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A Balance of Harmonies: Gyrations
My last week was exhausting. My immediate boss got the flu (despite being vaccinated) and I worked three of her days. Lots of stuff came in for Valentine's Day. One of the days I opened and put away 30+ boxes of stuff. When I came by to see how she was on Saturday (when I worked in another department) and the first thing she said (after hi) was that she always makes sure to open all the boxes when they come in. One of the boxes had candle wax everywhere but where it was supposed to be. It was one of only two boxes that I didn't open, and I had planned to open them, but these were things that we had enough of and no room for them on the shelf. I'd say she's feeling better.
Title: Gyrations
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter one hundred four of
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: Pancakes, a phone, pictures, an odd temper, jealousy, a backbone, an apology, cookies, a non-office, talking it out, a great idea, interruption, pleasure, dancing, Jess’s other boyfriend
Length: about 1,900 words
Summary: Peregrine eats cookies. Emil is good to a fan and Kurt isn’t pleased with that attention.
Master list
Emil flipped the pancake over and turned to get the maple syrup out of the fridge. Tom was standing at the edge of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
Emil smiled. “Do you have anything else for me to sign?”
“I was…” Tom looked at his feet. “I was wondering…”
“Yes?”
“Would you…?” He held up his phone.
Emil lifted his eyebrows. Tom looked at his phone and blushed. “A picture. Could I get a picture with you?”
Emil grinned. “Sure.”
Kurt stepped into the living room with the weirdest look on his face. He looked immaculate, like he always did after a shower. Emil gestured him closer. Tom turned and blushed again. A burnt smell rose up behind Emil. He turned and quickly flipped the pancake. It looked golden brown and perfect, but a little daub of batter had burnt at the edge of the pan.
Kurt’s arms circled Emil’s waist, but he didn’t say anything, which was odd. Emil smiled up at him. “I didn’t burn it. Why don’t you have some coffee?”
Maybe Kurt just needed caffeine.
But Kurt didn’t let go. Emil poured more batter into the pan and stepped back against Kurt. Kurt didn’t move with him. Emil put his hands on Kurt’s arm. “I need to open the oven.”
Kurt let go of him and turned to the coffee pot. Tom glanced towards the doorway to the other part of the condo. His uncle would be out in a minute to give him a talking to. Emil slipped the pancake onto the warm plate in the oven. “Tom, Kurt can take our picture.”
“I can?”
Something was up, but Emil wasn’t about to dig with an audience. “Tom here owns several of my books and his grandparents are even bigger fans. Do you want a picture for your grandparents?”
Tom looked down. “I guess.”
Emil laughed. “One for you and one for your grandparents?”
Tom nodded and glanced back at the doorway.
“Quick, Darling, before his uncle comes out and drags him off.”
Kurt glanced toward the workmen walking through the dining room and then at Tom. “Is he likely?”
“My grandparents with the books aren’t his parents.” Tom scuffed his shoe against the floor. “He married in, only they go divorced, but he’s still my uncle, you know?”
Kurt crossed his arms.
“Please, mister.”
“Ok.” Kurt let his arms hang. “Then back to work.”
Emil turned and flipped the pancake. He was really going to burn one at this rate.
Tom told Kurt which button to press. “Like this.”
Kurt put his hand in front of the phone as it made a shutter noise. He stepped up to Emil and took the spatula from his hand. “You look like a housewife.”
Emil was wearing and apron and everything.
He quickly got out of it and passed it to Kurt. “Better?”
“Better.”
Tom took his picture and then Kurt sent Emil and Tom to stand by the front door before he took one. Emil hurried back in the kitchen to check on the food. He was just in time. He put that pancake in the oven and started a new one. When he turned back around, Tom was gone. Kurt picked up his coffee mug and took a drink.
Emil put his hands on his hips. “Just what was that about?”
“He was fawning over you.”
“Of course he was.” Emil put his apron back on. “That’s what fans do.”
“In our house.”
“Fans are my bread and butter, just like your bosses and Peregrine’s clients. I don’t go around being unfriendly to Peregrine’s clients, no matter how much I dislike them.” Emil pushed away thoughts of that hateful Matt McCormick. “And I was friendly to the people you work with. The least you can do is be friendly to mine.”
