Tiger by the Tail
A/N - Though I don't mind writing a bit of non-consensual sexual scenes in fanfiction, (it adds a lot of tension and heat to a story) I by no means approve of it in real life. Also,I own nothing 'cept the shirt on my back.
It was strange deja vu feeling walking the almost deserted halls of McKinley High. Kurt smiled and nodded at the familiar signs and artwork posted on the walls and slowed down and sometimes read the new bulletins that were tacked up after his departure. His step was light and excited because he was going to have dinner with his best girl Mercedes and fill her in on all the news that happened to him this fateful week. He couldn't wait! He imagined her face lighting up with happiness as he told her about Blaine finally admitting his feelings and kissing him! Their makeout session had been passionate, and romantic; just perfect. Blaine's first kiss with him wasn't rough and ragged like his first kiss from that Neanderthal Karofsky! A sudden onslaught of thoughts and feelings of that kiss washed over him just as powerfully as if it happened yesterday rather than months ago. Kurt shook his head to expel that horrible memory of Karofsky's lips pressing against his. Why would that stupid kiss still linger! Why did he keep conjuring it up? He should concentrate on Blaine and their blossoming relationship. When Mercedes finds out that they're dating she will be so pleased!
Kurt was just passing the boy's washroom on the way to the Glee practice room when suddenly a burly arm grabbed his jacket and hauled him through the open door. Kurt's head quickly whipped around to see who his attacker was. His blood ran cold as he locked eyes with his old nemeses David Karofsky. The jock roughly pushed him against the tiled wall and quickly checked the hallway for any witnesses and then closed and locked the bathroom door. Kurt was trapped! There was no place to go since Karofsky stood between him and freedom.
"What do you want?" Kurt chocked out in a panicked voice.
The jock just ran his hands through his hair and paced back and forth not looking at Kurt. The awkward silence went on for some time as Karofsky continued to pace.
"Please just let me know what …"
Karofsky suddenly charged the smaller boy and pushed him up against the wall invading his personal space, with his face just inches away from Kurt's.
"Have you been blabbing about me to Fynn?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"A couple of weeks ago, he suggested I was gay in front of the whole football team! Did you tell him about what happened in the locker room?"
"No! No I didn't. I haven't told anyone other than Blaine."
"Blaine? You mean that preppy kid that was with you when you both accosted me on the stairs?" Kurt just nodded. Karofsky wasn't appeased, "then tell me why did he tell everyone I was gay in practice?"
"I don't know! What did he say exactly?"
"He wondered if I was gay and asked why I didn't have a girl friend." Kurt could feel short sharp blasts of air from Karofsky's nostrils. It seemed the jock was only growing angrier. Kurt needed to find a way for him to calm down.
"I admit, it seems Fynn is a little more observant that I thought he was, but it is purely coincidence! I haven't said anything."
"Coach Beiste forced us to go to Glee and that stupid teacher Schuester backed her up." Karofsky stated suddenly going on another tangent.
"Schuester even said he thought I was talented and he wanted me to join your stupid gay Glee club."
"Well that's – good of him?" Kurt's voice raised in a question not sure of what the larger boy wanted.
"No it's not good! Maybe he thinks I'm gay as well, like I'm gonna express all my emotions through song. The puck heads also acused me of being gay and slushied me! What's happening? If you haven't said anything, why is everybody calling me a fag? Is it written on my face or something?"
"Listen to me, I have not said anything to anybody! Now please just let me go!" cried Kurt panicking.
"I don't want anybody thinking I'm like you!" Kartofsky growled. "I'm gonna have to do something about it."
"What does that have to do with me? I have left this stupid homophobic school!" shouted Kurt.
"I have to show everyone I'm not like you." The larger jock said to himself, ignoring Kurt. He resumed pacing.
"What does that mean?"
"If I hurt you, no one would think there's anything funny about me. They won't think I'm gay anymore."
"What! Are you crazy? You'll definitely be expelled. You most likely won't get a sports scholarship. You could go to jail even. It will ruin your life!" Kurt quickly rattled off everything he could think of to make Karofsky see sense.
