This chapter could not have happened without boldlikeblack. I broke the most important writing rule ever when I planned for Kurt to attend one of Dave's games - write what you know. I don't know *anything* about hockey, other than there's a puck and two goals and sometimes the players beat up on each other. Oh, and I watched Slap Shot once in college (20 years ago OMFG!). But boldlikeblack is not only a fantastic author in her own right, and a master of creating inspiration with her prompts and photos, but she also happens to know all about hockey. A whole shitload about it, as it turns out, and she really saved my bacon. Everything I get right about the sport is all because of her, and anything that's wrong is totally my fault. If the world were mine, I'd send Max Adler and Chris Colfer to her house to each give her a great big kiss (they'd be hitting my place right after, but I digress). Alas, I can only offer Kurtofsky smut, which she and hopefully all of you will enjoy.
Chapter 4
Kurt scanned the bleachers below him, trying to spot where Rebecca and Brian might be sitting. Out on the ice, the hockey players skated about, presumably warming up or something. Kurt didn't know the first thing about hockey, but he was really looking forward to seeing Dave in his element. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of long dark hair spilling over the back of a deep cranberry sweater, recognizing it as Rebecca's right away. He made his way down the stairs to the first row of bleachers, and slid past a few people to get to her. She noticed the commotion, and smiled brilliantly when she saw Kurt. "Oh, you made it!" she said.
"Right on time," Kurt said. "You look lovely, as usual." He was so glad to see that Rebecca was fabulously put together in her chic sweater and black pants with coordinating chunky jewelry and full makeup. He had been so worried that he'd be overdressed for the occasion in a trendy wraparound black sweater over a soft white t-shirt and snug grey chinos. But Dave had said they'd be going out after, so he wanted to look nice. He'd only changed outfits twice. Okay, four times. Though most of the crowd seemed to be sporting jeans and baggy sweatshirts or jerseys, at least there was one other stylish person there, so Kurt didn't stick out like the only sore thumb in the place.
"Thank you," she replied, the dimples showing in her cheeks. "The game's going to start soon. Here, let me finally introduce you to Brian." She indicated the auburn-haired man next to her, who scrambled to his feet and offered his hand.
"So nice to finally meet you, Kurt," he said, as they shook hands. "Becca's told me so much about you, and I know you're doing a great job helping her with the wedding plans. Hopefully one of these days, I'll be able to make one of the appointments with her."
"Oh, like Kurt minds Dave being there in your place," said Rebecca playfully, elbowing Kurt's ribs. Kurt was saved from having to reply by a loud buzzer that apparently indicated the start of the game.
Rebecca tugged Kurt down to sit next to her, as the players skated into position. An official in a striped shirt dropped the puck between the two players in the center, and the player in green and white smacked it with his stick, sending it flying across the ice. Most of the people in the rink including Rebecca and Brian started cheering, so Kurt surmised that the colors must belong to Dave's team, and the blue and white jerseyed players must be the opposing one. The puck moved incredibly fast, as did the players, and Kurt found it all a little hard to follow. After a couple of minutes of watching the skaters bat the puck (hey, at least he knew it was called a puck) with their sticks from player to player, he heard a voice call out "Change it up!" loudly. Looking across the rink, he finally saw Dave, motioning some players off the ice and sending out their replacements efficiently. Kurt gazed appreciatively at him. He was wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt and tie, but it was worn under a snug fitting green fleece zip-up that accentuated his broad shoulders nicely. Dave looked extremely serious and focused, and to be honest, Kurt found it all kinds of hot. Apparently his jock crushing days from high school hadn't abandoned him entirely.
