I officially dub boldlikeblack a genius, and declare my intentions to have her internet babies. I haven't has so many Alerts and Reviews this quickly since Cry For Deliverance. I'm so glad you're all as excited about this piece as I am! M Rated for graphic descriptions of m/m sex.
Kurt pulled up in front of The Mean Bull, expecting to hear pumping house music and see lots of flashing lights and fabulous gay boys everywhere. Instead, he saw a dark, silent building. Parking his car, he got up and walked to the front door, where a notice was posted. Apparently, the bar had been closed down the previous week after police had raided it for being a hotbed of gay prostitution. The owner's note indicated that they hoped everything would be cleared up and they would re-open as usual within the month. Kurt stood staring at the piece of paper, unable to believe he had driven all the way up here for nothing. "Crap!" he yelled, fisting his hands in frustration. He kicked the door sullenly for good measure too. Why was everything and everyone out to make his life a joke?
He went back to his car, considering. He had found other gay bars in Cleveland online, it was just that The Mean Bull looked to be the most like the type of place he would want to be at. He'd dressed for it too, in tight red pants and a white oxford short paired with a dark cardigan sweater and bow tie. Screw it, he thought, I'll just find another one. He pulled out his phone and typed "gay bars Cleveland"into Google and reviewed the results. Miraculously, there was another bar listed that was apparently less than two blocks away, called The Leather Stallion. It sounded a little out of his element, but really, what part of trolling the gay bars of Cleveland desperately trying to find someone to pop his cherry wasn't?
Kurt hopped in his car and found himself in front of his new destination in less than 5 minutes. He pulled into the parking lot and exited the car, noting that at least this place had the lights on and music blaring from inside. He locked his car and walked up to the door, passing a group of older guys wearing tight jeans and embroidered leather vests with what looked like some sort of motorcycle club's insignia. The whistled at him as he passed, and he felt his cheeks redden as one called out, "Hey, twinkie, you lost or somethin'?" Trying for an air of confidence, he whipped out his fake ID for the guy working the door, who barely glanced at it. He seemed much more interested in checking out the snug crotch of Kurt's pants. Well, that was a waste of $150, he thought.
There was no cover, so he breezed past the bouncer and headed straight for the bar. He wasn't much of a drinker, but he needed something alcoholic fast to calm his racing nerves. When the amused looking bartender got to him, Kurt realized he had no idea what to order. The bartender, shirtless and wearing tight jeans, winked at him and said not to worry, he'd take care of it. A minute later, he delivered a martini glass with bright green liquid in it, and Kurt handed over a 20 dollar bill gratefully. He gulped down a quarter of the drink immediately, feeling the burn of vodka and green apple Pucker slide down his throat. The bartender returned with his change, and Kurt slid one of the dollars back at him for a tip. The bartender smiled at him, but then his eyes diverted to behind Kurt.
Curious, he turned on his bar stool and immediately felt his mouth go dry. Standing right behind him were several rough looking guys, dressed scantily in an assortment of denim and leather. He felt his eyes go wide, even though he knew it was a probably bad idea to give away how scared he was. Oh crud, I've really done it this time, he thought. He hadn't expected his first time to be a picnic, but a gang bang wasn't really on his radar screen either.
One of the guys, frighteningly muscular with a hairy chest and leather armbands, put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and trailed it down his arm. The corner of his mouth turned up in what could only generously be called a grin. "Well, well," he said, "What do we have here? Little past your bedtime, isn't it, Snow White?" A ripple of deep, masculine laughter came from among his pals. Kurt closed his eyes, just waiting to be grabbed off his seat and tossed to the ground.
Instead, he felt a warm, firm grip on his shoulder. "Hey, baby, I hope I didn't keep you waiting," a strangely familiar voice said to his right. Opening his eyes and turning his head, he saw hot hazel eyes boring possessively into his. Confused, he reared back a little and tried to absorb the bigger picture. The man squeezing his shoulder was shirtless, his broad chest decorated with silky looking dark brown hair and flat copper nipples. His face was stubbled way beyond 5 o'clock shadow, and he was wearing the tightest pair of black leather pants Kurt had ever seen. But it wasn't until his lips twitched up in a weird smile that Kurt recognized him. Dave Karofsky? You have got to be kidding me!
Dave put his free hand over the other guy's hand and yanked it off of Kurt. The older man looked mildly offended. "This your bitch, David?" he said. "He should have said something."
Dave slid the hand on Kurt's shoulder over the slender boy's chest, trailing it down to the waistband of his red pants and venturing inside just a bit. "I haven't really let him out much," he replied. "He's still got a lot to learn." Dave leaned over and bit the shell of Kurt's ear, none to gently. Kurt groaned helplessly; he was scared, confused, and shocked to feel a twinge of desire. "See?"
