The Storm: Honeymoon
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and David's two-month honeymoon tour of the Mediterranean and the Caribbean is a wonderful getaway. However, life isn't always smooth sailing, is it? This is the first of a three-part installment after which I will settle down to detail their quest to become parents. Rated M to be safe.
A/N: In a few PMs from some of my more avid followers, I've been asked to narrate the boys' honeymoon. Who knew so many readers liked this little look into how the one per cent lives? Well, after loafing about for a bit, I've settled down somewhat to bring you this relatively short sequel. Please, enjoy, and remember reviews equal luuurve!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OCs, as usual, although I wish it were not so.
Chapter One
Kurt Hummel Karofsky, newest media darling since his marriage to the mega-rich, semi-recluse David Karofsky is seen here boarding a motor launch in Mykonos for a day's shopping with a slew of hot guards to protect his super-toned, super awesome body. No sign of hubby; no doubt he's closing the latest mega-deal to add another billion or two to his stash. The diva is looking cool in the summer's hottest retro look: a sheer, turquoise H&M wrap top and what looks to be cuffed white shorts. Mm-mm, the best accessory, lovies, is miles of creamy, sun-kissed skin!'
The glossy copy of the latest European Vogue flew across the huge stateroom to land in a pathetic sprawl at the feet of the unsuspecting steward who had just entered.
Kurt's eyes widened and then he chuckled ruefully as the young woman, balancing the tray of brightly-coloured drinks, reached down for the offending magazine. She smiled faintly at Kurt's apology and continued with the job of serving their refreshments.
David, having seen and ignored Kurt's little display of pique, nodded to the steward, took his drink but continued to listen to his caller. They might be on their honeymoon but that didn't mean business was on a hiatus as well. His eyes roamed over his husband's disgruntled face and smiled to himself, making certain, of course, that Kurt didn't see him.
It was a just a little odd to both men that, since their wedding less than a month ago, the world's entertainment media seemed to want to do nothing but follow them around on their honeymoon tour. If they had thought the paparazzi were intrusive before, now it was bordering on downright obsession.
He heard Kurt sigh and turned to watch the other man pick up his drink and sip at it. The steward – Dave saw that her name-tag said Morag – moved over to stand beside Kurt as she waited for him to acknowledge her. She took a small electronic tablet from a pocket and Dave watched her brown eyes rove discreetly over his husband as she waited.
They were aboard David's mega yacht, the Duende, a truly staggering example of luxury boat-building. It was over 500 feet long (roughly 162 meters) and had been commissioned in 2006. The Duendewas designed to accommodate up to 72 guests and featured a cinema, a disco, a gymnasium, a landing platform for a couple of Blackhawk helicopters and a garage large enough for the yacht's submarine as well as several water craft. Dave had told Kurt that he loved water sports but he'd deliberately withheld the fact that his 'big boy's toys' also included a small two-man submarine.
The interior of Dave's favourite yacht was a sight to behold and when Kurt had first come aboard he had, indeed, been awestruck. In addition to three elevators serving all the decks, the Duende had a huge open glass staircase which connected a large number of guest and VIP suites.
On the Duende, too, there was a choice of a large formal dining room or a variety of formal and informal salons both inside and out. On a number ofdecks there were also several pools, hot tubs, sunbathing areas and, at the rear, a large swimming platform for water sports activities. Most of this space on the swimming platform was actually enclosed, so guests can make use of the air-conditioning to combat hot tropical weather.
Best of all, the Duende was designed with an owner's deck which included the massive stateroom in which they were now seated. Also on that deck was a private sauna as well as a wrap-around balcony that provided the ultimate in privacy if one needed to indulge in a spot of nude sunbathing.
Kurt had laughed delightedly when Dave had added that part at the end of their tour of the yacht, his eyebrows waggling suggestively at his giggling husband. Kurt had thought, and said it too, that nude sunbathing was not the first thing that had come to his mind.
Dave's eyes had heated immediately but Kurt had slipped from his grasping hands to dash back into the stateroom. He'd dodged around the magnificent round, marble-topped table that was bolted in the centre of the room and smirked at his horny husband, daring him to catch him. Dave leapt over the mound of luggage that the stewards had left there for them and the chase was on!
