Hand in Glove – Ch.4
"Come and heat me up, hamhock."
None too subtle hint taken, Dave let himself be pulled into Kurt – Kurt, gripping a handful of Dave's cotton shirt, lips wet and parted, gleam in his eye half born of vodka martinis and half –
"This time, I actually want you to kiss me, David, so..." Kurt spoke, cutting off the thought – any though - before Dave could finish it, and attacked him, mouth first, and hard, so hard he couldn't resist if he'd wanted to. It was a lot like that first time in the locker room; rough and needy and confusing as fuck.
Dave's heart pounded hard in his chest and his hand reached tentatively for Kurt's face, thumb grazing a high cheekbone, as Kurt paid particular attention to Dave's bottom lip, sucking it roughly between his own, biting, swiping his tongue across the delicate flesh before seeking entrance inside. Dave felt more than heard himself whimper at that, then all he could taste was Kurt; slightly sweet and spicy and bitter and, god, so hot in contrast the cold air around them. Kurt's hand tangled painfully in Dave's hair, tugging and pulling whilst deepening their kiss. The conflicting sensations sent twin bolts of heat through his body; flushing his face and turning the night around them into a distant haze while, at the same time, lighting a trail down his spine and to heat a low flame at his aching groin. In that moment, he never wanted to taste anything but the warm, wet sweetness of Kurt's mouth ever again.
Their tongues continued their tumultuous dance, but their frenetic pace slowed; Dave continued to stroke Kurt's face as they kissed and his free hand found itself gripping Kurt's hip again, more assuredly now than on the dance floor, fingers sliding up and under the soft fabric of his shirt to rub the smooth, warm skin beneath it. Kurt reacted to the touch with a soft, high gasp that pulled their hungry mouths briefly apart, just enough to let Dave open his eyes and to reassure himself that this was real, and to catch sight of the pink flush on Kurt's skin, just visible under the veil of dim streetlight, and he spoke in a low rasp that made Dave's already aching hard-on pulse painfully against the button fly of his jeans.
"Let's go to my car."
That brief skin to skin contact coupled with Kurt's words – not special words, not the explicit, dirty words he'd imagined Kurt saying in his numerous Hummel-themed fantasies, but words that, coming from Kurt, meant a lot – made Dave feel like he never had before, giddy and vulnerable all at once, ready to open himself up and let Kurt crawl inside him whole if he felt so inclined.
Kurt dragged him by the hand through the parking lot and, as soon as they'd reached the shiny black Navigator, pulled him in for another heated kiss. Dave felt emboldened by the need he saw in Kurt's wide eyes; pupils blown so they looked almost black in the muted light. Leaning one hand against the hood of the car, Dave pushed his body flush against Kurt's, pinning him to the car door. He allowed his free hand to travel down Kurt's side, skimming his waist, his hip and sliding over the swell of his ass to grip the back of his thigh and squeeze. Dave felt the muscle underhand stiffen at the touch, nerve-tight – and Dave could feel that wasn't all that was stiffening – and continued to squeeze; running his hand back up Kurt's ass, his fingers pressing tight against coarse jeans, their mouth's breaking apart briefly for an awesome moan to escape Kurt's lips.
Dave's hand found Kurt's face again as allowed himself to look at the other boy; his eyes were downcast, lips parted and chest heaving. "You're so..." Dave attempted to tell Kurt how beautiful he was; how fucking sexy, how amazing, but the words stuck in his throat and before he could free them, Kurt's tongue was occupying his mouth again. Dave's hand continued to knead Kurt's ass, taking no objection as acceptance, and he slipped his hips a little closer, squeezed tighter. Kurt's fingers dug hard into his back as they rutted against one another, but Dave faltered as felt Kurt tremble under him, not sure if he was nervous and excited, like he was, or, shit, was he scared? Or maybe just cold?
As if to answer Kurt pulled his mouth from Dave's and whispered, "Inside – let's...inside the car."
As soon as Dave's ass hit the seat, Kurt was climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs. Quick, cool hands rushed under his shirts, stroking up his belly towards his chest, yanking gently at the hair there, and his greedy mouth was on Dave's again, devouring the moan that desperately tried to escape Dave's lips.
