An Accident of Circumstance: Chapter 23
Chapter 23
A/N: Heads up for Cancer stuff and icky things....
June 2026
Kurt’s heart was pounding with anticipation. Life had been hectic lately, and he just hadn’t had any quality time with his husband. Sure they had gotten each other off when the occasion and need arose, but they hadn’t been able to take the time to just be together in so long.
Chris was having a sleepover with Rachel, they had just come home from an exquisite dinner at a restaurant they only recently could afford, and now Mike was pinning him against the wall, kissing him hard and deep and longingly. “This was a good idea,” Mike murmured against his lips. “I like this idea.” Another kiss. “I like you.”
Kurt hummed in approval. “Good, ‘cause I kinda sorta like you a lot.” Mike’s knee brushed up against his erection, sending him keening into his husband’s arms. “God I want to fuck you.”
Mike grinned, stepping back suddenly and tugging Kurt towards the bed. “Well then, what are you waiting for?” Kurt walked around the bed to retrieve the supplies from the nightstand. When he looked up, Mike was naked, legs splayed wide, presenting himself. “Take me,” he gushed dramatically.
Kurt snorted as he quickly removed his own clothing. “Honey, if that’s how your acting looks, we might need to start thinking of finding you another career.”
Mike smirked. “That’s ‘cause I’m not acting.”
Kurt winced playfully. “Frankly that’s even more worrisome.”
“Kuuurt, come on, stop teasing.”
Kurt picked up the lube, tossing it into the air a few times. “I don’t know...” he drawled. Mike pouted, looking down at him in exaggerated sadness. “Only if you say the magic words.”
“Please and thank you?” Mike asked.
Kurt scowled. “Nope. I don’t know, I don’t think you want this enough.”
“Hmm,” Mike hummed as his thought aloud, tucking his closed hand under his chin. “Bibbity bobbity boo?”
“Mike.”
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
“Mike!”
“I love you?” his husband asked cheekily.
Kurt draped himself over Mike’s body. “Now you’ve got it.” With one last deep kiss, Kurt pulled back, coating his fingers with lube. “Now let’s see if I’ve still got it.” Slowly he worked his fingers around Mike’s rim, teasing him slightly. To be fair, he was mostly just reveling in the moment. But soon Mike’s twitching hips were just too alluring to ignore and Kurt slid a finger inside. Mike winced, hissing a little bit as his face scrunched up. Kurt frowned. “Sweetie, you okay?”
“Yeah,” Mike gasped breathlessly. “Just...don’t stop.” Something was off. Mike seemed too...in control. Like he was holding himself back for some reason. But Kurt tried to ignore it, focusing on stretching his husband open, making him feel good. Finally, when he seemed loose enough, Kurt pulled back, fumbling for the lube and a condom. Mike grabbed his hand. “Can we not tonight? I want to feel you.” Nodding, Kurt leaned down for a kiss before preparing himself and pressing gently into his husband. They usually didn’t do this, but every once in awhile...it made it special.
They rocked in unison, a gasping moan escaping his lips as he felt his husband take him in, slowly losing himself to the feeling. Mike was relentless, fucking onto him like his life depended on it. Kurt knew he couldn’t last. It had just been too long and it felt so good...he shuddered as he poured into Mike, kissing every inch of skin he could find. Moments later Mike spasmed around his softening cock, coming with a shout.
Kurt froze. He knew all of his husband’s sounds, and that was not one he had ever heard before, not in bed at least. That was a cry of pain, not pleasure. He started to pull back to ask what was wrong before he looked down to see a bloody splatter coating their bodies, the pearl and scarlet mixing in a way that would be beautiful if it weren’t nauseatingly terrifying. Mike was gasping, his face contorted in pain. “Honey, what is it, what’s going on? Mike, talk to me sweetie.”
His husband opened his tear filled eyes. “It hurts...burning...”
Kurt nodded absently. “Okay, okay. I’m going to get something to clean us up and then we’ll cuddle and call the doctor and figure out what’s going on.”
Mike nodded shakily. “Yeah.”
“Has this happened before?”
Mike shook his head. “No, not really. At least not as bad, sometimes it hurt a little when I went to the bathroom, but I thought I just was dehydrated. The blood...” he looked like he was going to be sick. “That’s new. Oh god, something’s wrong, that’s not supposed to happen...”
Ignoring the mess between them, Kurt pulled Mike into a strong hug. “It’s gonna be alright,” he murmured into his ear.
If only he could believe it.
*#*#*#*#*#*#*
The doctor looked at them grimly across from his looming desk, the cluttered surface putting just too much distance between them. “We got your test results back...it’s prostate cancer.”
