So I once again return to my Spaces In Your Togetherness future-verse, due almost entirely to the lovely LizziePoodle, who suggested this prompt. This fic is dedicated to her and her hubby, and to the idea that sometimes imaginary internet friends can become closer to you than the folks you see every day. {{{hugs}}}
For any of you youngins who don't know what the title means, it's one of the made-up answers that parents used to give their kids years ago when asked, "Where do babies come from?" :D
The whole fic isn't a smut-fest, but this first chapter is really kind of filthy. Enjoy!
As cold as the Chicagoland area got in the winters, during the summers it could get hot enough to compete with even the southernmost parts of the country. It was days like this, with the sun burning brightly and temperatures soaring into the 90's, that all you wanted to do was dive into a pool of cool, blue water. And from underneath his sun umbrella - clad in a loose short sleeved button down shirt, cargo shorts and enough sunscreen for an entire daycare center - Kurt Hummel watched his husband do just that. He sighed, just a little bit jealous. It wasn't anyone's fault that Kurt had inherited his Irish mother's whiter-than-white skin, and that more than fifteen minutes in the sun (even with Neutrogena 100+ sunblock generously applied) left him with a painful sunburn. He could venture out when the heat got unbearable every half-hour or so to splash himself in the shallow end of the pool, but that was about it. Dave had told him several times that they didn't have to come to the Park Forest Aquatic Center together, or even at all. The first time they'd gone there, Kurt had thrown caution to the wind and frolicked in the water with Dave for over an hour. The result had been a sunburn so bad, Kurt felt like he'd been dipped in gasoline and set on fire. They hadn't been able to have sex for over a week; Dave had tried to blow Kurt to take his mind off the pain a couple of days later, but he'd accidentally brushed against Kurt's sore arm in his enthusiasm, and set him off into screams of the not-so-fun variety.
But despite not being able to spend a lot of time in the water, Kurt actually liked being at their community pool. It just felt like what summer was supposed to be; hanging out by a big pool, listening to the sounds of kids shouting in delight from the small waterslides, and smelling the hot dogs and french fries from the concession stand. And checking out hot shirtless guys, like the amazing specimen he'd been married to for four blissful years. He watched as Dave dove under the water and resurfaced, droplets of water clinging to the silky hair covering his muscular chest and abdomen. Kurt knew he wasn't the only one looking; whenever they came to the pool, he saw how women and not a few men gazed appreciatively at his husband's physique. It didn't bother him at all – they could look all they liked, because Kurt was the one who got to go home with him after, who got to lick every inch of that skin with just a hint of chlorine clinging to it…
"Aren't you hot in all those clothes, Mister?" a small voice said.
Kurt turned suddenly to see a blond-haired girl of about five or six years old standing next to him, wearing a polka-dot bathing suit and holding a drippy popsicle. He smiled at her, scanning for a nearby parent but not seeing anyone. It wasn't that he minded the little girl talking to him; on the contrary, he liked kids a lot, and got on with them quite well. Hundreds of flower girls and ring bearers, not to mention his own beautiful nephews, had exposed him to the best and worst of small human creatures. Most of the time, he found them completely charming and enjoyed their lack of inhibition. But still, he was an adult male, and was very aware of how suspicious people could be of him showing too much interest in a strange child. He responded to her question. "A little, but they're necessary," he said. At her confused look, he elaborated. "I get sunburned really easy."
"I got a bad sunburn one time," the girl responded. "Mama made me take a bath in vinegar, and it stunk so bad."
Kurt chuckled. "I bet," he said. "Speaking of your mother, where is she?"
"Making friends, babe?" came Dave's deep voice. He was standing off to the side of Kurt, water dripping onto the concrete as he toweled off briskly. He grinned at the little girl, who seemed a little intimidated by his size. "Hey there, kiddo," he said gently. "My name's Dave. Nice to meet you."
The little girl's distrust melted away. "I'm Katie," she said brightly, then turned to Kurt. "What's your name?"
"Kurt," he said. "It's nice to meet you too. So, are you here with your parents?"