The deep rumble of laughter repeated, as Kurt felt a strong arm circle his waist and push him off the stool. "Let's dance," Dave said, escorting Kurt to the dance floor and smashing their pelvises together once they got there. His lips traveled to Kurt's ear. "What the fuck are you doing here, Hummel?" he rasped, his voice no longer seductive or teasing.
"What am I doing here?" He looked at Karofsky in disbelief. "What are you doing here?"
Dave smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm doing what I can't do in Lima, obviously. Hanging out with a bunch of other bears and getting my rocks off. What's your excuse? Worked your way through all your options at gay Hogwarts already?" He leaned close again, whispering in Kurt's ear. "I always figured you for a cock slut, Hummel, but you're in over your head here."
Insulted, Kurt brought his hands to Karofsky's chest to push him away. But the minute his hands touched the warm skin, he faltered. He'd never touched another boy there before. He and Blaine had held hands, and kissed chastely once after Kurt had begged him to finally let him have a real first kiss. The kiss had been about as exciting as the ones he'd shared with Brittany, but at the time he'd thought it was sweet that Blaine was such a gentleman. This, on the other hand, was strangely intimate. Kurt's pale, delicate fingers contrasted interestingly with Karofsky's darker skin, and the generous amount of silky dark hair. He looked up at the larger boy…no, man. The person holding him was no boy; between the outfit, facial hair and confidence, Karofsky could easily pass for 10 years older than his true age. Kurt swallowed and searched for his bitch face; hoping it looked at least somewhat natural, he spoke. "I am not. I came here to get laid, same as you." His innate sarcasm kicked in. "By a real man. And if you don't stop acting like you own me, I won't have the chance to find one."
Karofsky's right eye twitched, and his grip on the small of Kurt's back tightened. "Have you lost your fucking mind, Hummel?" he asked. "Do you know what these guys would do to a twink like you? I don't know how hard you've been getting it at that frilly boarding school of yours, but if you haven't been walking around with toilet paper stuffed in your underwear to keep the blood from getting on your pants, you have no idea what you're talking about." Kurt paled, and his fingers curled a little into Karofsky's chest. Karofsky kept going, obviously intent on making his point. "You'll be lucky if they even take you some place private. 3 weeks ago, they had this guy in the bathroom. One guy was fucking his ass, and another one had his cock so far down his throat, it made me feel like gagging. A third guy was jerking the little whore off, and himself at the same time." He looked at Kurt's stunned expression. "Don't get me wrong, the dude loved it. He was having the time of his life. But you, Fancy?" he brought one hand up to Kurt's soft cheek and caressed it, his other arm still gripping Kurt tightly. "I don't think you'd like it so much. So why don't you shut the fuck up, while I figure out how to get us out of here."
Kurt found his voice. "Are you…are you rescuing me, Karofsky?" He was completely astonished. If anything, he'd thought that Dave would be leading the charge on any violation of Kurt's body.
Karofsky smiled. Not that weird, forced one from earlier, but a genuine one. He chuckled. "It looks like someone needs to, Princess Peach," he said. "And call me David. Everyone here does, and it'll be a dead giveaway if you call me by my last name." He paused for a moment, becoming serious. "If I'm going to get you out here without an ambulance, you need to go along with whatever I say or do." The soft touch on Kurt's cheek turned forceful, and Dave's hand gripped his jaw. "I mean it, Hummel. You can't get all prissy or offended. They know I'd never fuck someone who gave me a hard time. So whatever acting skills you've learned in those faggy glee clubs? I suggest you use them."
Kurt nodded, and Dave released his jaw. He brought the hand down to Kurt's ass and squeezed hard. Kurt gasped and tried not to jerk away from the slightly painful sensation. Dave began to grind his crotch against Kurt's, and leaned in to suck Kurt's earlobe into his mouth. The slender boy couldn't help it; he began to harden under the sensual onslaught. To go from barely having ever been touched in a sexual way, other than by his own hands, to having this strong man's hands and mouth on him was overwhelmingly erotic. He moaned, and Dave released his earlobe with a quick bite. He whispered into Kurt's ear. "That's it," he said. "Just like that. Touch me too, it's not very convincing if I have to do all the work."
Kurt froze for a moment, his inexperience leaving his mind completely blank. He brought his cheek to Dave's to hide the blush he could feel burning up his face. "I don't know what to do," he whispered back.
"Stroke my chest," said Dave. "And touch my nipples, it's no secret here that that's a big turn-on for me."
