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Heat.
Of all of Kurt's rioting senses, the feeling of being warm from head to toe was the most pervasive.
Almost before Kurt's hand left the door knob, Dave had been moving forward, backing Kurt up the last few inches until his back hit the cool tile of the of closet wall. Before this weekend, he knew he would have felt threatened and unnerved being this close to the bigger boy.
Now he felt surrounded. Enmeshed. Safe. And so warm it was making him shiver from head to toe.
Dave's arms were braced around either side of his body, their legs brushing. Kurt inhaled shakily, taking in the faint hint of old spice. Oh god, the old spice again. Kurt knew he'd never be able to smell it again without getting hot. Kurt watched; blue eyes dazed, as Karofsky leaned in, running his lips along Kurt's neck.
"I liked that you marked me." He punctuated his words with a faint nip at the sensitive skin of Kurt's neck.
"I would mark you all over your entire body if I could. I would ruin you for anyone else's lips. Anyone else's hands. Anyone else's body"
Hindered by Kurt's turtle neck sweater, his lips had moved up and were brushing over Kurt's sensitized mouth with every other word he said.
The combination of quick kisses and his husky baritone was driving Kurt slowly out of his mind. Whimpering at the teasing love play, Kurt lunged forward, capturing the teasing mouth with his the jock's answering moan was all it took to push him over the edge. His hands, which had been frozen at his side, reached around and grasped the other boy's sweater, his nails lightly scoring Dave's back through the layers of fabric. He couldn't get close enough.
Lips melded together, tongues entwined, Kurt wanted more. He needed more.
Dragging his lips away, he panted, unable to catch his breath. Dave took the opportunity to return to the favor from their last make out session. Grasping Kurt's earlobe between this teeth, he gently tugged.
Inhaling sharply, Kurt slammed his body into Dave's. Now he knew why the jock had reacted so strongly to that caress the other night. It sent fire scorching through every nerve in his body.
Letting go of his sensitized lobe, Dave began running his fingers through the smaller boy's hair, grasping him close, muttering endearments.
"Kurt, baby oh my god, you feel so good. I need you. You don't know how much. I can't sleep, I can't think, I...I can't feel anything without you."
Kurt's heart raced even faster. Hearing this boy; this boy who had always elicited strong emotions from him, declare that he needed him, that he couldn't feel without him, was probably the hottest thing he had ever heard.
The sweeping words of the love letters faded in comparison. The heart wrenching song lyrics seemed bland and trivial.
This. This very moment in the janitor's closet across from his locker. This was their love letter. And it was more heartbreakingly beautiful to Kurt than a hundred poems. At this moment he wasn't reading about love, or watching it acted out, or sung about. In that moment, in Dave's arms, listening to his simple expression of need, held close to his heart, the recipient of his kisses and caresses, Kurt felt love.
It took his breath away.
Pulling back a few inches, Kurt ran his hands up the other boy's back and pulled his face up from his neck. Looking into the hazel eyes that had dominated his dreams, seeing the flushed cheeks and reddened mouth, he smiled.
"You talk too much, Karofsky"
Later that night
Kurt sleepwalked through the rest of the day. After emerging from the janitor's closet (after another 20 minutes of..um..conversation) Kurt had finally made good on his decision to ditch.
It had been as easy as Puckerman had promised. Walking out the door, no one had once stopped they felt bad. Looking in the rear view mirror his car, he realized that he looked like he'd been hit by a hair was standing up on end, his eyes were fully dilated, and cheeks deeply flushed. His expression was one of complete shock and lord, more than likely they'd thought he was high. Maybe his dad would be getting that phone call after all!
He'd come home, eaten a bowl of lucky charms (his stress fix) and crashed down on his bed, exhausted.
Being in lust with someone really sapped one's energy.
Kurt was careful to define it as lust. There was no way he was ready to smack the "L word" to this..relationship...if that was what it was. He didn't even know how to define it. Especially after the "closet incident".
At that moment it hit him. The irony. He and Dave Karofsky had made out for the first time (well, the first fully aware on both sides time) in a FREAKING CLOSET.
Kurt's whole body shook with mirth. He'd made out with his closeted, homophobic, former bully in a closet. He wondered what a therapist would make of that. The laughter drained what little energy he had left, and a minute later he had drifted into a restless sleep.
Which explained why it was 11 pm, the entire house was asleep, and he sat up in the living room, restless, but not tired.
God, was there only crap on TV at night? Kurt promised himself that if he flipped to one more channel with the juice maker infomercial, he would give up trying to entertain himself with TV and give sleep another shot. Just then, phone's text alert sounded.
Good, maybe Mercedes was up and they could talk about the egg yolk yellow polka dotted dress Berry had worn to school today. It was offensive on so many levels.
A number that he didn't know flashed across his phone.
Can't sleep. Why aren't you here?
What the..? If Finn had been surfing porn from his iphone again and somehow given his number to some pedophile, Kurt was going to set fire to all of his flannel shirts! (and this time it was not an idle threat!)
Deciding that ignoring the weirdo was probably his best bet, he turned back to the TV, clicking to the next channel.
The juice maker infomercial again! Exhaling a breath of disgust, Kurt clicked the off button on his remote. Sleep it was then.
The phone buzzed again.
Oh wonderful. Finn had found him a persistent pedophile. Just what he needed.
Oh, I see how it is. Are you just going to hit it and quit it? Becky Jackson was right about you! Lol.
Whoa. His pedophile knew Becky Jackson? And if so, why was she talking smack about him to some perv…
Kurt's thoughts screeched mid sentence.
Dave.
Dave had his number and was texting him.
Squealing like...well, like a little girl, he tossed himself across the couch and quickly fired off a text.
How'd you get this number?
The 30 seconds to a reply passed like minutes. Kurt's phone buzzed again.
It was written on all of the boy's bathroom walls. Lol.
Smothering a laugh, Kurt typed out his reply.
No, that's your mom's number.
Take that, Karofsky! The other boy's reply was quick to arrive.
Oh man, I wish I had known before I sent those dirty texts!
Kurt couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face. Hotness, kissing ability, the soul of a poet, and now a sense of humor? If he was trying to impress Kurt, he was succeeding beyond his wildest dreams. He responded to the other boys joke.
What dirty texts?
Kurt waited, breath held for the other boys reply. Would he keep it witty, or would he take it as an invitation to get his sext on?
The ones where I wrote about how I could barely walk to fourth period and how I could still taste you on my lips, and how I ran six miles trying to get you out of my head, and it somehow made it worse.
His breath catching at the suggestive but sweet reply, Kurt didn't know how to reply. Did he take it up a notch? suggest they meet up? Or construct a barrier between them to give himself time to catch his breath and figure this all out?
Sigh. Why didn't love (and boys for that matter) come with an instruction manual?
Deciding to take a risk and go with his heart, he texted back.
I don't want to sleep without you
There was a long wait before the next text. As if Karofsky also didn't know what to say. The text alert of his phone didn't even have time to buzz, he grabbed it so quickly
Me neither. I feel lost without you. The last 8 hours have passed like years. What should we do?
He was asking Kurt what to do? Didn't he know that he was just as lost? Just as restless and confused. Which is why he surprised himself with his next text. He sent it almost without thought, as if he'd had a plan in the back of his mind the whole time, and had just been waiting for this moment.
Can you sneak me into your room?
This time the reply took less than 10 seconds. Kurt knew. He counted every one of them. Dave's number flashed on the screen, followed by two words.
Hell yeah.