"Mama had to change Aaron," Katie said. "She told me to wait outside the bathroom, but I got bored. "
Kurt was just about to suggest that they head back towards the rest rooms, when a shrill, panicked voice cried out. "Katie! Oh my God, you scared me to death. I told you to wait, and then I came out and you were gone!" A blond, short haired woman – obviously Katie's mother - stood there shaking visibly, clutching a baby to her side. She narrowed her eyes at Kurt and Dave, and Kurt reached for the easy smile and demeanor that always set nervous brides at ease.
"Kurt Hummel," he said quickly. "And this is Dave Karofsky. We were just about to come looking for you, actually." He let his hand fall onto his knee, the sunlight outside the umbrella catching the glint of his wedding ring. He saw Katie's mom look at the ring, and shift her gaze to Dave's matching one. She closed her eyes, looking like she was praying to whatever deity was handy for patience. But when she opened them, there was a fair amount of humor there.
"I'm Laura," she said, shifting the baby on her hip. "I'm sorry if Katie bothered you. She gets distracted easily, and I'm probably an idiot for trying to take two kids under the age of six to the pool by myself. It was just so hot, and our air conditioning barely works," she explained.
"She was no bother," said Dave, sitting down on the lounge chair next to Kurt. "I'm a teacher, so I'm used to it. We just wanted to make sure she got back where she belonged."
"Thank you, for that," Laura said. "Katie, tell the nice men goodbye. We have to get home. Daddy will be home soon, and you know how sad he'll be if you're not there to give him a hug. He looks forward to it all day long,"
"It's almost time?" asked Katie, eyes wide and a huge smile on her face. "It was a long time ago when we first got here."
Laura snorted softly. "Time flies, baby girl," she said. Switching her gaze to Kurt and Dave, she smiled ruefully. "Thanks again. I swear I'm not usually this disorganized. You'd think that two would only be double the work of one. But somehow it seems like a lot more."
Kurt shrugged causally. "Like Dave said, it was no bother." He shifted his eyes to Katie, and wiggled his fingers in a wave. "Bye, Katie. Be good and stay where your mom tells you to, next time." He, Dave and Laura cracked up laughing as Katie gave Kurt a solemn look followed up by a quick salute. The trio headed off, and Dave swung his legs up on the lounge chair.
"Cute kid," said Dave, casually.
"Very," replied Kurt, watching the little girl and her family as they made their way towards the exit. "She must keep her mom on her toes, though."
"They have a way of doing that, or so I've heard," said Dave. He wondered if Kurt knew how soft and wistful his face was at that moment. "Hey, hon?"
"Yeah?" murmured Kurt absently.
"I think I need more sunscreen. Wanna get my back for me?"
Kurt turned to see Dave grinning at him rakishly, the bottle of sunscreen dangling from his fingers. His attention was instantly redirected. "I think I could be talked into it," replied playfully. Dave turned around on the lounge chair, giving Kurt full access to his broad, tanned back. Kurt squirted the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together a bit before bringing them to Dave's skin. He massaged the sunscreen in, taking his time and making sure he got every inch. He enjoyed the feel of his husband's taut, warm skin, and the way the relaxed muscles rolled beneath his firm strokes. Dave hummed a little, obviously appreciating the tactile sensation as well. When all of the sunscreen was absorbed, Kurt leaned forward and placed a brief, discreet kiss at the nape of Dave's neck, flicking his tongue quickly. "All done," he said.
Dave turned towards him, his eyes hot with desire. "Keep that up, and I'll have a problem that'll be hard to hide in these swim trunks," he muttered.
"Now, now," said Kurt, waving his finger. "There are families around. Children. Behave yourself." He was well aware that his teasing tone only turned Dave on more.
"I'm going for a dip in the nice cold water," Dave said, just above a whisper. "Why don't you come in for just a minute too, and cool off one last time. Then we can stop for dinner on the way home. You know, home. Where there are no innocent witnesses for us to scar for life, when I fuck you so hard your teeth rattle."
Kurt stood, unbuttoning and discarding his shirt on his chair. He watched as Dave's eyes drank in the sight of his toned, smooth torso. "Sounds like a plan," he said airily, his tone belaying his own excitement at Dave's words. "Last one in is a rotten egg?" he tossed out, and then ran for the pool. Laughing, his husband raced after him.