Kurt pulled back, hoping that his crimson face would be interpreted as desirous, rather than embarrassed. He began to caress Dave's chest, surprised to realize how much he enjoyed the texture of the hair against his sensitive fingertips. It wasn't scratchy or rough, but soft and sleek feeling. He continued to toy with the hair with his left hand, and brought the right down to Dave's nipple. He wasn't sure what to do again. He'd never played with his own nipples before; when he masturbated, he usually kept things strictly south of the border. But he didn't want to ask Dave for help again, worrying that it would look suspicious to the other men in the bar. If he was Dave's…bitch, he wouldn't be asking him for continuous direction. Plus, it was kind of humiliating to realize that Dave was now so much more experienced sexually with men than Kurt. Dammit, he was proud of being gay, and in Lima he fancied himself the expert in all matters even remotely homosexual. The irony of David freaking Karofsky, total closet case and manly man, teaching Kurt how to be convincingly gay was painful. What the hell, he thought. Even if I don't do it right, it's all for show anyway. It's not like this is real. He ignored the …right? that attached itself to the end of his thought.
He brushed his thumb against the flat circle, watching it begin to furl up and rise. Encouraged, he brought his other fingers into play, stroking and rubbing the nub that he'd made. From above him, he though he heard Dave gasp, and felt a hard ridge press against his pelvis. Okay, maybe I am doing it right. Dave's reaction was pleasing to Kurt, regardless of the bizarre circumstances. Taking a wild stab in the dark, he pinched the nub tightly and twisted his fingers back and forth a little. "Oh, fuck, Hum…Kurt", he heard Dave groan. One of his big hands came up to fasten in the back of Kurt's hair, pulling it a little. He tugged Kurt's head back so their eyes could meet, and Kurt felt his knees go weak at the naked lust in Dave's eyes. I made him hot, thought Kurt, and crazily, felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. Dave's eyes narrowed slightly at Kurt's grin, and without warning, moved his hand to the front of Kurt's pants and squeezed the hard bulge he found there. Kurt opened his mouth but managed to keep back the squeal that wanted to escape.
Dave brought his mouth to Kurt's, thrusting his tongue inside immediately. This was nothing like their first kiss in the locker room. Dave took his time, exploring the inside of Kurt's mouth thoroughly, occasionally pulling his head back to change the angle of the kiss. He sucked Kurt's lower lip into his mouth and bit into it, causing Kurt to thrust his erection into Dave's hand. He's such a good kisser. Kurt marveled. Who would have ever thought it? He followed Dave's lead, allowing his face, lips and tongue to be positioned exactly to Dave's liking, and trying like hell not to whimper continuously. After what seemed like hours, but was surely only minutes, Dave broke the kiss by jerking roughly on Kurt's hair.
Kurt panted, staring up at Dave's moist lips and intense eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, then Dave spoke, loud enough to be heard over the music this time. "Let's get out of here. We're going to my place, and I'm going to fuck you until you scream, baby." He released Kurt's head and crotch, grabbed his arm and began to pull him towards the door, picking up what must have been his discarded shirt from the back of a chair along the way. He got about 5 steps before two of the guys who had approached Kurt at the bar blocked them.
"Going somewhere, David?" the dark haired man on the right asked.
"Yeah," replied Dave, looking at the older man as if he were an idiot. "I'm taking the princess here back to my place so he can finish what he started." He jerked Kurt next to him, bringing his free hand up to brush Kurt's lips. "I need a blow job. And as you can probably tell just by looking at him, Kurt here is a fantastic little cocksucker." Dave smiled broadly, and Kurt tried not to show any reaction, as if people talked about his imaginary oral sex talents right in front of him every day.
The other man, bald with a graying beard, chuckled. "He sure looks like the type," he said, looking Kurt up and down lasciviously. He turned his gaze back to Dave. "Not in the mood to share? How selfish of you, David."
Kurt stiffened, but Dave remained casual. "Nope, not tonight. I feel like having him all to myself. I've got a lot of plans for his sweet little ass, and I don't need anyone else getting in the way." He turned his head to Kurt and pressed a kiss to his temple. Looking back at the two men, he said, "I'll bring him back next week, though. I know I usually only come once a month or so, but for you guys, I'll make an exception." Dave slung his arm around Kurt's waist and squeezed. "He really is too good not to spread around. So, on that note…" he said, lifting an eyebrow expectantly. The two men stepped out of the way, and Dave led Kurt out the door and into the cold night air.
"Do you have your car, or did you take a cab?" asked Dave. He had yet to take his arm off of Kurt.
"I have my car. It's the black SUV over there." He pointed, and they walked up to it.
Dave removed his arm and looked at Kurt. "You gonna unlock the doors, or what? It's cold out here." He pulled on his shirt as Kurt fumbled for his keys. The lights blinked, and Dave began walking over to the passenger side. Cautiously, Kurt got into the car and just sat there, not knowing what to do or say. He could feel Dave's stare at him from across the car, but kept his eyes trained on the steering wheel.
