Author's note: Here you go! Erm, I feel like this chapter is almost all smut. I'm not sure if I should apologise for that or not? This story was meant to be a "chapter per month" deal, and I failed with that right at the start. (Please note how little I actually care.) If you get confused with the time lapse, the month is right at the top of the chapter. Chapters 1-3 were August, Chapter 4 was September (yeah, no Kurt/Dave means a fast month!), Chapters 5-7 are October. Next chapter November starts! I never intend to offend anyone with any of my writing, if I do so you have my sincerest apologies.
Thanks again go to Debraelq, for not only helping me out, but also telling people on Tumblr about this fic. I joined Tumblr (sunmontue-writes), spent just enough time on there to figure out how to follow Debraelq and then ran in the opposite direction to avoid spoilers.
OCTOBER 2025 – part three
Dave has been trying to practise mental avoidance all evening with little to no success. He's with Mike and James, James being more Mike's friend then his own, so he's been able to be distracted all evening while Mike and James catch up. If Mike has noticed he hasn't commented, or doesn't care. Or knows exactly why Dave seems to be unable to pay any attention to the conversation.
Dave realises belatedly it's the latter. Knows Mercedes would have talked to Mike about it. He's a bit surprised she doesn't seem to have spoken to Kurt, but then again he hasn't been glued to their sides all day so there's a chance they've talked. Away from Kurt his rational and logical parts are reinforcing their foundations, knocking down the flimsy 'play it by ear' game plan and telling him in chorus that he needs to talk to Kurt.
He doesn't want to have that conversation. Doesn't want to be the one to start it with the over-used and cliché 'we need to talk'. But they do need to talk. He's just not sure how to start it off, or what he wants to say exactly. Kurt's pretty much been calling all of the shots so far, and Dave's not a naturally passive person, but he doesn't know what he wants here, and that's his biggest problem. It's difficult to start a conversation when you don't know what direction you want it to go.
He excuses himself from Mike and James' company, saying he's tired and going to head back to the hotel. He ignores Mike's smirk and knowing grin, fighting the impulse to give him a one fingered salute. He hails a cab rather than attempting the subway. In his current state he's likely to miss his stop completely and end up at the end of the line.
Dave's on autopilot as he moves through the hotel lobby, wondering when the others will get back from whatever show Rachel and Blaine have dragged them all of too for the evening. He has no idea if he should seek Kurt out, or whether Kurt will seek him out when he get back. The elevator doors open and Dave realises he won't need to do anything because Kurt is obviously waiting for him; sitting in one of the decorative chairs near the elevator and studying something on his phone with an intense level of concentration.
Kurt's lack of attention on the elevators mean Dave has time to study him. He still thinks Kurt has to be one of the most attractive men he's ever seen, especially now that he knows what is beneath the clothing. Kurt's still slim and lean, with long supple muscles like a dancer. His hair is in complete disarray, but he still has that nervous habit of smoothing one piece of hair to the side, which he does as Dave watches and Dave just wants to ruffle it up again.
And that is why he's confused. It's like he's become two separate entities, one that wants Kurt and everything that goes with him and screw the consequences, and the other, his more cautious careful self. He lets out a quiet groan of frustration at how mixed up he feels and Kurt's head flies up, eyes meeting his.
"We need to talk," Kurt says, and he's pulling a face as he stands and despite his inner battle Dave has to hide a smile at Kurt's obvious dislike of the phrase as well. At least that's what he assumes it is. Anyway, it seems they're going to be having that talk anyway, but Dave feels almost sick with relief that Kurt has instigated it.
"Yeah, okay. Where?" Dave asks. He would have simply led them to his room, but he's worried that talking will likely be forgotten, or that it might come across as a come-on, which are pretty much one and the same.
"Your room? If that's okay?"
He sounds as nervous as Dave feels and weirdly that realisation calms him. He shrugs and nods, letting Kurt follow him to his room. He opens the door and steps back to allow Kurt in first, which he does with a quick smile at Dave and a slight flush on his neck.