Hockey was apparently somewhat of a rough sport, to say the least. Kurt was surprised to see the players slamming each other out of the way with their bodies as they flew down the ice, the crowd getting more and more enthused all the time. One of the blue-and-white players skated up behind a Dukes player, holding the stick in both his hands and jamming the flat part across the other boy's back, trying to push him over roughly. A whistle blew, and Kurt heard Rebecca exclaim from next to him, "Serves you right, you cross-checking Warrior piece of crap!" Taking pity on what she had determined was Kurt's utter cluelessness as to what was happening, she leaned over. "That's a 2-minute penalty for the other player. It means that the Warriors have to play with just 4 men instead of 5, which is a big advantage for the Dukes. It's called a power play." As Kurt watched he saw that the Dukes were able to get much closer more often to the Warrior's goal, though getting an actual puck into the net seemed elusive. They came really close one time, when a Duke came around the back of the Warrior's goal, and the goaltender seemed to only just block the resulting shot. But a buzzer sounded loudly again, and the players skated off the ice.
"Is it halftime?" asked Kurt, blushing a little as Rebecca and Brian laughed.
"Actually, hockey has three periods," Rebecca informed Kurt. She looked across the ice at Dave, who was bringing his team in, thumping backs and giving direction and encouragement. He looked up for a minute and smiled at her, but paused as his eyes shifted to Kurt. Dave's smile grew broader, and he lifted an eyebrow. Kurt smiled back and raised his hand, giving a small wave. Dave seemed to chuckle to himself, and returned the wave before going back to conferring with his team. Kurt made small talk with Rebecca and Brian during intermission, mostly about the wedding, but soon the buzzer sounded and the second period began.
Kurt was sure he was probably missing a lot of the details, but the crowd's excitement was infectious, and he found himself cheering along even though he sometimes wasn't sure why he was doing so. He pretty much followed Rebecca's lead, and hoped he didn't look like too much of an idiot. When nothing too exciting was seemed to be going on, he took the time to watch Dave, really enjoying the view of his expressive face and solidly built body. He smiled, drifting off a little, when a huge slamming noise and vibration startled the hell out of him. Refocusing, he saw that one of the Dukes had been slammed violently up against the Plexiglas right in front of him. The crowd went crazy; Rebecca took to her feet, and Kurt distinctly heard the words "You dirty boarding shithead!" come from her. The Warrior that had taken out Dave's player went into the penalty box, and within a couple of minutes, the Dukes made their first goal. Rebecca jumped up and down, screaming, then turned and hugged Brian excitedly. On a whim, she turned to Kurt and hugged him too. "Oh, we are going to kick their asses so good!" she shouted. As soon as she turned him loose, Kurt looked over at Dave again. His arms were raised in victory, and his mouth was open in a triumphant roar. The sight made Kurt's dick twitch a little, and he was glad that Rebecca had released him, lest she become completely confused by the party in his pants.
The buzzer sounded for the second intermission, during which Rebecca, Brian and Kurt discussed where to go for what they assumed would be a post-game celebration. They settled on Charlie's, which the engaged couple informed Kurt was a local sports bar with surprisingly gourmet food and simply amazing martinis. Rebecca swore that their melon ball martini was like an orgasm in a glass, and Kurt was instantly sold.
The third period began, and Kurt began to find his attention on the game waning as he looked forward to the next part of the evening. He was honestly impressed with Dave and his team, and couldn't wait to tell him so. And just to spend more time with him in general, listening to that deep voice and enjoying how he could go from shy to outspoken so quickly, depending on the subject. It had been a long time since Kurt had felt so inevitably pulled towards a man, and he found he liked the feeling very much indeed. He had just gotten lost in thoughts of how…well, pretty Dave's hazel eyes were, when the din around him rose to a point where he could no longer tune it out. He looked around to see most of the crowd on their feet yelling, and when he turned his gaze to the ice, he saw a lone Duke player chasing the puck down the ice lightning fast. There were no other players from either team near him as he got to the goal. With a loud crack, he hit the puck and it flew right between the goaltender's legs. "Holy shit," said Kurt. Again, he didn't know anything about hockey, but even without Rebecca screaming and flailing next to him, he could have picked up on how impressive the play was. He looked over at Dave, who was giving high fives all around to the kids on the bench, smiling from ear to ear. Kurt bounced on his heels a bit, feeling the excitement run through him.