Workmen came in through the front door. Emil turned back to the food. He wasn’t even hungry anymore.
“Emil.”
“Hush.”
“Emil.” Kurt’s arms wrapped around him and his face rubbed against Emil’s neck. “I’m sorry.”
Emil patted his shoulder. “I forgive you. Now tell me what’s wrong.”
Kurt kissed his neck. “After breakfast.”
Emil touched his hand. “You do realize our room does not have a lock.”
Kurt hummed in his ear. “But the guest bedroom does.”
Emil rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to have sex when strangers were walking around his house. But if Kurt was very persuasive, he might allow himself to be talked into something.
--
Peregrine bit into a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie. “Yum.”
“Have another.” Mrs. Matheson put a few more on his plate. “I’m so glad you came by before you left today. Can you stay for lunch?”
Since Mrs. Matheson was nice enough to loan him the use of her dryer and his flight didn’t leave for hours, he agreed. “I can think of nowhere else I’d rather spend the day.”
She smiled and got a food storage box down from a shelf. “Do your men like cookies too?”
“They love cookies.” Kurt did at least. Emil wasn’t nearly so attached to sweets.
She grinned and filled the container. He got up and hugged her. If he’d been born into her family, he’d never have stayed away.
--
Kurt looked around the guest room. Every surface was covered with kitchen stuff. “We should take this food to your dad’s.”
Emil shifted a box off the bed. “Maybe the open stuff.”
Kurt felt weird being in this room. It was supposed to have been his office, but became a guest bedroom before he’d even unpacked his books. Now it looked like a storage shed. “Just one more week.”
“If everything goes according to schedule. What to tell me what was up this morning?”
Kurt sighed and leaned on the dresser. “I’m sorry. I just got jealous.”
Emil lifted his eyebrows. “Of a kid.”
“He’s not that young. I fell in love with Peregrine at eighteen. And I saw you there pretty as a picture being all domestic and the kid was looking at you like you were the best thing ever and I felt like he was imaging you in his own house and my brain stopped working.”
Emil smiled. “Come here.”
Kurt got down on his knees between Emil’s legs in the only semi-clear piece of floor. Emil pulled him close. “I love you.”
Kurt knew that, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
“You don’t get jealous when we are dancing.”
Just the thought of someone flirting with Kurt’s boyfriend in Kurt’s kitchen made his blood boil. “None of those people were in our house.”
“Kurt, my love.”
Kurt looked up at him.
“Let’s get a hotel room for today and tonight and pack up all we need and get ready for the Halloween party from there.” He grinned. “Because if I’m going to look like an intern mussed up by the boss, I want to be thoroughly mussed up.”
Kurt put his arms around Emil and pulled him close. He would give him a thorough mussing up right here.
Someone knocked on the door.
Kurt stood up with a sigh. “Pack. The sooner we leave the better.”
He might not have been as nice to the foreman as he would have like to have been, but the guy had interrupted them twice already and it wasn’t even noon.
--
Emil sat down on the soft hotel couch. They had used up more of the day than he would have liked. Kurt had decided to take everything they needed for the week to Dad’s, plus all their perishable food and a lot that wasn’t. That had taken two trips. Wouldn’t coming by tomorrow to take their stuff to the hotel they were spending the week at be better? Now they would have to take all their stuff back downstairs and out to the car, but at least Peregrine would be with them. He was coming home tonight. Eight more hours felt like forever.
Kurt sat beside Emil. “Do you want to get your shower in?”
Emil had been so busy he’d never gotten that far. “Are you going to join me?”
Kurt grinned. “My pleasure.”
Emil would make sure it was.
--
Kurt leaned on the bar and watched Emil dance. This had to be the best sight ever. Well, this and Peregrine painting. Did that mean Emil should have been a dancer? Or did Kurt need to spend more time watching Emil write?
Either way Emil was beautiful.
Jess stepped close to Kurt. “Can you see my boys?”