"You want a drink?" Dave asks, and he hopes Kurt says yes, because he needs one. Kurt nods once, sharply, and rubs his hands on his thighs before settling himself on the small sofa in the corner of the room. Dave pours out the tiny bottle of whiskey into two glasses. It's the only spirit in the minibar he's willing to drink at room temperature, and Kurt is watching him so Dave assumes he has no problems with it.
He hands Kurt a glass and then shoots his own drink back in one gulp. Kurt does the same and Dave puts the glasses on the sideboard, taking a seat in the small one-seater opposite Kurt. The silence between them for once is uncomfortable, and it's making Dave's skin itch. He wants to say something, anything, to get this conversation started, but he has no idea what.
Kurt tries not to cough as the whisky burns its way down his throat and into his virtually empty stomach. It's not his favourite form of Dutch courage, but right now he'll take anything he can get. Dave is watching him with hooded eyes, and Kurt knows Dave has raised his internal barriers again. Now to try and talk to him and not offend or hurt him in the process.
"I like you. A lot," Kurt starts, deciding to lead with the facts. "I feel… like I can be myself around you," he adds, and fucking Blaine, that's what he meant when he said that Dave seemed to calm him. Kurt feels rested and enlivened at the same time and even bloody Blaine picked up on that. Despite all the thinking he's done this evening he's only just making this realisation. "I like spending time with you, in and out of bed," Kurt continues, and he can't stop the flush creeping up his neck.
"But," Dave interjects, knowing it is coming and just wanting to speed up this whole non-break-up thing so that it's over.
"Yeah, but. I need to figure myself out. Like sleeping and eating and not fucking up my life. But I like what we have…and I know it isn't ideal, with our respective locations, but I've been thinking… and I'm not ready to be in a relationship yet, but when I am, I'd like it to be with you."
Dave is confused, Kurt is rambling and is a bit all over the place. He's not sure whether to stop him and ask for clarification, or just let him continue and hope that he starts making sense. If only he could replay what Kurt has just said in slow-motion. Kurt is looking at him expectantly, and Dave replays the last sentence over.
"Are you asking me to wait for you?"
"I…no! I can't ask you to put your life on hold like that!"
Kurt's response doesn't help clear up matters, because Dave would wait for Kurt.
"Uh, so what's your plan exactly?"
"I…I need to…find some balance in my life. By myself. On my own on a day-to-day basis. I'm not going to go looking for anyone, because I'm… I'm kind of hoping that when I have figured everything out, and you're still available, then we could maybe look at a relationship," Kurt explains.
Dave's stomach feels like a rollercoaster being ridden by a herd of butterflies and he's not really sure what to say, because this… this is not what he had been expecting, and he doesn't even know now what he was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. He blinks. Blinks again as he studies Kurt, questions streaming through his head. What are they now? What if Kurt meets someone? What if Dave meets someone? How long does Kurt think it'll be before he's got himself sorted?
"So what are we now exactly?" Dave asks, it's the first question that had popped into his head and he's damn curious to know how Kurt views what they've been doing. He has no knowledge of Kurt's history, except that he's been in what Dave assumes was a reasonably stable relationship for the last four years, which he supposes he can extrapolate from that that Kurt doesn't flit from one sexual partner to the next, but still…
"Um, friends? Just…I haven't been with anyone since that night in your apartment, and I won't be with anyone else until I feel ready. Except you."
"Me?" Dave asks, and his mind is supplying images of exactly what they've done together, and he of course hasn't been with anyone else either, and he hasn't been looking, actively turning guys down in fact, recalling the waiter yesterday.
"I'm…when I'm around you, I want to be with you."
"Oh," Dave replies, but doesn't admit he feels the same. He's still confused. "So, when we're together, we're together together, and when we're apart we're not-together but exclusive. What if I meet someone?" Dave asks, and he feels like he's talking in circles and in a straight line at the same time.
"If you meet someone you want to be with, then you let me know and all bets are off."
Dave frowns. What Kurt is proposing sounds exactly like the current situation they're in, except a bit more defined maybe. They just wouldn't be calling it anything official. It's then that Dave realises Kurt is fixating on being single, and needing to be single to sort out himself, and his life. Dave can understand that well enough so he nods in agreement, but inside his stomach is doing little happy flips. The way he looks at it, he's now in a relationship, albeit a long-distance and oddly-defined one.
