Chapter Four

Hot steamy water ran over Dave's head while Kurt's hot soapy hands ran over his shoulders and torso. Kurt had the brilliant idea of taking a shower together to expedite the cleaning of their bodies and add a little foreplay at the same time. Dave was also thankful for the idea because he was a little self-conscious about his stocky body and so the pedestrian task of cleaning stopped him from worrying too much. The fact that Kurt sunk to his knees and gave him a phenomenal blowjob as soon as they stepped in the shower didn't hurt either. He decided that going to the gym was worth all the pain and anguish of getting up at 6:00am every workday morning, because instead giving into the bulge like most officers in his station, he was nicely toned. Kurt had mentioned quite a few times how hot he looked and he was beginning to actually believe it.

Kurt's nail caught on some of Dave's chest hair and he moaned. "Oh sorry Dave, I hope that didn't hurt too much?"

"No. In fact I felt it more in the southerly regions than on my chest."

"Good! Maybe I should do it again." Kurt smiled looking up at Dave and tugging lightly on his chest hair.

"Do you mind that I'm hairy?

"You're not all that hairy. You should see Walter! He is small and skinny with a prestigious amount of hair, unfortunately none of it on his head. He always looked like a drowned Gibbon in a shower.

"So he doesn't sound handsome at all."

"Nope!" laughed kurt, "he has an amazing presence though and when he smiles and it reaches his eyes, he is very compelling looking."

Dave bit down the jealousy that was rising up and changed the topic quickly.

"I like your chest, you're so lovely and bare."

"I have to shave."

"You have to?"

"Unfortunately my chest hair grows in tuffs, mainly around my nipples, so if I don't shave my nipples look like they have long thick eyelashes. When I look in the mirror I have these two cartoony-looking eyes staring back at me."

Dave couldn't help it, he had to laugh at the mental image Kurt just conjured up.

"Oh I'd pay to see that!"

"Honey, you would never make enough money for the amount I'd charge. I'd be too embarrassed showing my natural chest hair to anyone."

Dave was surprised and happy that Kurt would have body issues, it made him feel more relaxed.

After the shower, they moved to the bedroom and Kurt quickly jumped on the bed leaving Dave lots of room to join him. Dave shifted his feet, feeling suddenly shy again, still not believing that he was actually going to 'make love' to Kurt Hummel. Make love, the words were so simple yet profound. He was 25 years old and had never 'made love'. He'd had sex, if you can call it that - fumbling in the dark, jerking off a friend or blowing them. But this thing with Kurt was going to be life altering he just could feel it.

Kurt must have been puzzling over why he was just standing there because he suddenly made a quip to pull Dave out of his musings.

"Hey there handsome, want to 'cop' a feel?" He giggled at his play on words.

"Uh I dunno, wanna feel a cop?" Dave replied cringing at the lameness of his joke.

It must of tickled Kurt's funny bone because he peeled with laughter. He repeated the lines again to himself and giggled some more. Dave had heard Kurt laugh before but this spontaneous unrestrained laughing was music to his ears. He was thrilled to death that he was the cause of such merriment.

Kurt jumped off the bed and grabbed Dave around the waist and started peppering him with kisses and at the same time wrangled him over to the bed and pushed him onto the mattress.

"Oh honey, I just don't want to just feel a cop, I want to fuck you senseless!"

The statement scared Dave shitless!

"Whoa! Whoa! I need to take a breather." Dave gasped trying to get out from under Kurt.

"Why! What's wrong?"

"Nothing really, we just seem to be moving along pretty fast."

"What are you, a sixteen year old girl who wants to save it till marriage?" Kurt joked. The look on Dave's face told him he was close to the truth. "What's going on Dave?" he asked in a more serious tone.

"I've fooled around a bit with guys, jerking off or giving and receiving blow jobs but I haven't actually…" he trailed off not sure how to finish.

"You mean you haven't put your dick up anybody's ass and no one's done the same to you?"

Dave just nodded, embarrassed.

"I would really, really like you inside me, Dave. We can start there, if you don't want me to reciprocate, that's okay."

"I don't know what to do."

"Just follow my lead." Kurt crouched on the edge of the bed. "It's probable easier for you to stand Dave."

Dave got off the bed and stood behind Kurt and hesitantly placed his hands on Kurt's ass and caressed it. Kurt was so beautiful, even though he felt he wasn't ready, his cock sure was. It was already standing to attention, straining towards Kurt's cheeks.

Dave grabbed the lube and fitted on a condom while listening to Kurt's advice on how to use his fingers to prepare the smaller man for his size.

Kurt relaxed quickly and was very enthusiastic in his encouragement for Dave to take the plunge.

"Damn it Dave, You're torturing me here! For God's sake fuck me already!"

Dave quickly did as he was told and pushed his penis in Kurt's ass right to the hilt.