Kurt stood up and looked around the dance floor. Greg was dancing close to a dark haired person who was short enough to be Stav. But as Kurt had only met the kid once in passing, he couldn’t be sure. “By the restrooms.”
Jess sighed. “That’s just where I was. When’s Peregrine coming back?”
“He’s flying in tonight.”
“Are you going to bring him by?”
Kurt shook his head and turned back to watch Emil. “He won’t be in until eleven.”
“And you’re taking him straight home? I don’t blame you.”
Emil switched partners again. This one didn’t know what she was doing. Kurt glanced at Jess. “How come you didn’t go to Carly’s party?”
“Besides that her parties are always boring? The last time we got together, Diemen and Pavel acquired two preschoolers and Diego and Lavender adopted babies, so Carly planned a family friendly party with kids. Now I’ve added to my family recently, but I’m not asking other people to work around that. And when you said you were going here, we thought we would come along.”
Greg and Stav had worked their way across the floor and were now dancing near Emil. Kurt pointed them out to Jess. “Stav likes to dance?”
Jess nodded. “And so does Greg now. Stav’s loosened Greg up so much. It’s like having two new boyfriends.”
She grinned at Kurt. He grinned back. He’d experienced the same thing recently.
She patted his arm. “Let’s go add our hips to the gyrations.”
Kurt followed her into the crowd. He normally didn’t dance until almost time to head home, but since they were going to the airport straight from the party and then to the hotel with Peregrine, he would need to take breaks and cool down. He danced across from Emil, but not too close.
Greg joined them for a while. He was all smiles, even for Emil. That was the way Kurt wanted his friends to be with his lovers. If Greg could just keep that up with Peregrine, they all would be fine.
Stav and Jess danced close. Stav was a sweet young thing despite being dipped, dyed, and painted. Or maybe because of. He had to be twenty-one to enter the nightclub, but he looked closer to seventeen. Jess left him in Emil’s care and nodded toward the bar. Greg wrapped his arms around her and gave her the kind of attention he would have to for them to be together this long. They smiled at each other and Kurt and watched Stav dance.
If anyone would have said that Kurt would spend a comfortable evening in Greg’s company, Kurt never would have believed it. Stav made all the difference. Just like Emil did for Kurt and Peregrine.
Kurt checked the time. Only a few more hours until Kurt had both his men where he wanted them. In his arms.
Title: Gyrations
Series: A Balance of Harmonies (Three)
Status: Chapter one hundred four of
Genre: m/m romance, drama, city life, businessmen
Rating: R
Content: Pancakes, a phone, pictures, an odd temper, jealousy, a backbone, an apology, cookies, a non-office, talking it out, a great idea, interruption, pleasure, dancing, Jess’s other boyfriend
Length: about 1,900 words
Summary: Peregrine eats cookies. Emil is good to a fan and Kurt isn’t pleased with that attention.
Master list
Emil flipped the pancake over and turned to get the maple syrup out of the fridge. Tom was standing at the edge of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.
Emil smiled. “Do you have anything else for me to sign?”
“I was…” Tom looked at his feet. “I was wondering…”
“Yes?”
“Would you…?” He held up his phone.
Emil lifted his eyebrows. Tom looked at his phone and blushed. “A picture. Could I get a picture with you?”
Emil grinned. “Sure.”
Kurt stepped into the living room with the weirdest look on his face. He looked immaculate, like he always did after a shower. Emil gestured him closer. Tom turned and blushed again. A burnt smell rose up behind Emil. He turned and quickly flipped the pancake. It looked golden brown and perfect, but a little daub of batter had burnt at the edge of the pan.
Kurt’s arms circled Emil’s waist, but he didn’t say anything, which was odd. Emil smiled up at him. “I didn’t burn it. Why don’t you have some coffee?”
Maybe Kurt just needed caffeine.
But Kurt didn’t let go. Emil poured more batter into the pan and stepped back against Kurt. Kurt didn’t move with him. Emil put his hands on Kurt’s arm. “I need to open the oven.”
Kurt let go of him and turned to the coffee pot. Tom glanced towards the doorway to the other part of the condo. His uncle would be out in a minute to give him a talking to. Emil slipped the pancake onto the warm plate in the oven. “Tom, Kurt can take our picture.”