"So, just so I'm completely clear. We're friends with exclusive benefits. Benefits that we can only actually benefit from when we happen to be in the same place," he points out and Kurt is smiling at him now, obviously feeling more relaxed. "That's the status quo until you want to upgrade it. And if either of us change our minds, or meet someone, we let the other know," Dave finishes, and he hates the idea of Kurt with anyone else. As he's spoken he's realised that this form of open and frank conversation at the beginning of a relationship is good, even if it is incredibly unusual, not to mention weird.
"Yeah. An un- conventional non-relationship with mutual respect," Kurt says, and Dave nods, despite the fact that he disagrees. It sounds and feels like a pretty conventional relationship to him. There's just one thing he needs to add, that he wants and needs Kurt to know.
"You know how you said you're not going to go looking for anyone?" Dave asks, and Kurt nods slowly in response. "Well, neither am I," Dave says, and he meets Kurt's eyes with his and tries to convey his sincerity without being overwhelming. He doesn't want to push Kurt, just offer some reassurance that when Kurt is ready, he'll be there.
They sit in silence again, this time it's comfortable, and they're staring at each other, slow smiles appearing that stutter into light chuckles and then full-out laughter as the tension they've both been feeling finally drains away.
"Can I stay tonight?" Kurt asks, and the tone of his voice doesn't even imply that he means it as a question; and Dave doesn't even pause before he's out of his chair, pulling Kurt up so he's standing and closing the tiny gap between them and looking down at him.
"You are definitely staying tonight," Dave states, resting his hands on Kurt's hips, relishing the simple rightness in the action. Everything feels easy right now, and he supposes he just has to have faith that everything else will just fall into place. Eventually. He hopes.
He kisses along Kurt's jaw, feeling the barely-there stubble, nips lightly at an earlobe and moves down Kurt's neck, hands slipping to cup Kurt's arse as he holds Kurt against him. He can feel Kurt's hands, one his back, grasping at his shirt, the other on his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging. Dave allows his head to be bought back up and Kurt is kissing him. Dave doesn't think he'll ever get sick of this feeling, this sudden heady rush.
Kurt feels light headed, and he knows it is a combination of the sudden rush of arousal, being pulled up into a standing position so abruptly, and the fact he hasn't eaten since the late-breakfast he'd had with Dave (and weirdly, Santana). He'd not been hungry enough to do anything more than pick at his Greek salad at lunch, but now he's starving, but Dave's hands are on his arse, and he can feel the swelling of Dave's cock against his own, and this is far more important than food.
His stomach grumbles loudly, disagreeing with him, loud enough to startle Dave into stilling briefly before pulling away and giving him a concerned look.
"This first, then food," Kurt mumbles, pushing his body back up against Dave. He feels Dave's body shake against him as he laughs silently and Kurt can't help but grin into the side of Dave's neck, wondering if maybe he does have his priorities wrong.
"I'm not going to argue," Dave replies and Kurt is glad he's not going to insist on him eating something first. Sex, food then sleep. Sounds perfect to him.
All day he's been thinking of Dave's cock. Not constantly, but enough that he'd become uncomfortably hard several times throughout the day. Blaine had noticed at lunch and raised an eyebrow, recognising the signs and Kurt had just glared at him, daring him, daring him, to say anything. Blaine had just snorted and continued eating. Kurt had spent the rest of lunch avoiding both him and Dave, particularly the way Dave licked his fingers.
Now though, Dave is in front of him, and Kurt can feel how hard he is through his jeans, his own erection hot and heavy. Kurt wants to suck him again. Dave's responses this morning had been gratifying and done wonders for his ego. Kurt doesn't think Dave is going to mind. He palms himself and then Dave, eyes watching Dave's face carefully.
Kurt watches as he lowers himself to his knees, and Dave's eyes follow him, darkening, and Kurt just looks. Dave appears all strength, but Kurt feels like he's the one with all the power right now. Dave isn't stopping him, and Kurt can't help a self-satisfied smirk. Dave's breathing has sped up fractionally and he looks a little lost, unsure what to do with his hands.