An hour later, Kurt and Dave were tucking into dinner at Hemmingway's Bistro, a favorite spot of theirs in nearby Oak Park. The decided to share a dozen Blue Point oysters to start, followed by Steak au Poivre for Dave and Trout Almondine for Kurt. And a bottle of 2005 Les Cornets Pouilly Fume to wash it all down with. Now that it was getting later in the day, it was cooling off and they decided to dine on the bistro's outdoor patio. They talked animatedly about many things; the events Sheer Elegance had coming up that weekend, Dave's plans to do some landscaping around their yard since he was on summer break, and thoughts on going back to Lima for a long weekend in August. But once their meal was consumed and they were lingering over a pot of French press coffee, Dave decided to bring up a more serious subject, one that had been on his mind for a while. It had been brought to the front of his consciousness by the incident with Katie at the pool today. "Kurt?" he started.
"Yes?" replied Kurt.
"I love you. I love the life we have together. Sometimes, I don't think it could get any more perfect," Dave said. "But other times, I think maybe it could."
Kurt frowned. "Is something wrong? Did I…"
"No, nothing like that," Dave said hastily. "Nothing's wrong, I promise. I've just been thinking lately, that we've been together for nearly six years. And we'll both turn 35 this year. I think…I think it might be time for us to start a family."
At first, he wasn't sure what Kurt's reaction would be. They had talked off and on for years about having a kid or kids someday, though it had usually been the most casual of discussions. It was one thing to speculate on the idea of having a family; it was something else completely to discuss it seriously, as something that could in fact be acted upon in the near future. But all his worries were put to rest at the huge grin that broke across Kurt's face. "Really, Dave?" he said, more than a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Yeah, really." Dave reached across the table to grasp Kurt's hand. "I know it won't be easy. With two guys, it's a lot more complicated than just deciding to give getting knocked up for a change a try. But I want to do it, Kurt. Whatever it takes. I want to raise a child with you. I want to be someone's father with you."
Kurt's eyes glazed over with tears. "That might be one of the most romantic things you've ever said to me," he admitted.
"It beats 'I wanna be your BabyDaddy' by a mile, for sure," Dave replied. They laughed as the waiter cruised by and discretely slid the check on their table. "We don't have to talk details tonight," Dave said. "In fact, I'd rather we didn't. I'd much rather take you home, and do several things to you that might be more difficult to manage once we've got a little one underfoot. If that's okay with you."
Kurt's green eyes lit with passion. "It's more than okay with me," he said. "Take me home and have your way with me, sweetheart. Any way you want." He drew his debit card out and thrust it inside the portfolio, waving it madly in the air for the waiter to pick up.
They both suffered through the short drive home half hard. Dave had barely shifted the car into park in the driveway of their brick bungalow when Kurt ripped off his seatbelt, reached over the console, and started kissing and licking Dave's neck. Dave fumbled his own seatbelt off, then turned and met Kurt's lips with his own. Their tongues danced together as Kurt reached for the front of Dave's shorts and squeezed the firmness he found there. Dave moaned pleasurably into his mouth, so he did it again. "God," gasped Kurt, breaking the kiss. "Let's go inside, and get naked."
They managed to make in into the house without breaking any obscenity laws, and as soon as they were inside, clothes started flying off and were left wherever they landed. Completely nude and feeling each other up the whole way there, Kurt and Dave stumbled to the master bedroom. Kurt fell backwards onto the bed, and Dave climbed on top of him, letting Kurt feel his weight and power. They ground their cocks together, groaning and whimpering at the exquisite slide. Suddenly, Dave peeled himself off his husband, swatting Kurt's hands away gently when he tried to pull him back down. "Dave," whined Kurt, "what the hell are you doing? Come back here!"
"In a minute, Fancy," said Dave. He got up and walked over to Kurt's dresser, pulling a couple of scarves out of the top drawer. "You're getting too excited. You're getting me too excited. This'll be over in no time, and I don't think either of us wants that. If you can't control yourself," he said with mock sternness, "I'll have to tie you up. Again."