"Oh fuck! Do that again just like that!" hollered Kurt.

And Dave did again and again quickly achieving a regular pace. He couldn't believe the feeling of being inside Kurt. It felt so intimate and right.

After some very energetic humping on Daves part, Kurt started to vigorously palm himself in rythm to Dave's pumping, "Oh God! I'm so close! I'm going to lose it any second."

Dave sped up his pace feeling the familiar warning signs that he was also about to climax. Kurt suddenly came loudly and Dave who could feel his climactic spasms shuddered to an explosive finish right after.

Dave managed to slip off Kurt and lie beside him gathering him up in his arms. They sort of lounged around dosing for a little while, kissing a lot, and laughing and teasing each other until both of them started to feel aroused.

"Dave, what do you say trying it out?" Kurt asked while fondling Dave's growing manhood.

"What do you mean?"

"Full on anal sex, having me inside you this time."

"Kurt I don't know…"

"We'll go really slow and you can stop me at any time." Dave didn't like the strange look in Kurt's eye.

"Oh Goddamn!" hissed Dave face down into the pillow. He didn't think he could endure the torture much longer. Kurt wasn't joking when he said he would go really slow; he was going at a glacial pace. Kurt was taking his sweet time tracing his tongue up Dave's legs, sometimes licking in circles, other times nipping at Dave's skin lightly. Whatever he did, it was a relentless gradual trip towards Dave's sensitive parts and it was slowly driving Dave mad.

"Kurt! You're driving me nuts."

"Oh sorry want me to stop?" he grinned.

"No! Speed up! I'll be finished before you get there at this rate."

"Almost there, be patient," and Kurt continued at the same speed he was going. When he reached the top of the larger man's thighs, he moved Dave's legs further apart to gain better access.

Dave, groaned again as he felt Kurt's tongue lick all around his testicles. His hands were aching from gripping the sheets so tight, all his taught nerves in that area felt like they were on fire. His breathing was labored and he was sure he couldn't take much more stimulation.

"Aaagghhh!" He gasped as Kurt's tongue moved along his perineum and in between his cheeks. Kurt's hands separate his cheeks and he felt a warm coolness as Kurt lightly blew on the wet skin. Dave pounded his fists on the bed while Kurt chuckled. He moaned loudly again when he felt the flat of kurt's tongue press against his puckered hole. When he felt Kurt's tongue spear into his anus, he was almost ready to cry, it feel so good.

"Ready? Dave I'm going to add some fingers." Dave just nodded, he lost the power of speech ages ago. "Just try to feel where the muscles are tight, where it hurts a bit and relax that area. That's good! That feels better now doesn't it?"

"Gaaahhh" Dave's whole quaked and he bucked his hips.

"There you go. I've just introduced you to your prostate!"

Dave lay back in bed feeling the sweat evaporate off his skin and enjoyed the tingling sensation of his body as it shook off the waning effects of the most powerful orgasm he ever had. He moved his hips slightly and felt a light ache in his backside where Kurt had been inside. The ache reminded him of a good hurt like sore muscles after a great hockey game. This was ten times better because it reminded him of how amazing it was having Kurt fill him up like that.

It was turning into late afternoon and they were still laying in each others arms in no hurry to go anywhere. They talked about the TV shows they watched as kids, and gradually moved on to the stupid embarrassing things that happened to them over the course of their lives.

"I'm telling you they are excellent as heat insulators, less bulky than long johns!"

"I'm sure they are!" howled Kurt, laughing over a silly story about Dave getting caught wearing pantyhose in the locker room after a hockey game.

Dave decided it was time to bring up their dubious past while Kurt was in such high spirits.

"Kurt, do you have any sort of bitterness towards me for the things I did to you in school?"

"No, not really. I abhor bullies in general, but you seem to have grown out of your 'Neanderthal jerk' stage and have become a really nice man. Besides, a few slushies and being shoved in lockers seems child's play compared to some other bullies I've met." Kurt finished off wistfully.

"You've been hurt by somebody?" Dave asked suddenly alert and angry.

"I got swarmed by a bunch of homophobic punks shortly after arriving in New York, I was pretty beaten up but I wasn't thinking of physical hurt. Psychological bullies are worse and I got worked over pretty good. Your stuff was child's play compared to that."

"What happened?" Dave's blood was pumping ready to kill somebody.

"Remember Blaine, the boy I was with when I confronted you the next day about the kiss? Well he was my first romance. I fell totally and completely in love with him when I was in Dalton."

"Then you realized what a jerk he was and left him right?"

"No, I persued him, totally let him control me and I and listened to his subtle put downs and accepted all his constant criticisms."

"Then you woke up and realized what a jerk he was and you left him right?"

"Noooo, I worked two jobs as well as going to university and did all the housework because his courses were tougher and his career was more important than mine. I managed to pay for the rent and make payments for our car, but we still had lots of debt, mainly because he wanted to keep up appearances with his rich friends."