Now, weeks later, they were relaxing in their stateroom after a day of activities on the water and Kurt, noticing that the newest Vogue had arrived, had thrown himself onto a couch to absorb the latest in high-end couture that was on offer. He'd been seriously annoyed when he'd turned a page and seen himself steppin aboard one of the Duende's launches in the first week of their honeymoon.
"You'd think these clowns had other stuff to do than to follow us around. How the heck do they know where to find us anyway?" He grumped now as he put down his drink before turning to Morag. "Oh, sorry about the mag, Morag. These people just piss me off."
Morag smiled indulgently at her younger boss. He was so funny sometimes; it was as if he still hadn't got his head around the fact that he was super famous because of his billionaire husband. She held out the electronic pad to him with the evening's menu on it that the ship's chef had given her.
"You know, it will probably blow over soon. Wait until the next Hollywood or royal scandal, believe me," Dave injected soothingly, having ended his call. "Folks just like to know what the 'rich and famous' are doing."
Kurt muttered as he scrolled through the dishes on offer and then his face lit up. "Oooh, we're doing Greek tonight, sweetie. What do you think for dessert – baklava or galaktoboureko?"
Galakatoboureko was one of Greece's most famous desserts, a delightful milk and egg custard wrapped in thin sheets of phyllo dough – like the baklava – and baked to a yummy golden brown. It was a traditional sweet, soaked in light, lemony syrup after baking.
"Mmm, that last is pretty special. What's the occasion?" Dave looked up at Morag, smiling at the young steward. He seemed to recall that she was one of the newer members of staff and waited with an encouraging air for her to speak.
"I heard Chef Lian saying it's the end of the first month of your honeymoon?" She looked between the two men enquiringly.
Chef Lian was a temperamental bleached blonde in her late thirties who'd spent her early years working in New York's famous bistros. She had had quite a following but after a serious illness she had decided she needed a change of pace. She now catered to the very rich (they didn't need to be famous) who could afford and appreciate her astronomically-expensive gastronomic offerings.
Kurt laughed softly as he looked over at David, handsome in a black shirt unbuttoned nearly halfway down his chest and a pair of loose grey, linen slacks. He turned to Morag and nodded.
"Yes, the first of two months of touring, right, sweetie?"
Dave nodded and got up, taking his drink with him to slide onto the couch beside Kurt. "That's right and please, thank Chef Lian for us, Morag."
The young steward took that as the dismissal it was and smiled as she nodded at them. She knew that look that was bouncing between the two men and quickly stifled a giggle as she drew the doors closed behind her. It was a good thing this entire deck was private because the two newlyweds could barely keep their hands off of each other. That was cool, though, she thought as she strode towards the elevator that would take her to the lower deck housing the massive galley in which gourmet meals were prepared on a daily basis. She would love to have someone look at her the way these two did all the time.
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K&DHK
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Dinner that night was served in one of the smaller, open air salons and Kurt almost purred at the feel of the velvety air against his skin. Their honeymoon had started out in Mykonos and continued with a tour of the Greek islands, breathtaking in their beauty and resonating with ancient history. They had explored Santorini's wineries, vineyards and cellars in luxurious style, just the two of them, one bodyguard and their tour guide.
The following weeks had taken them to Croatia, Turkey, Albania, Montenegro and Greece and now they were back in the harbour at Mykonos and Kurt was itching to indulge in the nightlife for which it was famous.
He smiled at David, his eyes sparkling fit to rival the beautiful blues of the Aegean Sea. Dave thought he'd never seen his lover more beautiful and the faint glow his tan gave him was delicious. Now he leaned over to drop a kiss on the sweet lips, grinning into the wide eyes.
"What time do you want us to leave, babe?" Dave nibbled at the lush bottom lip before straightening up.
Kurt smiled dreamily, licked his lips and then nodded. "Mmm, oh, about 10? That's good for clubbing here, right?"