"All of that is still better than them thinking I'm gay!" stated Karofsky in ominous determination. He glared at Kurt and grabbed the smaller boy's shoulder as he balled his other hand into a fist and raised it. "I don't want to do this but it's the only way to stop them saying shit about me."
Kurt's eyes were like saucers, he frantically tried to think of something to distract Karofsky as he worked himself up to hit Kurt.
Karofsky grimaced as he pulled back his fist. The blow would come any second…
"I'll go down on you!" Kurt yelled as his hands flew up to protect his face.
"What!..."
"I – I'll give you a blow job if you don't hit me," mumbled Kurt as he glanced at Karofsky between his arms that covered his face. He prayed that his instincts were correct and that he wouldn't further inflame his antagonist.
Karofsky hesitated, his fist still poised in the air. Kurt could see he was conflicted - a struggle between desperation for popularity and impassioned teenaged hormones was showing plainly on the larger boy's face. Kurt needed to some how tip the balance in favour of the hormones.
"I'm gay so I'm really good at blowjobs." Kurt lied; hoping the obvious stereotyping was believable and his inexperience wouldn't show.
He hesitantly dropped his right arm, reached forward and tentatively cupped Karofsky's buldge with his hand. It made Karofsky gasp. Finally the jock, lowered his fist, closed his eyes and whispered. "Okay. Do it."
Kurt instantly dropped to his knees, his tense shoulders sagging with relief. He didn't even think about the fact he would have to dry clean his pants again after wearing them only once. He had already tugged on Karofsky's zipper and pulled his pants open before realizing he had never done this before. He shook away any panic and doggedly moved on, pulling out Karofsky's semi-hard penis. He suddenly remembered he would need a condom and reached into his breast pocket.
Ever since the little man-to-man chat Kurt had with his dad, condoms started turning up everywhere - in his bedroom, in his car and in his jacket pockets. Burt never owned up to being the source of the overflowing font of condoms directly, but he would mumble "always be protected" as a new goodbye quip instead of the old "take care," standard he used to say.
Kurt quickly covered the larger boy's rather huge penis with the condom then paused and stared at the engorged member. This was a day of reckoning. He was about to embark on his first fellatio. The pamphlets his dad gave him were a start, but the "mechanics" (as his dad called them) described in their pages seemed so clinical and detached and kind of sketchy. They gave him more questions than answers. Luckily a drunken girl-chat with Santana one night at one of Puck's parties helped him understand some of the pitfalls and practicalities of cock sucking and by the end of the talk, he felt pretty confident and knowledgeable.
One thing Kurt realized from the start was that Karofsky was too big to take all of him in his mouth, so he opted to wrap his hand around the base of jock's penis and just work on the top half with his mouth. He sucked on the inside of his mouth to create a lot of saliva and then allowed it to escape his mouth and run down the shaft as he mouthed and licked it. He opened his hand slightly and stroked Karofsky's cock so the wetness spread the whole length. He then moved his mouth and hand together as if his hand was an extension of his mouth. He reached between the jock's legs and fondled his balls with his other hand.
Karofsky's legs buckled and he started to sway and list over to one side away from Kurt's mouth so the teen maneuvered the larger boy towards the wall so he could lean against it. Kurt was quite pleased by the groans and guttural sounds coming from the jock because it meant he was doing his job well. He felt Karofsky's fingers tentatively weave through his hair and cradle the back of his head. It was such a gentle gesture, and in another situation, would have made Kurt feel cared for and secure. Kurt had started this under duress trying to avoid violence but now he could see the tables turning. He looked up at Karofsky's ecstatic face and a strong sense of sexual power flooded through him. He would have smirked and laughed if his mouth wasn't full. Santana was right, boys did think with their cocks rather than with their brains. It was almost too easy. It was a shame he didn't go down on Karofsky months ago; he could have saved his dad thousands of dollars in school fees.