After that, it seemed like the teams returned to the game, but with less than 5 minutes on the clock, the gameplay was halfhearted at best. When the final buzzer sounded, all of the benched Dukes poured out onto the ice, hugging and shaking each other's shoulders with excitement. Kurt could plainly see the fondness and pride on Dave's face as he looked at his players, and his soft expression made Kurt's heart clench slightly. Oh dear, he thought. I think I might have it bad this time. Suddenly, Dave's gaze shifted to where Kurt was standing, and Kurt was a little embarrassed to have been caught so obviously staring. He smiled hugely at Dave, mouthing "Congratulations!" Dave returned the gesture with a thumbs up, then turned his attention to the players who were staring to come off of the ice.
Kurt, Rebecca and Brian gave Dave about 20 minutes to take care of team business, before going to collect him for victory drinks and dinner. As they approached, Kurt was surprised to see Dave talking to two teenage girls who, in his opinion, were much too scantily dressed for the coldness of the rink. "Oh, Coach Karofsky," the blond haired one on the left breathed. "What an amazing game!"
The darker haired girl on Dave's right was a wee bit more straightforward. She reached out with her hand, stroking the fleece of Dave's zip-up. "Maybe we could help you celebrate, Kim and I?" she said, fluttering her lashes.
Dave pushed her hand off gently but firmly. "That's very nice of you, Dana," he said kindly. "But I have plans with my friends. My adult friends."
Kurt heard Rebecca snort next to him. "Puck bunnies!" she said, in an exasperated whisper to Kurt. "They're totally shameless. It's not enough that they're jailbait, but they know perfectly wellhe's gay." She rolled her eyes.
Kurt decided this might be a very good time to interrupt whatever Lolita fantasy the two girls might be entertaining. He marched up to Dave, smiling broadly. "Hey baby," he said cheekily, enjoying how Dave's eyes widened as he swung around to Kurt in surprise. Kurt brought his hand to Dave's shoulder, rubbing it fondly. "I'm so glad you invited me. I had a great time! Are you ready to hit the bar?" he said, stressing the last word. He glanced over at the girls, trying not to laugh at their totally opposing expressions. The brunette looked pissed, but the blond had an expression Kurt was far too familiar with from several friendships with straight girls over the years. Kim's face clearly said OMG gay sex is so hot I wonder if they'd let me watch while this pretty dude totally goes down on Coach Karofsky.
Dave apparently either missed the subtext, or just plain didn't care. He took Kurt's hands, completely ignoring the teen girls. "I sure am," he said. "First round's on the winning coach." He grinned adorably. "Hey, that's me!" he said, winking at his three companions.
On the way to the parking lot, they all heard the strains of "Teardrop" from Massive Attack, and watched as Brian pulled his phone out. "Here we go again," said Rebecca, with just the slightest hint of an annoyed tone. They paused while Brian conversed intently with whoever was on the other end of the line.
After a couple of minutes, Brian stowed his phone away and walked over to Rebecca. He took he shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Sorry, babe," he said regretfully. "17 year old car accident victim, with a perfectly matched family donor waiting in the wings. Gotta fly."
Kurt winced, waiting for Rebecca to lay into Brian for letting his job ruin their evening. Instead, she grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. "I'll be waiting for you at home," she said, breaking the kiss. "Love you." She patted his ass through his wool dress coat.
As Brian took off towards his car, Rebecca raised an amused eyebrow at Kurt's shocked expression. "What?" she asked. "Kurt, he pretty much brings the dead back to life. If that's not a turn on, I don't know what is."
Kurt marveled. "You guys really are perfect for each other, aren't you?" he said. The sad fact was, despite how many engaged couples he interacted with on a daily basis, there were very few that he could say that about. Sometimes it was nearly enough to extinguish the little bit of romantic soul he still retained from his adolescence, but then a couple like Rebecca and Brian would come along and keep it alive.
"Sure are," Rebecca replied. "And on that note, I think I'll beg off from dinner and go home to wait for my perfect match to come home."