Dave jerked his hips upwards and against Kurt's, who spread his thighs wider over Dave's so that their crotches were pressed tight together. Dave could feel how hard Kurt was, for him, and together with the desperate keening sound he was making between each kiss, it almost made Dave came in his pants. He closed his eyes, and let his head fall back, trying to regain some semblance of control. Kurt took that as invitation to nip and suck on his neck, causing Dave to moan unashamedly.
Before he realised what he was doing, the palm of Dave's hand was pressed tight against the fabric of Kurt's pants, rubbing at his erection, causing Kurt to bite down on the tender flesh of his neck. Breathless, Dave hooked a thumb into the waist of Kurt's jeans and asked, "Can I...?"
"Yes, fuck, please..."
And, wow, hearing Kurt like that? "So fucking hot..."
"Mmh," Kurt's moan vibrated against the pulse point of Dave's neck as Dave unzipped his fly.
Kurt pulled away from Dave's neck long enough to make short work of the buttons on is jeans buttons, yanking his pants down low on his hips to release his erection. Dave felt himself blush harder under Kurt's gaze – and how was there enough blood flowing there to make that possible? – and let his own eyes settle on Kurt's dick. It was as close as he'd been to another erection and, wow, yep, just when he thought he was as gay as he was gonna get, almost coming just from the sight of another guy's cock (Kurt Hummel's cock) in close proximity to his own probably made him just a little bit more gay.
They sat there, panting heavily, steaming the car windows and looking cautiously at one another, like everything until now had been pretending; getting partially naked made it real.
"Can I..." Dave asked again, hand hovering in the small space between their bodies, "...touch you?"
"Fuck, just do it Karofsky, before I change my mind." Kurt's tone was biting, impatient, despite his low rasp and it threw Dave for a loop.
"Kurt, what? Wait..." Dave backed his hands away, holding them up as though surrendering. What the fuck? Before he changes his mind? Kurt's words stung. "What does that even mean?"
"Just," Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his lips tight together. "Let's just do this, and..."
"'Do this?' What the fuck, Kurt? Why are you even doing this with me?"
"Really? You're asking this now?" Kurt crashed their lips together again and dug long fingers into Dave's bicep, hard enough to bruise, grinding their naked erections together.
"Uhn, Kurt, stop..."
"Are you kidding me, Karofsky?"
"Fuck, Kurt, I want this so much but not like this," Dave grabbed Kurt's arms and pushed him so their chests were no longer touching. "I don't know what's got into you; I don't wanna do anything to make you hate me again."
"Then shut up and..." Kurt wriggled out of Dave's grip and leaned towards him again, only to be stopped by Dave's hand on his chest.
"You're drunk and, shit, Kurt, you're obviously using me to prove some kind of point." Dave's hand was fisted tight in Kurt's shirt and he looked him in the eye as he spoke." I really fucking like you, I want you, but I don't want it to be like this."
"Isn't this what you do? Hook up with random guys and fuck and go home and feel ashamed of yourself?"
"You know what? Fuck you, Hummel." Dave pushed Kurt off his lap and struggled to put his dick back in his pants. "I knew you'd get around to judging me. Not that it's any of your business, but no, this isn't what I do. I've made out with exactly two guys in my entire life and haven't gotten as far with anyone, ever, as I just got with you. Happy? Now you can judge me for being a pathetic virgin on top of everything else."
Kurt sat up, tugged at the fastening on his jeans and pulled down his vest, anger quickly turning to hurt as he let out a sob and pushed weakly at Dave's arm. "Just go, David. Get out. Forget this ever happened."
Dave didn't respond right away, lust turned to anger in his chest, blood pounding in his ears and he wanted to lash out; to call Kurt out for being a teasing little bitch, to slam the door of the car and smash his fist into something.
But he didn't – he closed his eyes and focussed on his breathing, just like his therapist had shown him and when he spoke, it was calm. "No."
"Get out of my car!" Kurt's voice was shrill and Dave looked at him and saw wet, glassy eyes.
Whatever bullshit Kurt was pulling on Dave, he couldn't leave him alone, here, like this. "I'm not gonna let you drive like this. Sit for a minute, calm the fuck down, and I'll take you home."
"I'm not leaving my car here."
"Good, 'cause I don't have my truck tonight. I'll drive you home in this, and then I'll walk."
"You're not driving my car."