Dave raised an eyebrow at him. "Hey, I'm not the party animal here, mister!" He chuckled and reached a hand out to stroke up Kurt's bare thigh. He loved that, for almost the entirety of their honeymoon so far, his husband seemed to have eschewed trousers. His legs were almost always bare and totally distracting to Dave who was definitely not complaining. On their tours, he often had to stifle a smirk at the way both locals and tourists would stare after them surreptitiously while Kurt was, as usual, oblivious.
Kurt slammed his hand down on the wandering appendage and narrowed his eyes at his husband. "Uh-uh, there'll be none of that or we won't get out of here at all!"
Their quiet laughter mingled on the soft night air, the scent of the flora from the land wafting out to them on their mega-yacht. The lights were just coming on in the port town and, if the breeze angled just right, they could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter from the partying tourists strolling about.
Kurt loved the Greek islands, the sea, the heritage steeped in antiquity and the architecture, both modern and ancient. They had taken tons of pictures and videos, especially when they went scuba diving in the outstandingly clear waters of the Aegean. He would be a little sorry to leave but he was definitely looking forward to the second part of their honeymoon.
He pushed back his seat, preparing to rise and Dave, ever gallant, sprang up to assist him. Kurt rolled his eyes but he stretched up on his toes to drop a light kiss on his husband's smiling lips.
"Thanks, sweetie, but I'm no girl, you do remember?" He deliberately brushed his shorts-covered groin against David's and chuckled when the man tried to grab him for a closer hold. "I'm going to have a quick shower – alone – and then we'll get out of here, okay?"
Dave grinned, aiming a swat at Kurt's butt before re-taking his seat, lifting the glass of rich, dark wine and tilting it towards his pouting lover. "You're the boss!"
Kurt sniffed: "You'd better remember that," and flounced off, knowing that his husband was staring appreciatively at his rear view.
Chuckling to himself, Dave sighed happily. It was almost unbelievable how happy Kurt had made him in the last year, ecstatically so in the last month. They didn't always see eye-to-eye on everything as they were both fairly headstrong but there was nothing that they couldn't eventually come to some agreement on.
For example, Kurt wanted to spend a good portion of the year at the New York townhouse. Dave had been touched, because it had been his parents' favourite home but he also had a soft spot, and knew that Kurt did, too, for the house in Chiswick. They had gone back and forth on the subject, Kurt even resorting to teasing little kisses to get his own way but they had eventually decided to try and spend equal amounts of time at both homes. Also, they had other properties that Dave wanted them to spend time visiting and as part of the compromise, he'd promised to take Kurt to the Caribbean at the end of their honeymoon.
That had brought to mind another surprise that Dave couldn't wait to spring on Kurt and he smirked to himself in the warm, velvety Grecian night as he thought about it. Finishing up his wine, he got up, pressed a little button for the steward to come and remove the dinner things and then headed inside to get ready for their last night out on the town in Mykonos.
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K&DHK
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Kurt was dressed down tonight, if you could call it that, but still managed to look as if he'd just stepped off of a runway. He was stunning in a pair of black linen walking shorts and an ivory single-button collarless jacket with three-quarter length sleeves. Beneath it he wore a tight black tank and on his feet were black canvas deck shoes. His only jewellery were his stunning Garrard wedding ring and a silver dolphin charm bracelet he'd found in a flea market on Santorini.
He put the finishing touches to his hair, leaving it slightly tousled so that the few golden streaks caught the light and stepped back to look at his reflection critically. He wasn't a fan of tanning as it led to those pestilential freckles but he had to admit that the additional colour did give him an attractive glow.
Dave came up behind his husband and slid his arms around him as he rested his chin on his shoulder. He stared at their reflection somberly before bursting out into a wide grin. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him and Dave stepped back to spin him around, though still keeping him firmly in his arms.
"We're a matched pair, babe; I like it." He grinned at Kurt's plump lips and then leaned down to peck them. He heard a faint huff and before he knew it, Kurt was deepening the kiss.
Both their breath smelled minty but as the kiss deepened, Dave could discern the faint flavours of the seasoning Chef Lian had used in their traditional Greek dinner. It was a heady mix and Dave couldn't get enough of both it and the way Kurt's tongue felt in his mouth.