Kurt tried to protest. "Surely these procedures take a lot of time. You've probably got hours before he comes home. At least have a drink with us." He felt Dave's hand on his arm, and looked at him questioningly. Dave shook his head slightly, and when Kurt turned back to Rebecca, her face was sad.
"Sometimes…" she said, trailing off. "Sometimes, they don't make it long enough for him to perform the surgery. In those cases, he gets home pretty quick, and he really needs me to be there for him." Her eyes filled with tears. "It's the hardest part of his job. Once he has them on the table, he can save them. But sometimes it's just too late, and there's nothing he can do." She blinked back the tears and sniffled.
"I'm so sorry," said Kurt, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "I wasn't thinking."
"It's okay, really," she said. She seemed to shake off the distress, and gave a small smile. "I think I'd be kind of a third wheel anyway." She went over to Dave, hugging and kissing his cheek. "Congratulations again, Coach." She turned to Kurt and gave a wink. "You boys have fun together." She and Brian had driven separately to the game from work, so Kurt and Dave walked her to her car and saw her off.
"So," said Dave. "Do you still want to go to Charlie's?"
"We could," said Kurt. He knew what he really wanted to do now that the double date had turned into a regular one, and hoped he wasn't being too forward. "Or I don't know, maybe we could get some take-out and go back to your place?"
Dave looked both surprised and pleased at Kurt's suggestion. "Yeah, that's a great idea. I'd really like that," he said. It was actually what he'd been hoping for when he asked Kurt the question, but hadn't had the courage to suggest himself. "There's a Thai place a couple of blocks from my apartment. Sound good?"
"Do they have green curry?" asked Kurt, licking his lips and watching Dave's eyes zero in on the movement. "If so, I'm totally in."
"They do, and it's great. Actually, I've never had anything bad from there." Dave paused. "Do you want to follow me? Or come back and get your car later?"
Kurt didn't even have to think about it. He most definitely wanted to be with Dave as much as possible tonight. "You can drive me back here later," he said. Hopefully much later. Maybe even tomorrow morning.
About 45 minutes later, they entered Dave's apartment with arms full of take-out bags and Dave's hockey equipment. Dave took the food and went into the kitchen, asking Kurt if he wouldn't mind dropping his gear off down the hall, in the first room on the left. Kurt entered to find a second bedroom that had been converted into a combination home office and weight room. There was a complicated looking Bowflex that Kurt recognized from late night infomercials, and several free weights scattered about. Kurt imagined for a minute what Dave might look like in shorts and a tank top, muscles flexing and skin glistening with perspiration as he pumped iron, and he spaced out completely again.
"Is everything okay?" came Dave's voice from behind him, making Kurt jump. Kurt turned to see Dave standing with two glasses of wine and a curious expression. "You've been in here a while."
Kurt could feel his cheeks turning pink. Damn his fair complexion; even as an adult, he blushed like a schoolboy whenever he was flustered. "Uh yeah, just fine. I kinda got lost in thought there for a minute, sorry about that." He reached for one of the glasses, trying to change the subject. "What's this?" he asked, taking a sip.
"It's a Sauvignon Blanc, from Australia," Dave replied. "You like?"
"Yes, it's wonderful. It'll go nicely with the Thai, I think." They walked back into the main room, where Kurt saw Dave had set out the food boxes and set the table with plates and silverware. "I'm starting to think you know a lot about wine," said Kurt sitting down in the chair Dave pulled out for him. "How did that happen? It's not like there was a sommelier in any of the restaurants in Lima."
"Becca, of course," said Dave, coming around to sit in his own chair. "Her parents own the Bernardo Vinyard in San Diego. I've been hearing her go on and on about wine since the day we met. When we'd go to parties in college, she'd always bring her own bottle along, because she wouldn't touch beer with a 10 foot pole."