He can't make his intentions any clearer, so Kurt stops wasting time, although he usually likes to build the anticipation a bit more. He's not feeling in an overly patient mood. He rests one hand on Dave's thigh, gripping as firmly as he can as he runs his other hand up to the fly of Dave's jeans. He tries for unhurried haste with no idea of how successful he appears. His eyes are to the front now, but when he chances a look up the same dark eyes are watching him with an intensity Kurt hasn't seen in a while.
He unbuttons the top of Dave's pants, both hands working surely and firmly to ease the zipper down. He edges forward, aligning himself more closely. He manoeuvres the pants and underwear down, moving so that Dave's cock is against his cheek, the touch of heated flesh making his own cock harden further.
That morning Kurt had at first thought that Dave's cock was comparable to his own, but he'd quickly realised his error. In proportion to his body Dave's cock is like his own. However Dave just happens to be seven inches taller and probably has sixty pounds on Kurt. His cock is maybe an inch longer and definitely thicker, but between Dave's thighs it looks completely average, but Kurt knows differently now.
He inhales the scent of warmth and arousal and runs his tongue over the head. Again the fact that Dave is uncut surprises him. He's not sure why though; it's not like he has given Dave's cock a lot of thought before recently. Dave is making appreciative sounds above him and Kurt can feel his legs shudder every so often, the muscles flexing. Feeling devious Kurt relaxes his throat and just swallows.
"Oh fuck."
As he sucks his jaw twinges, reminding him that while he did partake in this particular activity not too long ago, it's been a long time before that, because he doesn't usually get an achy jaw. Then again Dave is definitely more positively endowed than Alex, so his jaw, tongue and neck muscles are definitely getting a workout.
As he massages the underside of Dave's cock with his tongue he still can't taste any pre-come and he can't help but feel a bit miffed. His own cock is dripping like a leaky fucking tap and making his underwear cling to him uncomfortably, but is also increasing the friction when he occasionally reaches down to quickly and roughly palm his own cock through the fabric of his pants. He pulls back, sucking as he goes, drawing a deep shuddering gasp from above him.
"Don't hold back," Kurt says, and the look Dave gives his is disbelieving.
"Trust me, I'm not," Dave replies, voice shaky and breathy in a way which makes Kurt feel smug. However he's pretty sure Dave thought he was referring to him coming when he told him not to hold back and he can't stop the heated blush starting because he wasn't. He so wasn't. He wants Dave to use him, fuck his mouth until he comes. He's not going to say the words again and just hope that he'll get his message across with his actions.
He relaxes his throat again, moving his head more rapidly, the nails on one hand digging into Dave's side, urging him into movement as well. Dave gets the idea pretty quickly, so Kurt encourages him further, taking one of his hands and lacing Dave's fingers forcefully through his hair. When Kurt takes his hand away Dave's remains and Kurt moans appreciatively at the tugging sensation. Dave has started up a litany of oh god, oh fuck.
Kurt's frantically trying to get his own fly down so he can work his own cock. He's close as well, the slow build of thinking of this all day culminating in now. Dave's thighs are trembling as he thrusts into Kurt's mouth, hand clenching in Kurt's hair. Dave's added close, fuck, so close to his chanting and then with a gaspgrunt he's coming and Kurt is swallowing around him. Apparently he lacks total self-control because suddenly he's coming as well, in his half-undone pants, his already damp underwear now even damper.
His mind and body are both feeling decidedly gooey, but he doesn't have time to enjoy the feeling, he has another sensation, an unpleasant one, that's taken centre stage. He lets Dave's still reasonably hard cock slip from his mouth and pulls a face as he's sure he literally hears his underwear squelch. He chances a look up and Dave is watching him carefully, looking slightly worried. Despite the…underwear situation, Kurt looks up at him and smiles, although he's fairly certain it looks more like a grimace.
"What's wrong?" Dave asks, and Kurt looks away, definitely embarrassed, but also not sure what his response should be. He quickly decides for outright honesty, it's worked so far.
