Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who's reviewed and added this story to favorites and alerts- I really appreciate it! I'm a teacher and in grad school, and now that both of those have started back, updates will be more infrequent. Several of the chapter titles have been taken from Nina Simone's version of "Suzanne,"- the lyrics remind me of the Kurt in this story.
His first day of work with Kurt had been hell. They'd been out by the lake since 6 A.M. so they could get everything set up in time for the sunrise. Kurt had insisted on being there from the start, and he'd dictated Dave's every move throughout the shoot. Once, Dave had sneezed, and Kurt had muttered under his breath and shot murderous glances at him for five minutes. Now that the sun had finally gone down and the shoot was over, Kurt had wanted Dave to load all the photos on his laptop and come to his room so they could look them over.
Peering over Kurt's shoulder, Dave could see that this was some of the best work he'd ever done. The colors were perfection, and the textures of the landscapes around the models caused Kurt's creations to pop. The designer turned around, and Dave was struck by the broad smile on his face. "My god, David, you actually managed to do something right. These are phenomenal! I may hire you for every collection I make. I had my assistant get me a few bottles of wine so that I could try to forget how your photos were going to make my line go down in flames. Since that doesn't seem likely anymore, would you like a glass?"
Two bottles in and Kurt was giggling like a little girl. A light red blush spread across his face and his head lolled on Dave's shoulder. When Dave jokingly nudged him, Kurt collapsed with his torso across Dave's legs, laughing even harder. He stared up at Dave and the blush got a little darker. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and if Dave hadn't been sitting down, he knew his knees would have buckled.
"David...David, do you want to kiss me?" The wine had turned Kurt's voice singsongy. "I know you had a crush on me in high school and I, I think you want me now." Kurt was damn right, Dave thought. He did want him, although Dave wasn't sure if he wanted the Kurt he remembered from high school, or the one who'd just started stroking his way up Dave's thigh.
Kurt turned longing eyes toward Dave. "I want you to fuck me." Dave gulped. What the hell was he supposed to do? Kurt had been running hot and cold-mostly cold, he mused-since he'd arrived, and he could just imagine what Kurt would say when he woke up tomorrow and realized they'd had sex. He needed an out. He could fake needing to use the bathroom, lock himself in, and try to make a decision. Sighing, he gingerly lifted Kurt's head from his lap and murmured that he'd be right back.
Leaning against the vanity, Dave warred with himself. This might be the only chance he ever had to touch Kurt and he knew that it would be amazing. However, Kurt seemed determined to make Dave feel as badly about himself as possible, and damned if he wasn't succeeding. Dave couldn't remember the last time he felt this insecure about his body, his work, his clothes, the way he talked. It was probably best to cut his losses and leave Kurt's room now, even though he knew he'd regret it. He squared his shoulders, opened the door, and was hit full in the face with the sight of a naked Kurt lying on top of the bed.
God, Kurt was amazing. Not a single fantasy Dave had had in high school measured up to the way Kurt looked spread wantonly across the sheets. His eyes were closed and his hair was tousled from the wind they'd been shooting in earlier today. Kurt hummed in the back of his throat, and Dave could imagine so clearly how it would feel if Kurt was humming around Dave's cock. This was it. He finally had the chance to be with the man he hadn't been able to get out of his head since high school, and here he was, standing in the bathroom door and acting like a scared closet case.
But still. No matter how breathtaking Kurt looked right now, there was no way sex between them could turn out well. He knew he needed to stick with the decision he'd just made and was about to just duck out before Kurt came to his senses when Kurt whispered, "Are you going to come over here or not, David?" His voice sounded so tiny and worried, Dave found himself walking toward the bed without really thinking about it.
When he reached the side of the bed, Kurt stretched his arm up, fingers twisting in the material of Dave's shirt, and tugged. Dave's knees hit the mattress and his lips were suddenly crushed to Kurt's. Dave grasped Kurt's hips and rolled them over so that Kurt was straddling him, grinding down onto his lap. Kurt looped one arm under Dave's neck and trailed the other up his side.
His previous decision to leave now in the back of his mind, Dave pulled his shirt over his head while Kurt unbuttoned his pants. As horrible as this new Kurt could be, the feeling of his skin against Dave's was amazing. Kurt stretched up to kiss along Dave's jawline, then started placing tiny pecks down his throat and chest. In all the fantasies he'd had in high school, Dave had been the one on his knees in front of Kurt, figuring that was the only way Kurt would ever have considered that kind of interaction between them.
And now he needed to get out of his own head before Kurt sensed his distraction and this encounter was over before it had begun. If he got them back in the position he'd always imagined, with his mouth on Kurt, maybe that would be enough to keep Kurt from remembering that he was naked with someone that he apparently still hated.
He lifted Kurt off him and settled the slim man back on the bed. He lowered his head to place a kiss on Kurt's hipbone and heard a shuddering sigh come from above his head. Feeling more confident, he started at the base of Kurt's dick and ran his tongue lightly up to the head. Kurt's hips twitched and Dave heard him start to murmur. He tried to listen, but found himself caught up in rhythmic movements Kurt's hips were now making. He wrapped his lips around the head of Kurt's cock and slid his mouth down. Kurt's babbling became louder as Dave reached around him to toy with his pucker. As he slid a finger into Kurt, he felt Kurt's fingers tighten in his hair, and warmth flooded his mouth.
After he'd softened, Kurt reached down and drew Dave up to him. Burying his head in Dave's chest, he continued his quiet murmurs. "...knew you cared about me, you wouldn't stand me up..." Kurt's voice trailed off as Dave wrapped him more tightly in his arms. He stiffened, then breathed, "Excuse me," as he got out the bed and walked, straight-backed, to the bathroom. Dave stretched himself out on the bed, smiling contentedly. He may not have gotten off, but he'd never seen anything that turned him on more than Kurt's orgasm. Once Kurt got back, he thought, he could persuade him to pick up where they'd left off.
After a minute, Kurt came back from the bathroom and picked up Dave's shirt. Dave grinned lazily, thinking how sexy the smaller man would look in the faded T-shirt, when it smacked him in the face. "All right, you've done what you're good for," came Kurt's strident voice as Dave struggled to remove the shirt that had somehow wrapped around his head. When he got it off, Kurt was leering at his still-hard penis. "Or at least, what you're somewhat good for. Anyway, I have work to do, so you can get dressed and see yourself out." With that, he pulled on a robe, scooted a chair up to the desk, and opened his laptop. Dave stared at him in disbelief. How could Kurt have been so passionate and desperate for him five minutes ago and now be so indifferent? It was too much for his mind to handle right now, so he just put his clothes on and headed for the door. As he left the room, Kurt sneered, "Took you long enough."