"Wow, I had no idea," said Kurt. He scooped some of the green curry onto his plate and snapped apart the disposable wooden chopsticks. "You know, we should have all the wine at her reception be from the family vineyard." He took a bite of the curry. "Oh, this is delicious. Most places either make it too hot or not hot enough, but this is perfect."
"I think she'd love that idea," said Dave.
Kurt's eyes lit up. "Oh, and we could do bottles of wine as favors, with custom labels! If they could provide the bottles, I know the best place for commemorative wedding labels…" He looked at Dave's amused expression, and broke off. "Sorry, I got a little carried away there," he said bashfully.
"It's okay, I don't mind your talking about the wedding, or your work in general, even," Dave said. "I just think it's kind of funny, how excited you get sometimes. It's really…cute." He smiled at Kurt, who felt his heart and dick swell in equal proportions.
They ate and conversed companionably until the boxes were empty. Kurt was feeling content and warm with a belly full of spicy curry and a glass and a half of wine. He offered to help clean up, but Dave shooed him into the living room and told him to bring up Netflix on his Wii so they could watch a movie. Kurt flipped through the instant queue, figuring that Dave must have an interest in seeing whatever was in there. Spotting the version of Sherlock Holmes from back in 2009, he clicked eagerly and paused the film until Dave entered with his own wineglass and the rest of the bottle. Dave had shed both his warmup fleece and tie, leaving him in his dark brown dress pants and rust colored dress shirt, top two buttons undone. He sat next to Kurt, so close that the sides of their legs touched, and Kurt shivered pleasantly. "Sherlock Holmes?" Dave said. "Awesome. I stuck it in the queue weeks ago, but never got around to watching it. I used to love this movie back in high school."
"I never saw it," said Kurt. "I think Finn might have even had it on DVD, but somehow I never got around to watching it, which is weird because hello? Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law in period costuming."
Dave snorted out a laugh. "I think you'll like it," he said, taking the Wiimote from Kurt's hand, their fingers brushing against each other. He un-paused the movie and it began to play. As they watched, they both settled back against the back of the couch, shoulders rubbing together pleasantly. When they got to the part where Holmes was in the boxing ring, shirtless and sweaty, Kurt leaned over and whispered into Dave's ear playfully. "You're right," he said softly. "I really like this movie." Dave chuckled and shifted a little. When he was done, Kurt found that Dave's arm was around his shoulders. Kurt smiled broadly, looking straight ahead at the screen.
About halfway through the movie, they paused it again for a bathroom break, while Kurt poured the rest of the bottle of wine into their glasses. As Dave sat down, Kurt asked, "Soooo, maybe it's just me being all gay and shit, but is there not a huge homoerotic, unresolved sexual tension thing going on with Holmes and Watson in this movie?"
Dave looked at Kurt. "Oh God, yes," he said. I don't know how I missed it back then, but jeeze, it's so obvious now. I mean, could Holmes be more jealous of Mary?" They both laughed and settled back in to watch the rest of the film, Dave's arm securely around Kurt once again. Every once in a while, Dave would stroke his hand absently up and down the arm of Kurt's slim sweater, causing unseen goosebumps every time.
By the time they got to the part where Holmes was brilliantly explaining how the villain of the piece had faked his own execution, Kurt was a mass of unresolved homoerotic sexual tension himself. Knowing the movie was nearing the end, he made his move, bringing his hand to Dave's thigh and squeezing it gently. Dave didn't say anything, but Kurt felt his arm tighten around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt switched from squeezing to rubbing, sliding his hand up a little further. He heard Dave's breathing speed up and turned towards the larger man, who shifted and turned to the side as well. Kurt gasped; Dave's hazel eyes had gone molten, and the desire on his face had Kurt hard and throbbing in seconds. He felt the arm around his shoulders draw him towards Dave, and he put his own hand on the back of Dave's neck to help bring their lips together a little faster.