Dave cleared his throat. "We should probably get out of here. I took a cab, so you can drive me to my motel. I think it's the least you can do," he said. Kurt, still not saying anything, started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. They didn't speak at all on the drive, other than Dave giving Kurt the address of the Days Inn so Kurt could put it in his GPS. After about 10 minutes, the SUV pulled into the motel parking lot, and parked near the entrance.
They sat in continued silence for a moment, until Dave shrugged and reached for the door. "Wait," said Kurt quietly. Dave turned to look at him, and Kurt took a deep breath before speaking. "Thank you. For helping me out tonight. You're right, I was in over my head. I don't know why you helped me, but I appreciate it."
"Seriously, Hummel, what were you doing there?" Dave responded. "You couldn't have picked a worse place."
"I tried to go to The Mean Bull first, but it's closed. I didn't want to drive all the way back without even getting into a bar, and saw the other place was really close."
"Proximity isn't the best way to pick a gay bar, really. Cocktail Daddy's isn't bad, but it's on the other side of town."
"Kind of an expert for a closet case, aren't you?" asked Kurt sarcastically.
Dave gave Kurt a dry look. "Actually, yes. I mean, they're really the only places I can be out, and I can only make it up here every few weeks without anyone figuring out what I'm doing. So when I am here, I try to hit as many places as I can." He smiled faintly at Kurt's surprised look. "It's too bad The Mean Bull got busted. That place would have been right up your alley. Pretty twinks like you from wall to wall. I don't go there much, though. The music gives me a headache, and I'm not really the type most of those guys go for anyway." His smile disappeared. "As you know."
Kurt looked down, and felt a need to change the subject. "So when did you start coming up here?" he asked.
"The weekend after you transferred to Dalton."
Kurt's head whipped up. "What?"
"Look Kurt, I know I did some shitty, creepy things to you." Dave said. When you actually changed schools to get away from me, I realized that I'd become someone I never thought I could be. I was…dangerous, and completely messed up. I knew the only way I wasn't going to wind up killing somebody else, or myself, was to at least start accepting what I was. I figured Cleveland was far enough away. There's Columbus, of course, but I didn't think driving past Westerville on my way to and from there was a very good idea." He paused. "Anyway, when it all gets to be too much, I come up here to blow off some steam. I hang out, I drink a little, I fuck a lot, and by the time I get home it's enough to get me by for another few weeks. I don't slam people into lockers hard enough to bruise them anymore, and my grades are back up. It's not great, but it's a hell of a lot better than it was."
"Wow," said Kurt, softly. He couldn't think of anything to say.
"I'm going to ask you a third time, Kurt. If you don't answer me, I'm getting out of the car and we'll both pretend that none of this happened." He met Kurt's eyes steadily. "What are you doing up here? It's obvious it's your first time on the scene in Cleveland, and unlike me, you aren't trying to hide anything from the folks back home. You're at a boarding school full of guys, and statistically, some of have them to be gay too. I know for a fact at least one of them is, that perfect Ken doll who nearly outed me on the quad. So what's the deal?"
"The deal is, the perfect school turned out to not be so perfect after all," Kurt said. "And the perfect Ken doll was equally disappointing. Nothing is ever perfect, or even very effing good most of the time, and I'm tired of holding off on things because I'm waiting for the right time or the right person. Neither of those things are ever going to exist for me, I'm pretty sure. I'm tired of being alone, and I'm even more tired of feeling like maybe I'm so unlikable, I deserve to be."
"You're not unlikable, Kurt," said Dave. "I liked you just fine, although you can see where that got us."
Kurt felt the corner of his mouth quirk up in a half smile. "The point is, it's unlikely that I'm going to find someone to connect with emotionally, at least not for a long time. Everyone else seems to be fine with casual sex, so why do I make things even harder on myself by abstaining?" He looked out the window for a minute, unable to believe he was having this conversation with Dave. It was positively surreal. "I came up here to lose my virginity. But apparently, I can't even do that right. I'm going back to Dalton the same pathetic virgin I was when I left." He put his head in his hands, despairing.
The inside of the car was quiet for a while. Then, Dave spoke softly. "Not necessarily."
Kurt took his head out of his hands and looked over at Dave, wide-eyed. Surely he wasn't suggesting…
"If you're not interested, no problem." Dave had a casual tone to his voice, but it was a little higher pitched than usual. "It's just, I could, you know, help you out with that. If you want."
Kurt blinked. He thought about how Dave had bullied him at school. Then he thought about how he'd saved his ass (literally) at the bar tonight, and how it had felt to have Dave's tongue in his mouth and his hands on Dave's chest. He looked over at Dave, who was reclining in the corner between the door and the back of his seat. He took in his stubbled chin, unbuttoned shirt, and leather clad thighs. He thought about going back to Dalton and idly mentioning to Blaine that not only was he no longer a virgin, but he'd lost his maiden tag to none other than Dave Karofsky.
He smiled and met Dave's eyes again. "Okay."
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