"I just…I just came in my pants like a fucking teenager," he mutters, still mortified and annoyed and Dave is laughing at him, a loud absolutely free and delighted laugh. A hand is reaching down and pulling Kurt up, and again he feels the head rush, this time coupled with the lethargy of post-orgasm.
Dave is kissing him again, slowly and thoroughly, as if he's trying to memorise Kurt's mouth from the inside out. Kurt doesn't think he's ever been kissed so thoroughly, and definitely not after giving a blowjob. Alex had always insisted on teeth brushing, and Kurt is all for oral hygiene, but it does ruin the mood.
"Come on," kiss "order some food," kiss "then you can have a shower," kiss "while you wait," kiss.
"You going to join me?" Kurt asks, and Dave raises an eyebrow, but he's wearing this delighted grin that makes Kurt feel warm inside. Dave is nodding, trying to look put-out, letting out a mock long-suffering sigh, Kurt just pokes him in the stomach and grins back at him.
After ordering food they have a quick shower, and Dave is surprised that they both seem focussed on getting clean, rather than fooling around some more. Then again, they do have a far more limited time frame than this morning. He folds Kurt into one of the soft-fluffy hotel robes, pulling on the pair of sweatpants he's been using to sleep in. He makes himself comfortable on the bed and pats the bed beside him in invitation. Kurt lies beside him, head propped up on a hand as he looks at Dave. He looks like he's trying to figure something out.
"What?" Dave asks finally, sick of trying to guess at what Kurt might be thinking.
"I kind of thought you were Jewish," Kurt remarks.
"I kind of am…" he replies slowly, wondering where Kurt could possibly be going with this, or where it has come from. Then he realises and feels like an idiot. "Oh, did you think I'd be cut?"
Kurt nods, still watching, and clearly either curious or genuinely interested. Either way, it's no big secret. Dave shrugs.
"My dad's Jewish, but he doesn't practise. My mom is... well, she's definitely not religious at all, plus she's a doctor. So apparently when dad broached the whole circumcision thing she pulled the whole over my dead body card. She said it should be my choice and that if, when I was older, I wanted to be a practising Jew, I could get it done and it would be my choice. Wasn't important enough for dad to stick to his guns so he agreed."
"I like your mom. She sounds like a rational woman."
"My dad's parents would have disagreed with you. The things they used to say about her when they thought I wasn't listening or paying attention…"
"What didn't they like about her?"
"Everything pretty much. My dad's parents were very old-fashioned. My mom was too young, she had a career, didn't parent me the right way…they died when I was a teenager, and it sounds bad, but I'm glad I never had to come out to them. They'd have gotten all disappointed and sad, and that's the best case scenario. On the flipside, my mom's parents think I'm the best grandson ever. Of course, I'm their only grandchild, so it's not like they have a lot of comparisons to draw upon."
"Are they still alive?"
"Yep, they're a riot, the type of people who seem to get younger as they age. They drive my mom completely mad. What about you?" Dave asks, feeling like he's monopolising the conversation, despite the fact that Kurt is the one asking him the questions.
"They've all died. My mom's mom was my last grandparent and she died about eight years ago. It was a bit like losing my mom all over again."
Dave reaches for Kurt's hand and just squeezes, not sure he can say anything right now without sounding like an idiot. He doesn't know what to say, so silence is going to be his friend.
"Well that effectively killed the mood," Kurt says and Dave silently agrees. If he hadn't just taken part in the conversation he'd never have believed they could have gone from talking about his cock, to religion, to dead relatives. The knock on the door couldn't be better timed and they exchange a rueful look.
Food eaten and plates tidied away they're back on the bed, Dave lying propped up on the majority of the pillows, and Kurt has made himself comfortable on his side, head resting on Dave's shoulder and Dave's arm draped around him casually. Kurt's running fingers idly through the hair on Dave's chest. Dave seems to be watching two movies at once, flicking between them at random intervals that Kurt can't make sense of. His eyes aren't on the TV, instead he's watching Dave's tattoo, the muscle and skin beneath flexing ever so slightly when he changes the channel. Kurt has to admit it to himself he's fascinated by the darkened piece of skin.