“I can?”
Something was up, but Emil wasn’t about to dig with an audience. “Tom here owns several of my books and his grandparents are even bigger fans. Do you want a picture for your grandparents?”
Tom looked down. “I guess.”
Emil laughed. “One for you and one for your grandparents?”
Tom nodded and glanced back at the doorway.
“Quick, Darling, before his uncle comes out and drags him off.”
Kurt glanced toward the workmen walking through the dining room and then at Tom. “Is he likely?”
“My grandparents with the books aren’t his parents.” Tom scuffed his shoe against the floor. “He married in, only they go divorced, but he’s still my uncle, you know?”
Kurt crossed his arms.
“Please, mister.”
“Ok.” Kurt let his arms hang. “Then back to work.”
Emil turned and flipped the pancake. He was really going to burn one at this rate.
Tom told Kurt which button to press. “Like this.”
Kurt put his hand in front of the phone as it made a shutter noise. He stepped up to Emil and took the spatula from his hand. “You look like a housewife.”
Emil was wearing and apron and everything.
He quickly got out of it and passed it to Kurt. “Better?”
“Better.”
Tom took his picture and then Kurt sent Emil and Tom to stand by the front door before he took one. Emil hurried back in the kitchen to check on the food. He was just in time. He put that pancake in the oven and started a new one. When he turned back around, Tom was gone. Kurt picked up his coffee mug and took a drink.
Emil put his hands on his hips. “Just what was that about?”
“He was fawning over you.”
“Of course he was.” Emil put his apron back on. “That’s what fans do.”
“In our house.”
“Fans are my bread and butter, just like your bosses and Peregrine’s clients. I don’t go around being unfriendly to Peregrine’s clients, no matter how much I dislike them.” Emil pushed away thoughts of that hateful Matt McCormick. “And I was friendly to the people you work with. The least you can do is be friendly to mine.”
Workmen came in through the front door. Emil turned back to the food. He wasn’t even hungry anymore.
“Emil.”
“Hush.”
“Emil.” Kurt’s arms wrapped around him and his face rubbed against Emil’s neck. “I’m sorry.”
Emil patted his shoulder. “I forgive you. Now tell me what’s wrong.”
Kurt kissed his neck. “After breakfast.”
Emil touched his hand. “You do realize our room does not have a lock.”
Kurt hummed in his ear. “But the guest bedroom does.”
Emil rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to have sex when strangers were walking around his house. But if Kurt was very persuasive, he might allow himself to be talked into something.
--
Peregrine bit into a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie. “Yum.”
“Have another.” Mrs. Matheson put a few more on his plate. “I’m so glad you came by before you left today. Can you stay for lunch?”
Since Mrs. Matheson was nice enough to loan him the use of her dryer and his flight didn’t leave for hours, he agreed. “I can think of nowhere else I’d rather spend the day.”
She smiled and got a food storage box down from a shelf. “Do your men like cookies too?”
“They love cookies.” Kurt did at least. Emil wasn’t nearly so attached to sweets.
She grinned and filled the container. He got up and hugged her. If he’d been born into her family, he’d never have stayed away.
--
Kurt looked around the guest room. Every surface was covered with kitchen stuff. “We should take this food to your dad’s.”
Emil shifted a box off the bed. “Maybe the open stuff.”
Kurt felt weird being in this room. It was supposed to have been his office, but became a guest bedroom before he’d even unpacked his books. Now it looked like a storage shed. “Just one more week.”
“If everything goes according to schedule. What to tell me what was up this morning?”
Kurt sighed and leaned on the dresser. “I’m sorry. I just got jealous.”
Emil lifted his eyebrows. “Of a kid.”
“He’s not that young. I fell in love with Peregrine at eighteen. And I saw you there pretty as a picture being all domestic and the kid was looking at you like you were the best thing ever and I felt like he was imaging you in his own house and my brain stopped working.”
Emil smiled. “Come here.”
Kurt got down on his knees between Emil’s legs in the only semi-clear piece of floor. Emil pulled him close. “I love you.”