Unlike the soft kiss Kurt had given Dave last week, this one was hard and passionate from the get go. Kurt moaned, slipping his tongue into Dave's mouth and tangling it with his in a wet tussle. He sucked Dave's lower lip into his mouth and held it there, rubbing the tip of his tongue against it until Dave groaned. Dave now had both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders, squeezing and releasing his fingers rhythmically. Kurt's hand moved from Dave's thigh upwards even more to cover his wool covered crotch, finding the bulge of his erection and rubbing at it. Dave groaned again, rather loudly, and began kissing and sucking down Kurt's neck. When he hit a particularly sensitive spot under Kurt's ear, Kurt swung his leg over to straddle Dave's waist, bringing their hard cocks together with a cry. Kurt rocked his hips, resulting in answering thrusts from Dave, and they began dry-humping as fiercely as a couple of teenagers whose parents were out for the evening. Dave's hands traveled from Kurt's shoulders down his back and to his ass, which he gripped tightly. Kurt felt his desire ratchet up at the feel of Dave's hands there; they were so big, and almost completely covered Kurt's ass as he dragged the smaller man's hips back and forth rapidly over his lap.
Kurt felt warmth in his lower belly, and realized he was a mere minute or so from coming in his pants, something he hadn't done since his freshman year in college. He pulled away from Dave's kisses and brought his hands to cradle his face. Dave stared, lost in a sensual haze, with moist lips that Kurt had to fight not to attack again immediately with his own. Kurt smiled. "Jesus, Dave," he panted. "I'm almost there, and we don't even have our pants off yet." He started to slide off Dave's lap, onto his knees. "I think we need to fix that."
Dave looked down at Kurt, who was scrabbling at his belt buckle. The sight seemed to bring him to his senses. "Wait," he said, putting his hand over Kurt's and stilling them. "Isn't this kind of fast?" he asked.
Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes. Seriously, Karofsky? They were both in their 30's, single, and horny as hell. But beneath the frustration, he understood. If Dave had only been with two guys in the last 10 years or so, he was probably used to moving a bit more slowly than Kurt when it came to sex. Like a fucking glacier. Kurt took a minute to compose himself. "Come on, Dave. We've known each other since high school. Surely that cuts down on the amount of getting-to-know-you time, right?" He gave Dave his most winsome and appealing look. "I just want to make you feel good. And me too. Just let me, Dave," he said, brushing Dave's hands aside and continuing to open his belt and pants. He hooked his fingers along the waist of Dave's pants and briefs, tugging them down. Kurt slipped Dave's shoes off and removed his slacks and underwear entirely, tossing them behind him somewhere. He took in the sight of Dave's bared cock and nearly started drooling. He wasn't a size queen or anything, but Dave's length and especially his thickness had Kurt's eyes wide. He grasped the base of Dave's erection and gave it a tug, shifting his gaze to Dave's face.
Dave was slouched down on the couch, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. He moaned as Kurt began to move his hand up and down rapidly on the shaft, swiping his thumb along the head on every upstroke. "Oh God, Kurt. That feels so fucking good…"
Kurt kept going, wanting to keep Dave from getting self-conscious again. "I want you to feel good, baby," he said. "It's so big, so hard. I love touching it. Touching you." He moved closer, into the vee of Dave's spread legs. "Can I suck it, Dave?" he asked. "I want it in my mouth so bad. Please?"
Surprisingly, Dave shook his head. "No, not yet," he said. Kurt stared at him in amazement. No other guy he'd ever been with would have possibly turned down an offer like that. The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smile at Kurt's dumbfounded expression. "I don't want to be the only one with my pants off. And I don't want it on the couch." He stood up, strong and dignified despite the nudity of his lower half. Dave tugged Kurt to his feet. "Come to my bed, Fancy. You can suck me all you want there, once we're both naked."
They stumbled down the hall to Dave's bedroom, stealing kisses and fondling each other as they bumped along the walls of the hallway. Finally Dave's back hit his bedroom door, and he reached behind him to open it, sending them pitching through the doorframe and nearly onto the floor. Dave broke away for a moment to flip the light on, then returned to Kurt, grasping his porcelain face in his hands and kissing him deeply. He felt Kurt's fingers start to work on the buttons on his shirt, and broke the kiss. "Nuh-uh," he said. He brought his hands down to the hem of Kurt's sweater and tee and started to pull up. "You first. I'm already ahead."