He's been playing a word game, trying to make a word with the five letters. Lurcs. Scurl. Cruls. Slurc. Curls. The last is the only one that makes sense, and it fits with the curled tree trunk and branches. Studying the design Kurt's pretty sure that on paper it would look far too… feminine; to be a tattoo most guys would choose. On Dave's inner bicep, a muscle Kurt isn't sure both his hands would stretch around, it looks…well, anything but feminine.
Kurt really wants to reach out and touch it. He also wants to know what it means. The two wants are tugging at him, and his hand is moving, seemingly of its own volition and he's stroking feather light other the ink-marked skin. Dave's arm twitches at the feather-light touch, and Kurt can feel his eyes on him. He looks up to meet the gaze before looking back at the tattoo.
"What does it mean?" Kurt asks, and he feels Dave's body tense.
"A variety of things," Dave replies, and he shrugs and Kurt can tell he's avoiding the question.
"You don't have to tell me, I was just…" Dying of curiosity is what he wants to say, but he's just realised that it's clearly a deeply personal thing, and just because they have this thing, it doesn't give him any right to the knowledge.
Dave hasn't held anything back from him so far that he knows about, so this… this is something significant. Meaningful. And they are still…not together. At least not on any deep emotional level. When Kurt considers that fact he's suddenly glad that this time tomorrow there will be a vast distance between them, because he knows he could honestly fall head-over-heels in love with this man. However he's serious about his commitment to himself, and the distance between them will help him focus.
"I'll tell you what it means, just…not why I got it. Not yet and not now okay?" Dave says suddenly, and Kurt nods slowly, trying not to appear eager, because Dave's voice is low and gravelly and pained. His stomach clenches a little bit that he's maybe causing the pain, even indirectly.
"It's a tree, bending in half, bent so far it should have broken, but… there's a saying or something," Dave says, shrugging again, and Kurt has some inkling in his mind of what he is talking about. He keeps quiet, fairly certain that Dave isn't finished. "Something about an oak tree breaking in a strong wind because it's too stuck in its way to bend, unlike a willow tree, which bends with the wind, you know? Anyway, here a curl is a straight line that has curled under pressure, but not been broken…"
"Is that why the letters spell out curls?"
"You've really been studying it," Dave comments, glancing down at him and Kurt nods in agreement. He's now wondering if the individual letters mean something, because why would they be out-of-order otherwise?
"What do the letters stand for?" Kurt asks, his voice deliberately soft and quiet, trying to indicate to Dave that he doesn't have to answer.
"What makes you think they stand for anything?" Dave responds and Kurt wants to give him his best 'bitch, please' look, but it seems like an automatic defensive reaction, and if Dave really doesn't want to tell him, he won't.
"If it was just the word curls then why isn't it spelt that way?"
"No, you're right. The letters do stand for words, it's just…don't laugh okay?"
Kurt thinks the last thing he feels like doing right now is laugh, but he nods his agreement.
"Love, Understanding, Resilience, Courage and Strength. Or Sincerity if you ask Karen," Dave says, listing the words.
"Courage? Really?"
"That's the word you're focussing on?"
"Erg. Me and that word have a history," Kurt replies, thinking back to high school and that unpleasant time in his life. He doesn't want to bring it up, not the word, and not Blaine, and definitely not Dave's part in it all. Dave seems to pick up on his discomfit and drops the subject. Now that his curiosity is assuaged he relaxes and falls asleep while Dave flicks between channels.
The next morning Dave wakes first again, and the first thing he notices is Kurt's erection pressed up against his thigh to which Kurt has pretty much clamped his leg around. He's not moving, and Dave knows he's still asleep, because he doubts Kurt would pretend to drool just to perpetrate a lie. The fact that he has a sleeping naked aroused Kurt in his bed elects the same natural reaction as yesterday, his own cock fills and this time Dave does nothing to stop it, desperately glad that he'd decided to forgo the pants once he'd eventually decided to sleep.