Kurt knew that, but it didn’t make him feel any better.
“You don’t get jealous when we are dancing.”
Just the thought of someone flirting with Kurt’s boyfriend in Kurt’s kitchen made his blood boil. “None of those people were in our house.”
“Kurt, my love.”
Kurt looked up at him.
“Let’s get a hotel room for today and tonight and pack up all we need and get ready for the Halloween party from there.” He grinned. “Because if I’m going to look like an intern mussed up by the boss, I want to be thoroughly mussed up.”
Kurt put his arms around Emil and pulled him close. He would give him a thorough mussing up right here.
Someone knocked on the door.
Kurt stood up with a sigh. “Pack. The sooner we leave the better.”
He might not have been as nice to the foreman as he would have like to have been, but the guy had interrupted them twice already and it wasn’t even noon.
--
Emil sat down on the soft hotel couch. They had used up more of the day than he would have liked. Kurt had decided to take everything they needed for the week to Dad’s, plus all their perishable food and a lot that wasn’t. That had taken two trips. Wouldn’t coming by tomorrow to take their stuff to the hotel they were spending the week at be better? Now they would have to take all their stuff back downstairs and out to the car, but at least Peregrine would be with them. He was coming home tonight. Eight more hours felt like forever.
Kurt sat beside Emil. “Do you want to get your shower in?”
Emil had been so busy he’d never gotten that far. “Are you going to join me?”
Kurt grinned. “My pleasure.”
Emil would make sure it was.
--
Kurt leaned on the bar and watched Emil dance. This had to be the best sight ever. Well, this and Peregrine painting. Did that mean Emil should have been a dancer? Or did Kurt need to spend more time watching Emil write?
Either way Emil was beautiful.
Jess stepped close to Kurt. “Can you see my boys?”
Kurt stood up and looked around the dance floor. Greg was dancing close to a dark haired person who was short enough to be Stav. But as Kurt had only met the kid once in passing, he couldn’t be sure. “By the restrooms.”
Jess sighed. “That’s just where I was. When’s Peregrine coming back?”
“He’s flying in tonight.”
“Are you going to bring him by?”
Kurt shook his head and turned back to watch Emil. “He won’t be in until eleven.”
“And you’re taking him straight home? I don’t blame you.”
Emil switched partners again. This one didn’t know what she was doing. Kurt glanced at Jess. “How come you didn’t go to Carly’s party?”
“Besides that her parties are always boring? The last time we got together, Diemen and Pavel acquired two preschoolers and Diego and Lavender adopted babies, so Carly planned a family friendly party with kids. Now I’ve added to my family recently, but I’m not asking other people to work around that. And when you said you were going here, we thought we would come along.”
Greg and Stav had worked their way across the floor and were now dancing near Emil. Kurt pointed them out to Jess. “Stav likes to dance?”
Jess nodded. “And so does Greg now. Stav’s loosened Greg up so much. It’s like having two new boyfriends.”
She grinned at Kurt. He grinned back. He’d experienced the same thing recently.
She patted his arm. “Let’s go add our hips to the gyrations.”
Kurt followed her into the crowd. He normally didn’t dance until almost time to head home, but since they were going to the airport straight from the party and then to the hotel with Peregrine, he would need to take breaks and cool down. He danced across from Emil, but not too close.
Greg joined them for a while. He was all smiles, even for Emil. That was the way Kurt wanted his friends to be with his lovers. If Greg could just keep that up with Peregrine, they all would be fine.
Stav and Jess danced close. Stav was a sweet young thing despite being dipped, dyed, and painted. Or maybe because of. He had to be twenty-one to enter the nightclub, but he looked closer to seventeen. Jess left him in Emil’s care and nodded toward the bar. Greg wrapped his arms around her and gave her the kind of attention he would have to for them to be together this long. They smiled at each other and Kurt and watched Stav dance.
If anyone would have said that Kurt would spend a comfortable evening in Greg’s company, Kurt never would have believed it. Stav made all the difference. Just like Emil did for Kurt and Peregrine.
Kurt checked the time. Only a few more hours until Kurt had both his men where he wanted them. In his arms.