Kurt gasped and he watched as Mike slumped in his seat. “How bad?” his husband asked weakly.
“Stage four.”
Kurt closed his eyes briefly at the words, automatically reaching out his hand, which Mike instantly took. “Is there anything you can do?”
The doctor shook his head. “The cancer is too far advanced at this point, it has spread too much. We can try to do our best to make you comfortable, Mike. But I’m afraid that’s all we really can do.”
“How long,” Mike asked, his voice flat.
“I’d say six months tops. Maybe a year. Probably not.” Mike nodded once, his head bowed. The doctor stood. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”
“Thank you,” Kurt replied, his mouth seeming on a different circuit from the rest of his brain, his body, his feelings. Mike gasped, dropping his face into his hands as his body shook with the force of his sobs. Kurt sniffed loudly, trying to stay strong as he wrapped his arms around his husband but he just couldn’t do it. “We’ll get a second opinion. We’re going to fight this thing.”
“But Kurt-”
Kurt shook his head fiercely. “No, I’m not giving up and I’m not letting you give up, okay?”
Mike smiled at him weakly. “I love you.”
A lump formed in Kurt’s throat. “I love you too.”
*#*#*#*#*#*#*
They got a second opinion. And a third. And by the fourth, Kurt was finally forced to accept the fact that he was going to lose his husband. That Chris would lose a father. They hadn’t said anything to their son yet, just in case there was some hope. But none of the doctors were optimistic at all. They had to break the news to him.
Mike was handling this so well. Somehow, in spite of everything, he still managed to see the good in life, still managed to put a contagious smile on his face. That’s not to say he was purely stoic; Kurt had held him in their bed as he cried buckets of tears for the past week. But somehow he was managing to make the most of everything and Kurt had never loved him more.
“Chris?” Kurt called out, poking his head into his son’s bedroom. “Papa and I need to talk to you.” His son’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed.
Mike chuckled, walking over and sitting down next to Chris on the bed. “We know you didn’t do anything. No one is in trouble. We just have something really important to talk to you about.”
“What is it Papa?” Chris asked earnestly, and Kurt’s heart broke.
“Well, Daddy took me to the doctor because I wasn’t feeling okay, and they told me that I’m really, really sick.”
Chris reached out a hand, pressing it to Mike’s forehead. “You don’t feel sick.”
“No, sweetie, it’s not that kind of sick,” Kurt informed him as he sat on his opposite side, taking his tiny hand into his own.
“It’s something called cancer. My body accidentally made too many cells, you know the stuff that makes us up. And there’s just no room for them. And they get angry because they want more room so they start attacking the healthy cells. But the extra cells, they don’t know how to work like the healthy cells do. All they know how to do is fight. So my body just doesn’t know how to work right anymore.”
Chris frowned. “Are you going to be okay, Papa?”
Mike sniffed, valiantly fighting back tears. “Remember what happened to Pipsqueak?”
Chris nodded. “You said he had to go far away and even though he loved us he couldn’t ever come back.”
“Yeah,” Mike replied. “I’m going to be with Pipsqueak.”
Chris’s face lit up. “You’re bringing him back? He was the best cat ever...”
Mike shook his head. “No, bud. I’m not going to be able to come back either.”
Chris froze. “No.” He shook his head vigorously. “NO. NO. NO,” he started screaming. “You can’t leave! You’re my Papa! I need you! Daddy needs you!”
Tears started flowing down Mike’s face, Kurt’s too for that matter. “I know, honey, I know,” Kurt soothed, trying to keep it together. “But this isn’t Papa’s fault. He doesn’t want to be sick, he doesn’t want to go away anymore than you want him to leave.”
Chris looked crestfallen at his words. “I’m sorry Papa,” he whispered.
Mike leaned down and kissed him on the head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, I had the same reaction when I found out.”
Chris looked up at him sadly. “The doctors can’t make you all better?”
“Even they can’t fix everything,” Mike informed him soothingly. “But you know what we’re gonna do?” Chris shook his head. We are going to do all the stuff we always wanted to do but never had the time for. We are going to have so much fun and make so many memories that you’ll have for the rest of your life.” Kurt wondered if he could make these promises, wondered how long Mike had before he was too sick to move. “You’re never gonna forget me. I promise.”
Chris nodded softly, tears still streaming down his face. He burrowed in between them, and Kurt wrapped his arms around his two favorite boys, wishing desperately that if he held on hard enough he’d be able to hold this moment in time forever and nothing would have to change and he wouldn’t ever have to lose another person he loved again.