He wants nothing more than to work Kurt open with his tongue and fingers and then slide into him. He's burning with that want. But the old part of him, the one that is sitting in the corner of his mind, arms crossed and looking worried, is telling him he should wait. Wait until Kurt feels the same way, or at least until he admits that what they're doing is actually a relationship, despite how Kurt might be justifying it to himself for the time being.
Dave can't help but listen to this old part, in spite of how much he wants, and despite how much Kurt appears to want it as well. So he's going to hold this part of himself back. Surprisingly he feels himself relax now that he's consciously made that decision, and he realises he's actually truly been worried, trying to placate two different sides of himself.
He works his cock with his hand slowly, taking his time, not knowing yet what he wants to do this morning, other than involve orgasms in some way. Kurt looks more rested again this morning, and much younger in sleep, relaxed. He presses a kiss to Kurt's forehead, not caring about waking him so much this morning. Kurt thrusts against him in his sleep and Dave can't help but grin.
"I want to watch you come," Dave whispers, and Kurt's eyes blink open. Dave rolls onto his side, holding Kurt close with his left arm, but his right hand doesn't move from his cock. Kurt's eyes are closed again, but he's smiling, and he thrusts against Dave's hand. Dave takes the not-so-subtle hint and grasps both their cocks in his hand. Kurt is watching him now, eyes still sleepy but definitely alert, and definitely okay with what Dave is doing.
"I'm going to watch you do this to yourself next time. I want to know what you like to do to yourself," Dave says, and his voice sounds foreign to his own ears, rougher and deeper than normal.
"Fuck yes…" Kurt moans in response and Dave can't help but grin in satisfaction. He alters his grip, using the pre-come Kurt is leaking as a lubricant. The feel of Kurt's erection held so firmly against his own is going to drive him over the edge, but Kurt's thrusting body and muttered curses are going to get him there so much faster.
He's trying to hold himself as still as possible, allowing his hand and wrist to do all the work. The way Kurt is moving against him makes it feel as if he's trying to climb inside Dave's skin, so Dave increases the speed and pressure and Kurt lets out a long drawn out 'yeeessss'. Dave knows he won't be able to see Kurt come, their cocks obstructed by how closely their bodies are pushed together, but he can watch Kurt's face.
As if he's read Dave's mind and doesn't want Dave to see him Kurt burrows his head into Dave's neck, tongue darting out to lick there and Dave jolts in surprise.
"Close. So close… god, please…"
"Bite me," Dave orders and Kurt doesn't even hesitate before his teeth are sinking into the flesh between Dave's neck and shoulder. Dave shudders, hand moving frantically and almost erratically on their cocks.
When he feels Kurt's teeth dig deeper and the sudden hot wetness coating his hand he lets go, coming with a muffled groan. He loosens his grip slightly, knowing their cocks are going to feel bruised at the rough treatment he's just given them. But he's not complaining. He raises his come covered hand to his mouth and takes an experimental swipe with his tongue.
Kurt is watching him and appreciates the sight, if his moan is anything to go by. He tugs Dave's hand to his own mouth and sucks each finger clean, making Dave groan in response.
"You are so fucking sexy. If only I could wake up that way every day…" Kurt says, and he's smiling appreciatively at Dave.
"Must have been a nice dream you were having, definitely inspired me," Dave replies, feeling decidedly smug.
"Hmm, well, you were a star in that too…" Kurt says, and his voice is quiet and he looks a bit embarrassed, and Dave doesn't want that.
"You'll have to share it with me sometime…" he says, and he kisses Kurt languidly, enjoying the sensation, but also being hit with the reality that every day isn't on the books for them, not unless there's a drastic change in either of their lives. He decides to ignore the melancholy for now; he'll have plenty of time to dwell on it when he's alone in Chicago.
"When's your flight?" Kurt asks, again as if he knows what Dave is thinking.
"Around lunch time. Santana wants to get back earlier so she can actually enjoy some time with Kate. How about you?"
"Tonight. Mercedes wanted to ensure she got to spend some time with just me. I think Mike is going back on the same flight as you though."