"Mmmm, baby, god, what brought that on?" Dave drew a deep breath as he lifted his head, staring down at the moist pink lips that held a little smile.
Kurt opened his eyes and stared up at his lover, his husband. "I just really love you, y'know." He smiled as he watched David's eyes widen. "I don't think I tell you often enough."
Faint colour washed Dave's cheeks, he could tell from the warmth, but he rested his forehead lightly against Kurt's as he sighed: "You're the best husband I've ever had…"
There was a short silence and then they both burst into chuckles. Kurt stepped back eventually and ran his gaze up and down the other man's tall, muscular body. David was looking sexy, indeed, in his black, raw silk shirt and off-white slacks. He too, wore his wedding band but also the TAG Heuer Men's FT6015 Aquaracer sport watch he'd got at Christmas from Burt.
He looked edible in Kurt's estimation and some of what he thought must have shown on his face because David smirked at him. Kurt smirked back and then headed towards the stateroom doors.
"Let's go, big guy; you have a bunch of drinks to buy me tonight!"
Dave laughed as he followed his husband out and towards the lift that would take them down to the deck where they would board a launch. They would have two bodyguards with them tonight but Kurt had become quite used by now to the presence of the security guys. Dave had a word with the captain of his yacht before joining Kurt in the motor launch and then they were off, the boat's pilot setting a moderate pace towards the pier.
The sound of wild partying reached them even before they docked and Kurt looked over to David and grinned widely.
"This is crazy!" His words were almost whipped away by the breeze but Dave heard him perfectly and he grinned and nodded back.
The launch deposited them at the pier and the men leapt out to join the mixed throng of locals and tourists. Their security, two of the younger men, was alert but didn't do anything to stand out too much and Kurt was grateful for that. He always had the feeling that the paparazzi looked out for things like that; you can tell the ultra-rich celebs by the size of their entourage, he always felt.
Dave slipped his hand into Kurt's, tugging the slimmer man to walk closer to his side as the crowd pressed in on them. He had heard about a new club since the last time he'd been here a few years ago and he was looking forward to checking it out with his gorgeous husband.
Kurt had a tiny smile on his lips, his eyes large and shiny as he stared around at the drinking, whooping, bouncy crowd. The energy of the mob was unbelievable and he had no doubt that everyone here was determined to enjoy everything the island had to offer in the form of nightlife.
A few twists and a couple of turns down narrow, crowded little streets and Dave finally brought them to a gleaming new building that almost seemed out of place with the rest of the town's laid-back ambience. However, as patrons entered and left the building, it was clear that this, too, was a highly sought-after venue for fun.
There was a Greek maître d' when they entered the obviously high-end establishment and Dave gave his name at which the man beamed and asked them to follow him. The two bodyguards moved in tandem with them in such a way that they didn't seem intrusive but their eyes roved around the huge room without pause.
They were shown to a fairly secluded section of the room, half-draped marble statues, fluted columns and large clay pots of fern providing some semblance of privacy. They seated themselves and a server appeared even before they were properly settled. Dave ordered for all of them, alcoholic drinks only for him and Kurt and then gazed around appreciatively at the young, attractive and extremely energetic clientele.
The music was extremely loud, up-tempo and very current, Kurt recognising some of the newer artistes' hits. He leaned over to whisper-shout to Dave that at least people weren't doing body-shots on the bars. Dave nodded back and smiled, somewhat relieved himself that the patrons seemed a little bit more sedate than the 'spring break' set.
After they were served their first round of drinks, Kurt leaned over and grabbed David's hand, pulling him up and after him. Kurt shimmied his way to the dance floor, his hand still in his husband's and then he turned around. Raising his arms he slid his hands to lock behind David's neck and proceeded to raise his husband's core temperature with his seductive moves.
Dave grinned down at Kurt and slid his hands onto the gyrating hips, indifferent to any eyes that might be watching them. He doubted anyone was paying them any mind, though, because everyone there – well, apart from his security guys – seemed intent on getting sweaty and/or getting tipsy.