"So you finally realized what a rotten jerk he was and you left him."

"Uh uh, I walked in on him early one day, (my boss made me go home early because I could hardly stand with a flu I was suffering with), and I found him in our bed, banging some guy. I was upset and angry and he didn't even bother to apologize. As far as he was concerned it was all my fault. I didn't give him enough, I didn't love him enough, and I wasn't good enough for him."

"Tell me you realized then what a jerk he was and kicked him out."

"Not exactly, I stayed and tried to fix our relationship. He didn't even try to fix it and after a few months, he kicked me out the apartment and kept the car. His name on the apartment lease so I was the one who had to leave, and since my name was the only one on the car, I had to pay it off while he drove around in it. I know how pathetic that sounds but I was so beaten down psychologically that I accepted it. It took a year and a half of therapy to understand what happened. It was then I realized he was jerk."

"I can't believe it I'm actually smarter than you."

"What do you mean by that?"

Dave smiled, "Back in highschool I could tell he was a total jerk and I only met him for five minutes."

Kurt laughed loudly, "That's because it takes one to know one, you jerk!" He punched Dave's arm lightly and then suddenly got quiet.

"You know Dave, that's the first time I laughed about that period of my life. He hurt me so bad, it made what you did pale in comparison."

"Well I sent you there into that guy's clutches." Dave said sadly. "If I hadn't threatened to kill you -"

"Okay. Okay! It's all your fault!" Kurt slapped Dave's hand playfully. "If you want to take on the blame it's alright by me. I'm tired of carrying this monkey on my back."

"You got it."

"You can't take the blame for Walter though; I got into that all by myself." Kurt said on a more serious note.

"He was another jerk."

"Well he was a bit of different kind of jerk. Walter wanted me from the get go, there was no doubt there. He wined and dined me, took me off on romantic weekends. He pursued me and I was very flattered, especially after what I went through with Blaine. He was so up front about everything. He told me right at the beginning of our relationship that he loved sex with twinks. If some young guy wanted to give him a blow job for a place in the chorus line he wasn't going to say no, no matter how much he loved me. I thought it was so mature and sophisticated of me to allow such dalliances."

"He did more than dally."

"It was my fault most likely. I never fully committed to the relationship. I kept my own apartment, and held back emotionally. It's no wonder he fell for someone else."

"Bullshit! Don't blame yourself for the fact he can't keep it in his pants. He was the one that told you he couldn't commit at the beginning, no wonder you held back."

"I certainly suck in the relationship department but not in the good way."

"It's funny, back in highschool, you told me that I wasn't your type. It seems jerks that treat you mean and dick around with you are definitely your type." Dave chuckled.

Kurt suddenly pulled away, got up started to get dressed.

"You're right. No more jerks, No more relationships. I'm through."

"Kurt I was just joking, I didn't mean it as a criticism. You'll find someone that will treat you right. You deserve it."

"Do you mind taking me home?"

"Kurt please! You must have guessed already how I feel about you. Today has been the best day in my entire life so far, because we made love. It could be like that every day. I'll never cheat on you. You are all I'd ever want."

"Dave, don't be ridiculous. How could this ever work? You're a cop in Lima and I work in theatre in New York. I've had two really fucked up relationships and you haven't even had one. This afternoon was fun, in fact it was phenomenal but it was just sex for me and nothing else."

Dave felt like he had just been sucker punched. His rosy visions of a future with Kurt crashed around him. He couldn't think of anything to say.

"If you don't want to take me home I understand I'll grab a cab."

"No, I'll take you home, just let me get dressed."

The drive to Kurt's was awful and neither of them felt like talking. Dave had turned on the radio so that the music would hide the silence but it seemed to mock the lack of dialogue between them so he turned it off. When they reached the Hummel driveway, Kurt thanked him without looking at him and opened the car door to get out.

Dave wasn't ready for Kurt to just walk out of his life. An empty hole was already forming in his heart and he dreaded going back home to his lonely apartment and lonely life. He was desperate to find some way to reach the only man he had ever loved.

"Kurt, would you consider at least being friends with me?"

"What do you mean exactly?"

"Could I keep in contact with you? We had a good time together – I mean outside of the sex. I would just like to talk to you sometimes. Maybe take some time off and visit you in New York."

Kurt looked straight ahead for several seconds obviously turning over the pros and cons in his head. He finally grabbed his bag and rummaged around in it and pulled out a card.

"Here's my home email and phone number. You can contact me. I don't know about visiting me yet, I'll have to think about it."

"Thank you," said Dave simply, and carefully placed the card in his wallet, happy to have some connection with Kurt.

"Well I guess this is goodbye then."

"Goodbye Kurt."

Dave watched as Kurt walked up the driveway and slip into the Hummel home. For the first time in years Dave felt like having a good ol' bawl.