Kurt nodded eagerly, fiddling with the ties to his wrap-around sweater and releasing them. As long as clothes were coming off and would eventually leave them both naked, Kurt wasn't particularly concerned with what order it happened in. Dave pulled both upper garments off Kurt's body and tossed them to the floor. Kurt heard Dave's breath catch as he looked at the pale expanse of Kurt's smooth chest, and smiled at the obvious appreciation. Dave brought his hands to Kurt's clavicles and traced them, then drew his fingers down until the calloused tips caught on Kurt's nipples. While Dave continued to explore Kurt's chest, Kurt in turn picked up where he'd left off unbuttoning Dave's shirt. When all the buttons were undone, he parted the sides to get a good look and nearly creamed himself on the spot. Dave's pecs were well developed, his abs were taut and firm, and it was all covered lightly with the silkiest looking dark hair Kurt had ever seen. He knocked Dave's hands off his chest and whipped Dave's shirt over his shoulders, unable to keep from kissing and tonguing that amazing chest. Dave took advantage of Kurt's worship to bring his hands to Kurt's pants, undoing the fly and starting to push his chinos and underwear down.
At this point, Kurt wanted to be naked more than he wanted to take his next breath, so he tore himself away from Dave and took over shedding his own pants. They were so tight, it was usually best if he did that part himself anyway. He toed off his boots, then stripped his pants and boxer-briefs off in record time. He gave Dave only a moment to take in his total nudity before throwing himself into his arms and rubbing their bare bodies vigorously against each other.
Dave's hand wandered down to Kurt's cock, as if he couldn't wait a single minute more to explore it. Dave caressed the tip and then traveled down, suddenly hesitating when he reached the underside. "What the…" said Dave, looking into Kurt's eyes with his mouth slightly open. Kurt smiled devilishly and raised an eyebrow, looking down at his own junk unashamedly. Dave lifted Kurt's penis upwards, so that the top of his length rested against his trim belly. His went wide with shock as he took in the short silver bar that pierced the underside of the head. "Is that real?" he said, awestruck.
"Yep," replied Kurt. "It's just the frenum, though. Just skin. I was a little weirded out at the idea of messing with my actual plumbing, so I passed on the full Prince Albert." He tried not to laugh at the expression on Dave's face; a combination of horror, fascination and desire. He failed, a giggle slipping out. "It's okay, Dave. I had it done a long time ago, and the pleasure it gives totally outweighs whatever pain there was getting it in the first place." He placed Dave's large hand back on his dick, encouraging him to stroke away. "It makes me so…ah, sensitive," he said. "And from what I understand, the texture has added something for my partners, too. Wanna see for yourself?" Kurt said, playfully.
"Fuck, yeah," said Dave in a deep voice that sent shivers down Kurt's spine. He grabbed the back of Kurt's head and started kissing him again forcefully, obviously turned on beyond measure. Dave backed up towards the bed and collapsed on it when his knees hit the back of the edge, twisting slightly and bringing Kurt with him onto their sides, facing each other.
They made out for a bit, kissing sloppily and jerking each other off enthusiastically. Eventually, Kurt brought his lips to Dave's ear. "I think I promised you some sucking," he said hotly, enjoying Dave's answering tremble. But instead of sliding downwards immediately, he rose up on his knees and shifted over to the pillow. He then lay down on his side again, his head now pointing towards the foot of the bed and his crotch directly in front of Dave's face. Finding his lover's cock easily, Kurt scooted down a couple of inches and engulfed the impressive length with his warm, wet mouth.
"Oh, shiiiiiit," moaned Dave, his lips inadvertently brushing Kurt's erection. He grabbed a hold of it, loving the gurgling cry that escaped from Kurt's stuffed mouth. He knew why Kurt had chosen this position, but hesitated. "Kurt, I…uhhh…" He trailed off at the feel of Kurt's apparently amazingly limber tongue wrapping around his shaft. He tried again. "I've never done it this way before. At the same time."