As the night wore on and song after song belched from the high-tech system, played ably by the club's deejay, the patrons became increasingly rowdier. Some left the crowded dance floor at various times but they were always replaced by other partyers.
Kurt and Dave danced with each other and other patrons, some of whom seemed a little spaced out but Kurt didn't think about it too much. He had had his years of hard partying and he was certain David had not been a saint either so he was okay. Well, most of the time; a couple of times he'd had to redirect some wandering hands and one time he'd had to dodge a sloppy kiss from a clearly inebriated girl whose eyes were seriously glazed over.
She'd clearly been with a large group that had come in around midnight that obviously had been making the rounds of the other clubs in the area. They were loud and rambunctious in the way only very rich kids with too much time on their hands could be. This particular girl had hung unto Kurt, trying unsuccessfully to grind against him but she was too far gone to manage it successfully. Finally, after the attempted kiss, he'd eased away into the crowd, leaving her to lean against another girl who didn't seem to mind.
When he looked back the two girls were making out unabashedly in the middle of the dance floor and he chuckled to himself. Whew! He was getting too old for that shit, he thought as he looked around for David who wasn't very far away from him, thankfully.
Kurt strode over to his husband, coming up behind the man and slipping his arms around his waist.
"Excuse me! Who the hell are you?!" A loud female voice came from just in front of David and Kurt winced as he peeked around his husband's body.
His wide-eyed gaze collided with that of a redhead who seemed to be wearing only half a dress. The girl – she couldn't be much more than 19, Kurt guessed – was glaring at him and then made the mistake of putting her hand on David's arm.
Only the fact that Dave moved quickly to block Kurt from lunging at the girl saved her. He couldn't help but grin, though, when he looked back to see the girl cringing back as she realised how close she'd come to being bitch-slapped.
She screeched, though, when she saw that Dave was successfully holding Kurt back. "What's your problem, you lush!" Her voice drew the attention of several patrons who started to laugh and point and then she lowered her head to look pleadingly at Dave.
Dave, getting a little tired of the scene and not wanting the bodyguards to start muscling their way through the gyrating crowd, turned away from her but a struggling Kurt yelled, "Go back to your playpen, little girl!"
Several people laughed, finding the whole thing entertaining but gradually their attention turned back to their own business. The girl was left standing, watching as the hunk that she'd been trying to make a move on shepherded the crazy guy away from her. She huffed, tossed her hair and then strode towards the bar, her face burning with embarrassment. What was that guy's problem anyway?
Dave had managed to get a viciously-muttering Kurt back to their table and seated quickly before he waved for a server to refresh their drinks. He took a look at his husband but relaxed when he saw that Kurt was already much calmer.
Kurt flicked a lock of hair from over his right eye and glared at David nevertheless. "I know you're the hottest guy in the room, David, but dammit, a teenager?" He pouted as David grinned at him, thanking the server grudgingly as he served him his Metaxa and diet coke.
"She wasn't actually coming onto me yet so I was kinda shocked when she yelled at you, seriously!" Dave defended himself, hiding his grin behind his own drink. Kurt eyed him suspiciously after swallowing a mouthful of the cold drink.
"She was coming onto you, David, that's why she reacted like that when I turned up, the bitch!" Kurt settled down when one of David's large hands came to cover his soothingly. He flicked his eyes at one of the bodyguards who were discreetly ignoring them but Kurt got the picture and calmed down.
He was happy that a paparazzo or two hadn't been trolling the place because he could just imagine what he and that girl would have looked like in a photo of the moment. Suddenly a little giggle surfaced and his hand flew up to cover his mouth.
Dave looked over at him, smiling at the adorable way Kurt was trying to stifle his giggles. "What now," he asked his husband, glad that Kurt seemed far more relaxed.
Kurt chuckled before fanning his face that was admittedly a little flushed. "Oh, god, I just got a flash of what the two of us would have looked like in the tabloids, fighting over you!"
Kurt laughed louder and Dave joined in more quietly. He waved their server over and ordered platters of finger food and pastries for all of them. They'd had dinner four hours before and now, after midnight, he was sure Kurt needed some food to cushion the alcohol buzzing in his system.