Kurt's hands automatically began to creep towards the headboard. He arched his back and shot Dave a seductive leer. "Oooh," he cooed. "You might have to. I'm so bad. I can't possibly take it slow without a little…assistance."
Within moments, Kurt's wrists were tied firmly to the teak bedposts. Dave caressed his slim body, loving how Kurt pulled against the restraints and whimpered softly. Getting an idea, he stopped and opened up the bottom drawer of one of the bedside tables. He took out a bottle of lube, setting it on top. Kurt looked at him, his skin beginning to pinken and glisten with perspiration beautifully. "Oh Dave," he breathed. "What do you have for me tonight? What are you going to do to me, baby?"
Dave hummed a little, perusing the contents of the drawer. He tilted his head and smiled, spotting what he'd been looking for. Reaching in, he spoke in a deep, velvety voice. "I've got something special in mind." Pulling out his prize, he displayed it to Kurt, whose eyes lit up like there were Christmas lights behind them. Dangling from Dave's hand was a string of silicone balls, each about an inch and a half in diameter, with a loop at the end. They didn't use the anal beads often, but every time they did, it resulted in a mind-blowing orgasm for the recipient. Dave suspected that tonight would be no exception.
Kurt's eyes nearly rolled back in his head with delight. He flattened his feet on the bed, knees up, and spread his legs invitingly. "Oh God, yes. Put them in, Dave," he said huskily.
Dave laid the beads on the table next to the lube. "I need to prep you first, babe," he said. "Remember, there's no rush." He squeezed lube on two of his fingers and slid onto the bed, reaching for Kurt's ass. He worked them in, scissoring them back and forth and loosening the tight ring. Kurt moaned and whispered encouragement, and when Dave felt his husband's passage was relaxed enough, he reached for both the lube and the beads. He coated the first bead in a thin layer of silicone gel, and pressed it against Kurt's anus. Dave teased his hole, almost but not quite penetrating him with the object, then pulling back and rubbing just the rim in a circular motion. After a few repetitions of this, Kurt had gone from pink to completely red-faced, and was babbling unintelligibly. Dave finally pushed the bead in, watching as it disappeared inside of Kurt.
"Guh!" shouted Kurt, his pelvis arching upward and pulling like mad at the scarves around his wrists. "Dave…fuuuuuuuck…" he gritted out.
Dave grabbed Kurt's erection and jerked it with a tight fist. Just once, though; a single up and down stroke, then he stopped to add lube to the next bead. The process repeated itself over and over. Dave would slowly, teasingly work a bead into Kurt, then reward his acceptance of the toy with another stroke to his cock. By the time all eight beads were inside, Dave was nearly as hard and desperate as Kurt was.
Dave hauled Kurt up so that he was sitting nearly straight up, with his back pressed against the headboard. Kurt cried out at the intense feel of the beads inside him jostling as the bottom of his ass hit the mattress. Dave rose up on his knees, his hard cock nearly bumping into Kurt's chin. He threaded his fingers through the top of Kurt's hair and gripped the silky strands, pulling slightly. "Suck me," he demanded, and Kurt's mouth opened eagerly. Dave slid his dick in, savoring the moist warmth and the little 'mmmf, mmmf" sounds escaping around his hardness. He worked his way further in, until he was deep down Kurt's throat. "Look at me, Kurt," Dave said, and Kurt's glazed eyes came into focus again. "I'm going to fuck your face, come down your throat," he said. "You're going to drink it all down, and then you'll get your reward." Kurt whined, and Dave's voice gentled. "You want your reward, don't you, baby?"
Kurt tried to nod, but it was kind of difficult, as stuffed full as his mouth was. "Mmmm, hmmmm," he hummed.
Dave began to thrust more aggressively. "Such a good cocksucker, you are," he murmured. "The best, the best ever. Love how you take it." A few more pumps later, and he was at the edge. "Gonna come, Kurt. Oh God, I'm coming…I…uhhhhhhnh!" Reaching the crest, Dave shot his load down Kurt's throat, feeling the muscles massage him as his husband swallowed it all down. When he was completely spent, he slid his softening member from between Kurt's lips, glossy with saliva from the blow job. Bending down, he captured those lip with his own in a grateful and loving kiss, tasting the remnants of his own come as he did. "That was perfect, baby," he told Kurt. "You really deserve a reward after that. Are you ready?"
