originally doing.
Bertel pushes him, so his back rests against the back of the sofa, then climbs into his lap, hands on his shoulders. His knees on each side of Kurt's thighs. Instinctively, Kurt clasps his hands around his hips, just as Bertel pulls him into a kiss that silences his mind. Everything he was thinking of, vanishes. Bertel is good for him in that way.
Kurt doesn't realise Bertel is undoing his tie, throwing it aside and unbuttoning his shirt until he feels cold fingertips and warm palms stroking over the exposed skin.
"Bertel.." He moans against the younger mans lips, red and spit slick. Bertel rocks forwards, rubbing his clothed dick against his stomach, breathing heavily at the friction he gives himself. "Bertel, please.."
"What? What do you want Kurt?" He grabs Kurt's jaw, tilting it so he looks directly at Bertel, eyes half closed. He's so easy. It doesn't take long to reduce Kurt to mush, just some kissing and touching to get him so pliable under his hands.
"Fuck you, you know? Meant to be studying and- and-"
He cuts himself off when Bertel dives down and starts sucking at his pulse point, a graze of teeth making his hips buck.
"And what, Kurt? Keep talking, tell me what you want.."
"F-fuckk.."
Bertel keeps kissing and biting at his neck, surely leaving marks to be seen later on, that Kurt will have no regrets about happening. He is Bertel's. His.
As Bertel begins rocking back and forth, a baby's cry can be heard from the other room. Shit. Josua.
"Bertel, please.. I need him.."
"He's fine, Kurt-"
"No. He needs me.. please.. just one second."
Bertel sighs and rolls off of him, slumped on the sofa as Kurt rushes into his bedroom, where Josua had been sleeping.
He scoops the baby into his arms, rocking the boy until his cries die down, cheek pressed to his bar collarbone thanks to Bertel.
He walks back into the living room, where Bertel stands up and stops in front of him.
He wraps an arm around Kurt's side, the one where Josua is cuddled against, and nuzzles his nose into Josua's brown hair, pressing a soft kiss there.
"Sorry."
Kurt's heart stops. Is he calling it off? Realised Kurt is so difficult to love? Realised having a baby in their mix is too much?
"What for?"
"Keeping you away from your boy. He's a good one, y'know? Look's like you already. And that's a good fuckin' compliment." Bertel grins, poking Kurt's cheek with his other hand, before it cups his cheek properly. Bertel gives him a look, like he is taking in all his features. His sharp nose, the stubble under it, that spreads to up his cheeks and to his jaw. His curly brown hair that is long overdue a trim. Bertel's looking at him like he's contemplating something dangerous. Kurt's done with contemplating he's ready, he's ready for Bertel.
"Is it?"
"He has your nose, and hair already. Got your pretty eyes too." Bertel's eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, before he leans in and kisses him softly, a stark contrast to the others they've shared this evening.
For a minute, they kiss softly, breathing into the other's mouth, until Josua stirs again.
"C'mon, we can stay on the sofa."
Kurt lays on his back, shedding his shirt with help from Bertel, as taking a shirt off with a restless baby in his arms is more difficult as a one man job. Bertel neatly folds it and places it on the edge of Kurt's bed.
He returns to the sight of Kurt already half asleep with Josua laying on his chest. Kurt is instinctively rubbing Josua's back, nearly the full size of his palm.
Bertel kisses Kurt's forehead gently, stroking stray curls from his forehead. He climbs onto Kurt's chest too with care and caution to not disturb the baby, but he too gets tucked under an arm, eyes slipping shut.
Kurt is exactly where he wants to be. With the two people he loves the most.