"Really? Good enough for a revenge fuck but not good enough to drive your precious car?"
Kurt was silent for a long moment then heaved a sigh, "That's not what this was about."
Dave let out a not-quite-laugh and turned towards the boy huddled at the opposite end of the seat. "Oh no?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I just wanted..."
Dave huffed as Kurt hesitated. He didn't blame Hummel for doing this, not really,but he didn't have to make it easy on him.
"I just wanted to feel...wanted or desirable or something, okay? I wanted to be something I'm not, because no one wants what I am..."
"That is so not fucking true, Kurt." Dave shook his head bitterly.
"Oh no? I'm not sexy, I'm not spontaneous or fun or exciting, I'm bitchy and judgemental..." Kurt broke off in a choked sob.
"Is this all about Blaine?"
He was silent for a minute but for a sniff as he wiped stray tears from his cheek.
"Seriously, just because one douchey guy thinks that, it doesn't mean anything. I mean, you're, like, the sexiest guy I've ever seen." Dave felt heat creep back into his cheeks as he said that, and looked out the still steamy window of the car, not wanting to see Kurt's expression at that admission.
"Really?"
Kurt's voice was soft and low and tentative, Dave would have laughed at the absurdity of that question if Kurt hadn't sounded so fragile.
"Shit, Kurt, really. I'm...I mean, I've been..." Dave paused and swallowed thickly, before chancing a look at Kurt's eyes. It felt good, in its own fucked up kind of way, to be finally saying this to Kurt. "I've liked you for a really long time. I know it didn't seem like it, and I know I fucked up beyond repair, but whatever tonight was about for you, it was like a fucking fantasy come true for me. Up until, like, five minutes ago."
"Then why did you stop?"
Dave sighed. "I told you, I don't want you to hate me because of this, I don't want to take advantage of you because you're drunk and feeling bad about yourself. I don't want you to use me for...I don't want you to regret...being with me. I'm not that guy, Kurt. Not anymore, anyway."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I get it, y'know? And I don't deserve any better from you, after...everything."
"It wasn't like that, I swear," Kurt's eyes shone bright with sincerity and he edged toward Dave across the leather seat. "This was about having fun. It wasn't about getting revenge on you or anything like that. You seemed so...different. And I'd been thinking about you, and wondering, and..." Kurt trailed off, letting his head fall back against the headrest of the backseat and his eyes close. "You're the only other gay guy I know, and I wanted to go out, and flirt, and see if...you'd be interested. But I don't do things like this, and I got a little nervous and just wanted it to happen. Before either of us changed our minds."
Dave wasn't sure what to say to that, so stayed quiet, watching Kurt, wishing, under the circumstances, that he could stop admiring the view; the pale stretch of neck, the fan of dark lashed on his cheek... He began to speak again, eyes still closed.
"I've only had one boyfriend, and I had to practically beg him to go out with me. No-one's ever wanted me, like that, you know? And I never knew if what happened before, when you kissed me, was because I was, just, there, or because you liked me or..."
"It was because I liked you."
"Okay," Kurt barely whispered, and opened his eyes, turning his head slightly towards Dave and meeting his gaze again.
They were silent for a long moment, some noisy patrons exited the bar and passed the car on their way, making kissy sounds and giggling.
"What about you?" Dave broke the silence; eyes darting towards the window, then slowly back to meet Kurt's.
"What about me?" Kurt asked, earnestly.
"I mean, tonight. With me. Was it because I was just here or..."
"Or because I like you?"
"Yeah."
"I like who you've become."
"Okay."
There was another stretch of silence, and Dave felt his phone buzz in his shirt pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the screen. The time was 22.51 and he had a message from Mike that read 'Have fun. Be safe!' He couldn't help but snigger at that.
"What?" Kurt asked, a little nervously.
"Nothing. C'mon, it's almost eleven, let me drive you home."
Kurt nodded his assent and they each made a final attempt to assemble themselves before getting out of the backseat.
Dave slid into the driver's seat and Kurt handed him his keys. They sat in awkward silence for the journey. Dave watched as Kurt fidgeted it the passenger seat; reaching for the radio, then changing his mind, then idly drumming his fingers against the armrest on the door.
As they neared the Hummel-Hudson house, Kurt gestured and said, "It's the third one on the left."