Kurt had remained hard as a rock through the entire blow job, due to both the pressing of the beads against his prostate, and his love in general for swallowing Dave's cock down. "I am so ready," he groaned. "Get me off, Dave. Wanna come so much…"
Dave smiled and arched an eyebrow. He planned on doing exactly what Kurt wanted, and with his own needs sated, he'd be able to draw it out beautifully. He tugged at Kurt's hips as he dropped kisses down his chest and stomach, spreading Kurt beneath him again. After pressing a final kiss into Kurt's neatly groomed pubic hair, he sat back on his haunches, enjoying the view. Kurt's prick was leaking and needy, and Dave easily spied the loop from the beads protruding from his rosy, stretched hole. He slipped his index finger through the small circle and pulled ever so slightly, so that the bottom bead pressed against the inner ring, but didn't go past it.
"Ohhhhhhhh…" keened Kurt.
Dave tugged quickly a few more times in this manner, causing Kurt's breath to catch with a little squeak each time. Finally he pulled more forcefully, seeing the bottom bead start to slip out. Kurt moaned loudly as the widest point hit, but then Dave stopped pulling and the bead was drawn back in.
"Oh you fucking tease!" cried Kurt, sounding crazed but not at all angry. After all this time together, Dave knew Kurt loved to be teased in bed, almost as much as he liked to do the same to Dave. He could complain all he wanted, but Dave knew he adored every minute of it. Still, to make it up to him a little, Dave leaned over and licked the head of Kurt's cock, sucking the pre-come away and laving the slit with his tongue roughly. Kurt gasped. "Unh, that feels so good," he said. "Love your tongue on me."
Giving the tip one last kiss, Dave suddenly grabbed the base tightly, while simultaneously jerking the bottom bead out of Kurt completely. Kurt shouted, and Dave knew it was only his tight grip that kept Kurt from shooting off at that moment. When the moment passed, and Kurt was left limp and gasping on the bed, Dave spoke. "Not yet, Kurt," he said. "Soon, I promise. But not yet."
"Fucker," said Kurt weakly, but the goofy grin on his sweaty face showed his true feelings on the matter.
Keeping a hold on the base of Kurt's dick, so strong it was just shy of painful, Dave proceeded to pop out another three beads. He'd give a few tugs, licking and sucking the upper portion of the shaft, then take his mouth off and yank a bead out. Each time Kurt would yell a little louder and flail as much as he was able to while tied to the headboard. Dave was glad their windows were all shut to keep in the air conditioning, because his husband's shouts would have easily been audible outside their house otherwise. They got along fine with their neighbors, but no one wanted the TMI of hearing the people next door to them get it on, no matter what their sexual orientation.
Dave stopped for a moment, watching Kurt's chest rise and fall, and taking in the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead. It's definitely time, he thought. "You're so fucking hot like this, Kurt," he said. "I love you. Are you ready to come for me?"
Kurt laughed, a little hysterically. "Duh!" he said.
Dave joined him in laughter. "Okay, baby. It's time for you to get what's coming to you." Still choking off Kurt's prick at the base, Dave began to suck him gently, siding his lips and tongue smoothly up and down the shaft. He kept his other had still, avoiding any movement of the remaining beads in Kurt. He kept an eye on Kurt's face, judging how close he was getting to another orgasm attempt. It didn't take long; when he saw the red flush bloom on Kurt's chest, and the inside of his thighs begin to twitch spastically, he knew the moment was there. Without warning, he released his tight grip at the bottom, sliding his fist upwards, and removed his mouth. Kurt cried out, and the moment Dave spotted the milky semen at his cock's slit, he wrenched the remaining four beads out of Kurt in one powerful move. Kurt's cry rose to an ear-piercing, warbling scream, his entire body thrashing as he erupted over and over again all over Dave's hand and his own torso. He was yanking at the scarves so hard, Dave worried that he'd get bruises from it. Been there, done that, he thought idly.