Dave wonders briefly whether he should mention the conversation he had with Mercedes yesterday, but then decides against it, Kurt has either spoken to Mercedes already, or will be today, and he doesn't want to muddy the waters by talking about their non-relationship status.
"You enjoy your weekend?" Santana asks, and the tone of her voice has Dave's eyes flying to meet hers. She's casually flicking through a magazine and her face is carefully blank but Dave knows she's either picked up on something, or Mercedes has told her.
"It was better than I expected," Dave replies and catches her lightening quick smirk of amusement and muttered I bet it was. "Who told you?" He asks, letting out a long sigh. She's never going to let him hear the end of this.
"Who says anyone has to tell me anything?" Santana replies, and she looks completely innocent, an act Dave knows can be completely faked.
"How did you figure it out then?" Dave asks, and he is curious.
"Yesterday morning at breakfast, the way you two looked at each other, and then avoided looking at each other. But want to know what my biggest clue was that you were fucking each other's brain out?"
Dave doesn't bother pointing out that they haven't actually fucked per se, she won't believe him anyway, and what Kurt and him are doing is still clearly a sexual relationship, so there's no real reason to deny and try and call it something else.
"What?" Dave asks, resigned.
"When he turned up to the table, not only as if he knew you'd be there, but you then asked him if he felt better, and he blushed. He does blush easily doesn't he?"
"Oh god…yeah. He does. Do you think anyone else noticed?"
"Apart from Mercedes? No. Maybe Blaine. They both seem to know Kurt pretty well. You're paying me back for the flights and accommodation now I hope you realise. Getting you laid definitely works in my favour," Santana states, and Dave knows she's joking. Probably. Although he's pay the costs ten times over if it meant he got to spend the weekend with Kurt again. Fuck. He's so screwed.
"You have anything you want to tell me?" Mercedes asks, and Kurt freezes. He hasn't heard that tone of voice in ages; she's pissed at him and he has no idea why.
"Um…yes?" he ventures, trying to frantically think of what she might already know that she should have found out from him first. Oh fuck. Dave. That's the only thing he can think of, but he has no idea how Mercedes would have found out, unless Dave told Mike. However he's pretty sure Dave would have told him he was going to be telling his best friend. Fuck. He decides to try the avoidance and collection method of plausible deniability, figure out exactly what she knows before he starts talking about things which he might not actually need to talk about.
"I'm really sorry I didn't tell you… I just, wanted to keep it to myself for a bit. Figure it out," Kurt explains, hoping that makes sense to whatever she thinks he's not told her. "How did you find out?"
"How? When I saw you leaving his room yesterday morning! And again this morning!" Mercedes says, the volume of her voice increasing and Kurt is glad that the airport lounge is virtually empty. He can't deny anything; Mercedes would know instantly, he probably wouldn't even need to open his mouth before she called bullshit. She knows him too well.
"Why didn't you tell me? I gave you all day yesterday, and today!" Her voice is indignant
"Um, you don't mind that I'm…with Dave?" Kurt asks, and he has no idea of another way to put it. Trying to explain what Dave and he have agreed upon to an outside party is just…too complicated, so straight-forward and over-simplified it is.
"No. As I said to him, you're two grownups; you can decide what's best for you. I just… I would hate either of you to get hurt."
"We've both got our eyes open going into this – wait, you spoke to Dave?"
"Yes. Yesterday. He's a really sweet guy now Kurt."
"I…he didn't mention it. But yeah, he's…he's something special huh?"
"Yeah, he is. I just… I worry for you. Both of you actually. Long distance is hard."
Kurt hasn't actually thought about it, but now that he is, he's realised Dave has left and they've made no mention of a next time. And he needs there to be a next time, even if it is months away.
"We have our own lives to live, but there's Thanksgiving, and Christmas, then New Year's… We're a work in progress, we'll make mistakes but hopefully learn from them. Look at it this way; you're probably going to be seeing a lot more of me."
Mercedes grins widely and hugs him fiercely and Kurt is glad he has this wonderful woman in his corner. And the term work in progress, well, he decides that it fits how he's feeling about himself just as much as the non-relationship thing he has with Dave.
TBC...