Kurt pulled his mouth off of Dave's dick, somewhat reluctantly. He rested the length against his cheek as he spoke, desperate not to lose contact. "Don't worry, baby," he said softly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can just use your hand if you want. It's all good." He mewled and licked at Dave's rigid shaft.
"No, I want to," Dave gritted out, trying not to lose control. "I just…I don't really know how to do this. I don't want to…ahhhhhh…disappoint you."
The concern and worry threaded through the passion in Dave's voice cut through Kurt's lust. He raised himself up again on his knees, meeting Dave's eyes. With the hand not currently stroking Dave's cock, he cupped a cheek tenderly. "Dave, really. Anything involving your mouth and my cock? I'm going to love it. I promise." With that, he flopped back down onto the bed and began sucking Dave's hardness strongly, working his head back and forth and letting the head hit the back of his throat.
Encouraged by Kurt's words, Dave opened his mouth and began running his tongue around the head of Kurt's cock. Every time his tongue passed over the metal embedded in Kurt's penis, he shuddered and felt an answering vibration in the slim body pressed against him. He sucked, drawing Kurt's length in, hearing a moan rise up from between his thighs. Fuck me, why did it take so long to try this? he wondered. It feels fucking fantastic. The dual sensation of having his own needs seen too while simultaneously providing great pleasure to his lover was beyond anything he'd felt before. It was amazing in terms of raw sexuality, but it was also devastatingly intimate at the same time.
Slightly south of Dave's waist, Kurt was lost in his own thoughts. He's never done this before? He's a goddamn fast learner. Dave's hand crept up tentatively to brush Kurt's balls, and after months of nothing but his own hand getting him off, Kurt exploded unexpectedly. He heard a startled noise come from Dave, but then felt nothing but the larger man's mouth and tongue working around him, swallowing everything down. When he had come down from his orgasm a bit, he decided to pull out the big guns; both to apologize for not warning Dave, and as a reward for his amazing oral sex skills. Opening up his throat in a manner he'd perfected years before with one hell of a lot of practice, he thrust his head forward and popped the head of Dave's cock past his gag reflex and deep down into his esophagus. He started swallowing, the muscles of his throat massaging Dave's straining dick, hearing "Oh, fuck yes, Kurt!" come from above him. Delivering the killing blow, he hummed as close to a high C note as he could, and Dave erupted with a roar, ejaculating down his throat powerfully. When Dave was drained and softening, Kurt slid him out and placed a tiny, fond kiss on the head before releasing him completely.
After a moment to collect himself, Kurt reversed his position and cuddled into Dave's embrace, sated beyond belief. He was starting to drift off when Dave spoke. "Can you spend the night?" he said, trying for a casual tone and failing miserably. "I know I have school tomorrow, and you have work. But maybe I could bring you to your car early enough to get you back to Chicago in time?"
Kurt roused himself, tired but smiling. He brought his lips to Dave's for a soft kiss, scratching his fingernails lightly through Dave's short hair. "Mmmmm, that sounds perfect," he said. "My first consult's not until 10am. If you get me to my car by 7, that's plenty of time for me to shower and change before going in." Kurt fell asleep as soon as the words left his mouth, and as soon as he set the alarm and gathered Kurt back into his arms, Dave followed.
I'm so sorry this chapter was so long in coming, but I hope the length made up for it a little bit. It's really hard to balance all my RL stuff with writing now, but I love it so much I just have to keep plugging away at it. In addition, there's been some recent fics that have been so brilliant, they've kind of distracted and intimidated me (Ivory and Gold, The Homefield Advantage, Kiss My Ass, These Are The Golden Days and Our Broken Fairytale, as well as The Gleeful Ghost and The Kurtofsky IM's on LiveJournal). I hope that you enjoyed, and that you will read and review when you have the chance.