Finally, Kurt was wrung dry; he collapsed back on the mattress as if all of the bones in his body had been removed by an unseen force. His eyes were unseeing, and he was still breathing like he'd done an hour on the elliptical machine. Dave got off the bed, giving Kurt a moment to come back to Earth. He went into the attached bathroom to wash his hands, along with the beads. He took a quick pee, then went back into the bedroom and put the lube and toy away in the drawer. Kurt hadn't moved an inch, so he snorted, and started to untie the knots of the scarves. This at least caused a reaction from the man, who groaned and stretched out a little. Dave sat on the edge of the bed once Kurt was released, tenderly rubbing the harsh red marks on his pale wrists. He kissed each one gently, and heard a happy sigh from next to him. Looking down, he saw that Kurt Hummel was back with the program.
"Goddamn," Kurt said, he voice scratchy from the caterwauling he'd done. "That was unbelievable. I thought I was going to turn inside out."
Dave leaned over and kissed him softly. "Glad you liked it. It was pretty hot to watch, too." He grinned.
"I seem to remember that," said Kurt, with an answering smirk. They'd had to replace the headboard the last time Kurt had tied Dave up, so from that point forward Dave was only allowed to be bound to much sturdier objects, like the legs of their massive, solid oak wardrobe.
"Come have a shower with me," invited Dave. "Between the sunscreen and the sex, we're both pretty gross." He held out his hand and Kurt took it, allowing Dave to pull him to his feet. He swayed a little when he got there, and his husband steadied him with an arm around his shoulders. "Careful there, Fancy," he said.
"Head rush," replied Kurt, ruefully. Still, he allowed Dave to help him into the bathroom, where he propped himself up against the wall while Dave got the shower going.
When the water was ready, he and Dave gingerly got in, both of them groaning at the feel of the tepid water washing the sweat and other grime away. Although the shower was kind of small for two, especially when one was as big as Dave, they loved bathing together and made it work. Too satisfied for it to turn into anything sexual, they washed each other, enjoying the occasional press of their body parts in a tiredly affectionate way. Dave got out and started to dry off, while Kurt stayed in for an extra few minutes to let his deep conditioning treatment do its work. By the time he was done and dried off as well, Dave had left the bathroom. Kurt padded, completely nude, into the bedroom to see that Dave was lying on top of their bed with the sheet tugged over his lap. He was watching the sports segment on WGN's News at Nine, and Kurt could see the waistband of his Stewie Griffin lounge pants peeking out over the sheet. Kurt went to his dresser and slipped into his favorite Ralph Lauren sleep shorts, then slid in the bed next to his husband and laid his head on his pleasantly furry chest. His eyes grew heavy, and he yawned.
"Tired, babe?" asked Dave. At Kurt's sleepy nod, he chuckled and clicked off the television. Scooting down, he wrapped his arms around Kurt and began to drift off himself. It had been an interesting day, to say the least.
"You're probably right," Kurt mumbled into the darkness.
"About what?" asked Dave.
"That what we just did might be hard to do very often, if we had a kid around," he said quietly.
"Things would be different in a lot of ways," replied Dave. "You don't just bring children into your life, and expect that everything will just keep rolling along like always. Parents have to make changes, sacrifice some things from when they were childless."
There was a short, yet comfortable, silence. "But it'd be worth it, wouldn't it?" ventured Kurt.
Dave turned towards his husband, finding his lips easily in the darkness and kissing him softly. "It'll totally be worth it, Kurt," he said. "I promise. Now go to sleep. That's another thing I've heard you don't get much of once you have a kid, so we might as well get all we can now."
Kurt giggled, pressing his nose into Dave's chest. "G'night, Dave. Love you," he said. His breath quickly became soft and even.
Dave pressed a kiss into Kurt's soft, slightly damp hair. "'Night Kurt. Love you too." And then he followed him into a deep, restful sleep.
So…they're baaaaaack! All mushy and dirty as usual, and now they're going to start a family. While the road to parenthood won't be easy, I don't have any plans to turn this into an angst-fest either. For the most part, I like to keep the SIYT universe as positive, fluffy and light as I can.
I'd love to know what you think so far, and if you're on board for this next chapter in Kurt and Dave's life. Please leave a review if you can, because there's nothing that inspires me more to write faster. XD