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A/N: Heads up for Cancer stuff and icky things....
June 2026
Kurt’s heart was pounding with anticipation. Life had been hectic lately, and he just hadn’t had any quality time with his husband. Sure they had gotten each other off when the occasion and need arose, but they hadn’t been able to take the time to just be together in so long.
Chris was having a sleepover with Rachel, they had just come home from an exquisite dinner at a restaurant they only recently could afford, and now Mike was pinning him against the wall, kissing him hard and deep and longingly. “This was a good idea,” Mike murmured against his lips. “I like this idea.” Another kiss. “I like you.”
Kurt hummed in approval. “Good, ‘cause I kinda sorta like you a lot.” Mike’s knee brushed up against his erection, sending him keening into his husband’s arms. “God I want to fuck you.”
Mike grinned, stepping back suddenly and tugging Kurt towards the bed. “Well then, what are you waiting for?” Kurt walked around the bed to retrieve the supplies from the nightstand. When he looked up, Mike was naked, legs splayed wide, presenting himself. “Take me,” he gushed dramatically.
Kurt snorted as he quickly removed his own clothing. “Honey, if that’s how your acting looks, we might need to start thinking of finding you another career.”
Mike smirked. “That’s ‘cause I’m not acting.”
Kurt winced playfully. “Frankly that’s even more worrisome.”
“Kuuurt, come on, stop teasing.”
Kurt picked up the lube, tossing it into the air a few times. “I don’t know...” he drawled. Mike pouted, looking down at him in exaggerated sadness. “Only if you say the magic words.”
“Please and thank you?” Mike asked.
Kurt scowled. “Nope. I don’t know, I don’t think you want this enough.”
“Hmm,” Mike hummed as his thought aloud, tucking his closed hand under his chin. “Bibbity bobbity boo?”
“Mike.”
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
“Mike!”
“I love you?” his husband asked cheekily.
Kurt draped himself over Mike’s body. “Now you’ve got it.” With one last deep kiss, Kurt pulled back, coating his fingers with lube. “Now let’s see if I’ve still got it.” Slowly he worked his fingers around Mike’s rim, teasing him slightly. To be fair, he was mostly just reveling in the moment. But soon Mike’s twitching hips were just too alluring to ignore and Kurt slid a finger inside. Mike winced, hissing a little bit as his face scrunched up. Kurt frowned. “Sweetie, you okay?”
“Yeah,” Mike gasped breathlessly. “Just...don’t stop.” Something was off. Mike seemed too...in control. Like he was holding himself back for some reason. But Kurt tried to ignore it, focusing on stretching his husband open, making him feel good. Finally, when he seemed loose enough, Kurt pulled back, fumbling for the lube and a condom. Mike grabbed his hand. “Can we not tonight? I want to feel you.” Nodding, Kurt leaned down for a kiss before preparing himself and pressing gently into his husband. They usually didn’t do this, but every once in awhile...it made it special.
They rocked in unison, a gasping moan escaping his lips as he felt his husband take him in, slowly losing himself to the feeling. Mike was relentless, fucking onto him like his life depended on it. Kurt knew he couldn’t last. It had just been too long and it felt so good...he shuddered as he poured into Mike, kissing every inch of skin he could find. Moments later Mike spasmed around his softening cock, coming with a shout.
Kurt froze. He knew all of his husband’s sounds, and that was not one he had ever heard before, not in bed at least. That was a cry of pain, not pleasure. He started to pull back to ask what was wrong before he looked down to see a bloody splatter coating their bodies, the pearl and scarlet mixing in a way that would be beautiful if it weren’t nauseatingly terrifying. Mike was gasping, his face contorted in pain. “Honey, what is it, what’s going on? Mike, talk to me sweetie.”
His husband opened his tear filled eyes. “It hurts...burning...”
Kurt nodded absently. “Okay, okay. I’m going to get something to clean us up and then we’ll cuddle and call the doctor and figure out what’s going on.”
Mike nodded shakily. “Yeah.”
“Has this happened before?”
Mike shook his head. “No, not really. At least not as bad, sometimes it hurt a little when I went to the bathroom, but I thought I just was dehydrated. The blood...” he looked like he was going to be sick. “That’s new. Oh god, something’s wrong, that’s not supposed to happen...”
Ignoring the mess between them, Kurt pulled Mike into a strong hug. “It’s gonna be alright,” he murmured into his ear.
If only he could believe it.
*#*#*#*#*#*#*
The doctor looked at them grimly across from his looming desk, the cluttered surface putting just too much distance between them. “We got your test results back...it’s prostate cancer.”