"I know." Dave replied, then swiftly wished he hadn't, though, thankfully, Kurt didn't question it.
They pulled towards the house and Kurt told him to park here rather than in the drive. The car stilled and Dave unbuckled his seatbelt, turning his head to face Kurt, "So, goodnight, I guess."
"Goodnight." Kurt said, though he hadn't moved, and was still buckled to the seat.
They shared a lingering look that Dave had to break before he did something stupid. After everything, all he wanted to do was to lean in and kiss Kurt on his stupid, soft, pouty lips.
"Dave, I," Kurt laid a hand on Dave's wrist as he broke eye contact, and spoke quickly, like he'd been holding it all in throughout the journey. "I had a really good time tonight before...well, before I think I ruined it. I'm kind of a mess right now, I know that, and I've had too much to drink, but I do like you; who you are, who you were tonight, and if you like me, then...we shouldn't both feel shitty about this because of some stupid high school drama, right?"
Dave didn't meet Kurt's gaze, and attempted to pull out of Kurt's grip. "Kurt, I..."
"I'm tired of feeling bad about myself, and I know you are too."
Dave stilled and looked back at Kurt; his eyes so bright, hint of a smile playing on his lips and...fuck it, this was exactly what he wanted, why was he turning it away?
"I am. I really am. But I don't think I can give you what you want." Dave's hand found itself on top of Kurt's, stroking his thumb over cold knuckles.
"Dave, I don't even know what I want."
"Then I guess we're both kinda fucked." Dave smiled, and Kurt smiled warmly back at him.
"I guess we are. What're you gonna do, though, right?" Kurt shrugged his shoulders and gave an exaggerated sigh.
Dave leaned in then, uncertainty be damned, and pressed his lips against Kurt's, eliciting a peep of pleasant surprise from the boy he'd been crushing on since freshman year. It was softer, more chaste, than any kiss they'd shared yet, and made Dave's head feel light.
"I better go," Dave said and pulled reluctantly away from Kurt, but knew that if they stayed like this for much longer there was good chance of them winding up in the backseat again. "Can I call you tomorrow? See how you feel about all this sober."
Kurt giggled, "I'm a particularly lucid drunk."
"We'll see." Dave smiled and stretched his hand towards the door handle.
They each exited the car and Dave locked up before walking around to the passenger door to give Kurt back his keys. Their hands lingered on each other during the exchange and Dave couldn't keep the smile from his lips.
"This has been the weirdest night of my life."
"Mine too, but it was fun. Mostly."
"It was."
With that he pulled away and started backing slowly away from Kurt, hand raised in a goodbye gesture.
"Text me when you get home," Kurt said, mirroring the gesture with a little wave.
Dave stopped. "I – wait, I don't have your number."
"Well, disaster averted," Kurt smiled, reached his hand toward Dave once more, and pulled him in close. Dave wondered if he'd ever be able to leave the stretch of sidewalk, now he was captured firmly in Kurt's gravitational pull. "Give me your phone."
Their fingertips brushed as Dave handed Kurt the device and watched as he entered the digits. Their gaze met again as Kurt handed the phone back, but refused to let it go, instead, sandwiching both the cellphone and Dave's hand between both of his own. Dave felt something flutter deep in his chest that he was too scared to name. As he made to pull his hand away, Kurt's grip tightened mischievously, and he leaned in to whisper sweetly against Dave's ear, "I like you, David Karofsky."
Dave smiled broadly at that and, reaching towards Kurt's face with his free hand before he thought better of it, stroked the pad of his thumb across Kurt's bottom lip, and spoke softly, "Thank you for one of the weirdest, sexiest, most fun night's of my life, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt blushed, and let his hands fall away from Dave's, "Thank you for being a gentleman."
"I wasn't having gentlemanly thoughts, though," Dave replied, shaking his head and laughing, as he started backing slowly away from Kurt again. "And I'm about to go home and finish having some pretty ungentlemanly thoughts...about you."
Kurt gasped in mock horror and bit his lip.
"Well, baby steps, right?" Dave smiled and turned on his heel, knowing if he didn't go home now, he never would. He called out over his shoulder, "Goodnight, Kurt."
As he came to the end of the street, he thought he heard Kurt call out, "Sweet dreams." He couldn't trust himself to look back, so instead, he brought out his phone, and kept walking.
THE END