He thought about the different opinions he received from his father as compared to the drunken Santana. At the time he was confused because in their way, they were both convincing. His father's opinions were sound and sensible and were the things that Kurt wanted to hear. He had talked of respect, emotional connection and building a relationship through love making, whereas Santana talked of using sex for power and control and making boys do your bidding while keeping your emotions apart and safe. Kurt suddenly had a startling epiphany; he could use both practices for the two different situations he found himself in. What his dad said to him applied to his relationship to Blaine, not to this Neanderthal in front of him. It did not fit with kneeling on a bathroom floor giving head rather than receiving a fist. Santana's opinion was the better choice for dealing with this jerk and bully. A sudden vision in his mind's eye of his Dad's look of disappointment and sad voice took hold and he almost faltered in his task, but he squeezed his eyes shut and continued his even paced rhythm, purging the image from his mind. Getting the best of a bully by using sex might not be one of Kurt's better moments but it was expedient, it saved him some serious grief and it was all Karofsky deserved.
Kurt could tell by the jock's increasingly throaty groans he was fast approaching climax so Kurt sped up his pace and sucked harder.
"Oohhh God Aaaaahhhh!" cried Karofsky as he came quite noisily.
Even with the condom on Kurt almost chocked as it ballooned in his mouth from the sudden force of the ejaculate. He quickly grabbed the top of the condom as is slid off the jock's shrinking member and looked around wondering what to do with it. Kurt squeaked in surprise as two hands grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him up off the ground. The condom was forgotten and dropped as Kurt was engulfed in Karofsky's huge arms and pulled tightly into an embrace. Kurt had to lean into Karofsky and push him against the wall because the larger boy was sagging and unsteady on his feet. He didn't know what to think when he realized the jock was shaking.
"Dave? Are you okay?"
"Just give me a minute." He whispered in Kurt's ear as he held onto Kurt tightly as if his life depended on it.
After what seemed like an age to Kurt, Karofsky finally relaxed and loosened up on his tight grip. Kurt opened his mouth to demand that Karofsky let him leave the bathroom when the jock embraced him again and crashed his lips down on Kurt's. Kurt jerked back as Karofsky's tongue invaded his mouth almost choking him.
The kiss was hard, desperate, sloppy, barbaric even, but undeniably hot. Kurt could feel his body responding instantly and urgently. It was like nothing else he had felt before. His arms snaked around Karofsky's neck pulling him closer before he even realized he had moved them. His lips and tongue were actively participating in the kiss while his mind was still frantically trying to process and assess what was happening. Karofsky had moved from the wall turned and was now pressing him up against the cold tile, never taking his lips off of him.
Kurt suddenly realized the groans and moans he was hearing now came from his own throat. Kurt felt cold air hit his warm skin and gasped as he felt Karofsky long fingers wrap around the base of his cock. When exactly did his pants get pulled down to his knees? Kurt's eyes rolled backwards into his head and he felt a different hand other than his own palm his penis. It felt absolutely amazing! He could already feel the climax building; he was going to come fast and hard. Karofsky seemed to know just how fast and what pressure to apply…everything went blinding white behind his eyes as he yelled out his climax. Kurt sagged against Karofsky's chest and the jock cradled him gently while he recovered. Both of their chests heaved as the boys struggled to gulp in more air into their lungs. Kurt wished he could gain his speech back so he could tell Karofsky to stop breathing so heavy into his ear.
"That was absolutely amazing Kurt!" Karofsky rasped, "I love you so much!"
Kurt's body instantly stiffened at Karofsky's admission. He pulled back from the jock's arms and stared wide eyed at him. Karofsky was pale with shock, his hand clapped onto his mouth. It would have been comical if it wasn't so real.
"I gotta go! Mercedes…we're having dinner…bye!" Kurt hastily zipped up his pants, ran to the door unlatched it, opened it and disappeared down the hall. He didn't stop running until he got to the glee room. He slumped against the wall by the closed door and slowly sank to the floor. Kurt swallowed and gasped, "what the hell have I done?"