Kurt gasped and he watched as Mike slumped in his seat. “How bad?” his husband asked weakly.
“Stage four.”
Kurt closed his eyes briefly at the words, automatically reaching out his hand, which Mike instantly took. “Is there anything you can do?”
The doctor shook his head. “The cancer is too far advanced at this point, it has spread too much. We can try to do our best to make you comfortable, Mike. But I’m afraid that’s all we really can do.”
“How long,” Mike asked, his voice flat.
“I’d say six months tops. Maybe a year. Probably not.” Mike nodded once, his head bowed. The doctor stood. “I’ll give you two a few minutes.”
“Thank you,” Kurt replied, his mouth seeming on a different circuit from the rest of his brain, his body, his feelings. Mike gasped, dropping his face into his hands as his body shook with the force of his sobs. Kurt sniffed loudly, trying to stay strong as he wrapped his arms around his husband but he just couldn’t do it. “We’ll get a second opinion. We’re going to fight this thing.”
“But Kurt-”
Kurt shook his head fiercely. “No, I’m not giving up and I’m not letting you give up, okay?”
Mike smiled at him weakly. “I love you.”
A lump formed in Kurt’s throat. “I love you too.”
*#*#*#*#*#*#*
They got a second opinion. And a third. And by the fourth, Kurt was finally forced to accept the fact that he was going to lose his husband. That Chris would lose a father. They hadn’t said anything to their son yet, just in case there was some hope. But none of the doctors were optimistic at all. They had to break the news to him.
Mike was handling this so well. Somehow, in spite of everything, he still managed to see the good in life, still managed to put a contagious smile on his face. That’s not to say he was purely stoic; Kurt had held him in their bed as he cried buckets of tears for the past week. But somehow he was managing to make the most of everything and Kurt had never loved him more.
“Chris?” Kurt called out, poking his head into his son’s bedroom. “Papa and I need to talk to you.” His son’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed.
Mike chuckled, walking over and sitting down next to Chris on the bed. “We know you didn’t do anything. No one is in trouble. We just have something really important to talk to you about.”
“What is it Papa?” Chris asked earnestly, and Kurt’s heart broke.
“Well, Daddy took me to the doctor because I wasn’t feeling okay, and they told me that I’m really, really sick.”
Chris reached out a hand, pressing it to Mike’s forehead. “You don’t feel sick.”
“No, sweetie, it’s not that kind of sick,” Kurt informed him as he sat on his opposite side, taking his tiny hand into his own.
“It’s something called cancer. My body accidentally made too many cells, you know the stuff that makes us up. And there’s just no room for them. And they get angry because they want more room so they start attacking the healthy cells. But the extra cells, they don’t know how to work like the healthy cells do. All they know how to do is fight. So my body just doesn’t know how to work right anymore.”
Chris frowned. “Are you going to be okay, Papa?”
Mike sniffed, valiantly fighting back tears. “Remember what happened to Pipsqueak?”
Chris nodded. “You said he had to go far away and even though he loved us he couldn’t ever come back.”
“Yeah,” Mike replied. “I’m going to be with Pipsqueak.”
Chris’s face lit up. “You’re bringing him back? He was the best cat ever...”
Mike shook his head. “No, bud. I’m not going to be able to come back either.”
Chris froze. “No.” He shook his head vigorously. “NO. NO. NO,” he started screaming. “You can’t leave! You’re my Papa! I need you! Daddy needs you!”
Tears started flowing down Mike’s face, Kurt’s too for that matter. “I know, honey, I know,” Kurt soothed, trying to keep it together. “But this isn’t Papa’s fault. He doesn’t want to be sick, he doesn’t want to go away anymore than you want him to leave.”
Chris looked crestfallen at his words. “I’m sorry Papa,” he whispered.
Mike leaned down and kissed him on the head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, I had the same reaction when I found out.”
Chris looked up at him sadly. “The doctors can’t make you all better?”
“Even they can’t fix everything,” Mike informed him soothingly. “But you know what we’re gonna do?” Chris shook his head. We are going to do all the stuff we always wanted to do but never had the time for. We are going to have so much fun and make so many memories that you’ll have for the rest of your life.” Kurt wondered if he could make these promises, wondered how long Mike had before he was too sick to move. “You’re never gonna forget me. I promise.”
Chris nodded softly, tears still streaming down his face. He burrowed in between them, and Kurt wrapped his arms around his two favorite boys, wishing desperately that if he held on hard enough he’d be able to hold this moment in time forever and nothing would have to change and he wouldn’t ever have to lose another person he loved again.
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