The rest of the night went smoothly but when Kurt excused himself to go to the 'gents', Phillips, one of the guards, rose to follow him. Dave nodded to himself, glad that he had such great professionals working for him. The club was still pretty crowded; this was a party island and things wouldn't begin to taper off until nearly dawn. His gorgeous husband was a little trouble magnet and he didn't want to take any chances.
Kurt, oblivious to the other partyers and to the agent following him, made his way through the ultra-modern club towards the restrooms. Unfortunately, he was seen by the redheaded girl and before he could reach the arch through which the restrooms were located, she hopped in front of him.
Kurt stopped before he could plow into her and eyed her up and down. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" His voice was louder than he realised and so snide that a girl giggled behind him.
She gasped and was about to reply when Phillips stepped between them, his bulk causing her eyes to widen – and not in appreciation. He stared down at her and informed her in a quiet tone: "Do not approach again."
The redhead drew back out of their path and stared after them. Unable to stop herself she shouted: "Who the hell do you think you are – royalty?"
Her arm was suddenly grasped firmly and she found herself being dragged away by none other than the maître d'. She argued with him and tried to dig her heels in, explaining at the top of her lungs why she wasn't the one at fault. Finally, his face grim, he deposited her with her waiting group, their faces not at all pleased and she realised they were being kicked out of the club.
"Oh, Jessie, not again! This is the third club you've gotten us kicked out of," one dark-haired kid sporting a watch that clearly cost a small fortune said and the rest grumbled as they got their stuff together. "Why do you always go after the married ones?"
Her mouth fell open and she looked back across the room to where she could see the hunk from earlier and the little bastard who had rejoined him. As she watched she saw them smile at each other and then kiss lingeringly. Her eyes widened. Shit!
Her hunk was married – and gay!
Dave had watched the maître d' escorting the noisy redhead from earlier back to her group of friends but had been distracted when Kurt returned to the table, grinning in satisfaction. When he'd asked him why he was looking so smug, his husband had simply smiled, leaned forward and dropped a sweet kiss on his mouth.
Kurt straightened up, bringing one hand up to caress David's handsome face and then announced he wanted to dance 'til dawn. "Come on, big boy, let's get back out there. I'm in the mood to dance!"
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K&DHK
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They got back to the yacht minutes before dawn. Yawning hugely, Kurt shucked his clothes and slouched into the shower. Dave, watching him longingly, turned towards the medicine cabinet instead and took out two aspirin. He poured a glass of water and left it and the tablets on the counter for Kurt when he finished showering. Then he took off his clothes, hopped into the shower behind Kurt and washed off the sweat of the night quickly. His eyes roved all over Kurt and, unable to help it, he found himself helping to wash away the soap suds off the slender, beautiful body.
"Mmmm," Kurt murmured as he leaned back into the large hands helping to wash him. "I had a great time tonight, sweetie, really great…"
Anything else he was going to say was swamped by another huge yawn and Dave chuckled. "Hey, sleepyhead, go dry off and I'll join you soon. Oh, and there's aspirin and water on the counter."
Kurt hummed in pleasure as he leaned against David's large, warm, wet body. "Thank you, babe; I feel as if I could fall asleep standing upright."
Dave dropped a kiss on the tousled hair and then eased him away. "Go on, I'll be right out."
Kurt leaned up and kissed him before dragging himself out of the cubicle. Dave could hear the tap turn on and Kurt cleaning his teeth and he smiled at the sounds of domesticity that just never grew old.
When he finally left the en suite wrapped in a huge, soft towelling robe, the ruddy light of the rising sun was bathing the stateroom. Kurt was already deep beneath the covers, just the top of his head visible.
Dave threw off his robe, sliding naked into bed and up against Kurt's slender, warm body. He pulled him back towards him so that they were spooning and buried his nose in the soft, thick hair, inhaling deeply.
Kurt murmured in his sleep and Dave finally relaxed, smiling as sleep swept over him and took him under.
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TBC
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A/N 2: Kinda sappy, as usual, but that's how I like it. Thanks for reading and, as always, send me some love, yeah? Part 2 is coming up in a couple of days so stay tuned.