Surprise! I was in a Wavidy mood, so I wrote a part two to this fic, and a pre Wavid chapter in my other multichaptered fic Blaine and Kurt's interrupted firsts. So if you like Wavid, today is your day. To all the people who wanted me to continue this, surprisingly, I decided to get off my lazy ass, onto my iPod touch, and shit out a second chappie. So if you think this is shitty, that's because it IS. It was born from the buttcrack of my brain. So enjoy, if you like Kinky!Wes and Wavid lurvin.

"Shut up Wes. Just shut UP." David groaned, sliding down in his beanbag. Wes could be an annoying little bitch when he wanted.

"But I really do have to pee! Jesus pieces I HATE Blaine. He is an asshole. He is a nasty asshole. He is a nine day old shit encrusted asshole." Wes complained. David looked at Wes.

"Ew? Where the fuck did that even come from? You have such a nasty mouth."

Wes looked down and blushed. "Then why don't you get your fine ass over here and clean it out for me?" He murmured down at the sheets.

"What?"

"David, come and sit by me. I'm all alonesome." Wes pouted at his friend.

"Grawr. Fiiiine." David got up and walked over to Wes. As he walked, Wes couldn't help but look over David's blue pajama bottoms, and gray v neck that clung to his chest and abs in aaaall the right places. He didn't even try to deny it anymore. He had a crush on David.

"Ok, I know this is going to sound dumb, but do you think you could help me out of these?" Wes asked as David sat down. David shook his head.

"That's not dumb. Here." David reached up to Wes's hand and squeezed it so that the thumb sort of moved up and out of the way, and made the handcuff closer to being able to slip off, but not quite.

"The problem is, you have huge hands compared to your tiny wrists Wes. I'm sorry." David apologized. Wes gasped dramatically.

"I do NOT have tiny wrists David! I have manly manly wrists," he joked.

"You have dainty girl wrists Wes." David absentmindedly stroked his finger down the inside of one of Wes's lady wrists. Wes squirmed at the unfamiliar contact. It felt different. Not bad or good. It just FELT.

"Your skin is so soft here Wes. It's super manliful," David teased.

Wes fidgeted more and accidentally kneed David in the stomach. David fell forward and landed draped over Wes, somehow ending up with his arm curled around the smaller boy. He used his other arm to hoist himself up onto his elbow. This position had them end up with their faces not a hair apart. Wes could feel David's breath tickle his lips. The Asian boy squeezed his eyes shut, and begged to that wavy haired guy in the heavens that this would happen.

"David?" Wes squeaked. David just stared at his friend. "Kiss me. Just kiss me. Please. We can talk later, but now, I'm begging you-" Wes was cut off by a finger pressed to his lips. David laughed softly.

"I thought you'd never ask." David closed the barely there gap, pressing his lips to Wes's hard. They kissed once, softly, slowly, purely. David pulled back a little to look at Wes's face. It was flushed pink, and his eyes were bright. David couldn't help but lean back in and devour the deliciousness that was Wes. He tasted sweet, and salty, and tangy, and exactly how he imagined it would be, except so much better. And every noise Wes made, every time he strained against the hand cuffs just to kiss him deeper, David's heart swelled, knowing that his love felt the same. David's mind felt like it was spinning and at the same time in a white cloud of pure contentment. Wes and David completely tuned out to the world, forgetting that Blaine was in the bathroom.

Blaine did not see that coming at all. Of all the things he could have witnessed upon finishing his shower, his best friends making out was NOT one of them. He let out a strangled kind of noise.

"Ah, look who it is David." Wes smiled. "Oh, Blaine? David and I totally love getting our kink on with these handcuffs and all, but do you think you could uncuff me? It's getting kind of old." Blaine blushed and hurried to uncuff Wes.

"Thank youuuuuuu!" Wes chirped. David held back a laugh as Blaine stammered.

"I'm a buh... BREAKFAST!" Blaine shouted and fled his room.

"You hungry Dave?" Wes asked his friend.

"Not really. You can be my a buh breakfast today." And Wes had no complaints about that. Blaine sure did,

"I can never use that couch again!"

But as of the moment, Wes and David didn't care, they were happy.

Sorry, this was so random. And cheesy. Like leftover nachos. But I hope you liked it! And if you didn't, visit my profile, so you can ask me to write something you will like in a PM. Reviews make my life. This fic is completed now. Yay!