Dave has never driven so recklessly before, considering the precious cargo he's hauling. He breaks every traffic law for the state of Ohio to get to his house, and Kurt is being no help to him at all. Instead, he has Dave's right hand between his own, lightly kissing his fingertips. Occasionally he'll get more brazen and suck one into his mouth; once, he takes Dave's middle finger down to the second knuckle, and Dave swerves the car accidentally as all the blood rushes from his head and leaves him dizzy.

"Kurt," he warns, taking his hand back, "we have to at least make it to my house in one piece. No more finger sucking."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," Kurt pouts, but he remains still for the rest of the short trip.

Dave whips into the driveway like a stunt driver and barely has time to put it in Park before he flies out of the car and practically rips open Kurt's door. Kurt steps out of the car daintily, and Dave swoops in to heft him over his shoulder. Kurt lets out a surprised squeak and proceeds to swat at Dave's lower back and ass. "Put me down, you Neanderthal, I am capable of walking!" He shouts, but Dave's having none of it.

Before Kurt has realized where they are, Dave is dumping him unceremoniously onto what Kurt assumes is Dave's bed. While Dave turns back around to make sure the door is both shut and locked (because one can never be too careful), Kurt has a split second to look around. It's a typical boy's room: football posters, piles of dirty laundry, and…shut UP. "You play?" Kurt asks, dumbfounded, motioning toward the guitar propped in the corner of the room.

Dave nods shyly. "Not as good as I wish. But I'm gettin' there." There is a brief pause; both boys are just staring at each other. Kurt's eyes have gone stormy gray, his fists clenching the sheets in anticipation. He has never been this hard before, and nothing's even happened yet. Dave's in pretty much the same boat, except that his eyes have gone from light hazel to deep amber.

"Kurt." His name has never sounded so sexy. "If we do this…we really did this. There's no going back from here." Dave means to sound serious, but his voice comes out all husky and distracting. All Kurt can think about is how much he'd love to hear that voice screaming his name. He's appalled at the thought; he's KURT, for crying out loud. The same gawky, too thin, too pale gay boy who has the sex appeal of a baby penguin. He's not supposed to have depraved thoughts like this. But then his mind goes completely blank when Dave's hands hover at the hem of his shirt before slowly dragging it over his head.

Kurt's seen Dave shirtless before, but this time feels very different. For one thing, they are unequivocally alone; for another, there are no time restraints. No classes to get to, no friends to interrupt them. Dave shuffles his feet nervously, seeming to be grappling internally with something. He finally nods to himself, closes his eyes, and unzips his jeans. He slides them down at a glacial speed, and every inch they fall turns Kurt a deeper shade of red. But the time they hit the floor, Kurt's surprised he hasn't burst into flames.

Dave's wearing crimson boxer-briefs, which honestly surprises Kurt. It also (inappropriately) brings to mind a line from Will and Grace: "The homosexual is the leading exponent of the underpant hybrid." He can't help a tiny giggle from escaping, and he regrets it immediately. Dave hears the giggle and is mortified. God. I was crazy to bring him here. He's laughing at me. He moves to put his pants back on, but Kurt makes a guttural noise in his throat and practically tackles Dave's legs.

"Don't…you dare…get dressed," Kurt pleads. "I just had a funny thought that is completely not related to the situation at hand." He looks up at Dave and realizes just how close he is to Dave's crotch. Dave stifles a gasp when Kurt experimentally reaches up a timid hand to lightly palm Dave through his underwear. Good Lord, he thinks. He's friggin' huge.

"Dave." Kurt's voice is suddenly very small, and Dave is terrified that he's changed his mind. But his heart stops in the next second. "I want to touch you."

Dave makes a noise of acceptance that isn't even human speech. He can't think with all of his blood otherwise engaged somewhere other than his brain. Kurt curls his fingers under the waistband and tugs them down quickly before he loses his nerve. He keeps his eyes trained on the floor for a few moments before swallowing hard and glancing up.

How can a penis be magnificent? Kurt stares unabashedly at Dave's throbbing cock like it's the fucking ninth wonder of the world; he traces the veins with his eyes, mapping out every inch, every curve. He swallows again, but this time his mouth waters a little. "I'm going to try something," he says without thinking, and Dave moans deeply as Kurt's tongue snakes out to curl around the head, tasting pre-cum and finding that it's not so terrible.

Kurt decides to be bold. He cautiously wraps his lips around the head and sucks gently. Big mistake. Dave thrusts unintentionally, driving half of his length into Kurt's surprised mouth. And this is when they both learn something new about Kurt Hummel: he has no gag reflex. Kurt moans around Dave's cock and starts bobbing up and down like a pro. He figures that what he lacks in skill, he'll sure make up for with enthusiasm.

Dave is so overcome with pleasure he doesn't realize that he's still standing until his knees start to give out. He stops Kurt long enough to motion to the bed. "Can we…?" Kurt nods, but before he can lay down, Dave puts a hand on Kurt's chest. "Wait. I feel kind of stupid being this naked alone." Kurt is confused, but then Dave begins unbuttoning his shirt and he understands. Off comes the shirt, then the pants. Dave gazes down at Kurt's covered erection and licks his lips. Kurt can sense Dave's hesitation, so he takes his hand and guides it down to his dick.

"Oh God," Dave moans wantonly. He strokes Kurt slowly through his underwear, feeling him harden, lengthen. Kurt can't take it anymore; he slaps Dave's hand away long enough to rip his own underwear off and flings himself onto Dave's bed. Dave's still standing frozen to the spot, but when he sees Kurt lay back on his pillow, spread his legs sensually, smile at him invitingly, he dives next to Kurt.

The next few seconds are a flurry of flailing arms and legs, followed closely by an interlocking of hips. Kurt's growth spurt has put them almost equal in height, so their groins are able to fit together like puzzle pieces. Kurt almost screams in pleasure when he feels Dave's cock rubbing against his own. This is like what happened in the Denali, multiplied by infinity. Kurt has managed to maneuver himself on top of Dave, and now he grinds down into his crotch.

Then something happens that neither boy expected: Dave's cock, slippery with pre-cum, takes a detour past Kurt's and slips briefly into the crack of Kurt's ass. Kurt freezes like he's been struck by lightning and immediately hops off Dave's lap, curling his legs up to his torso. "Too fast…too fast," is all he can say, shaking his head. "Sooo good…but too fast."

Dave is laying stock-still, still unable to grasp what's happened. His dick is deep purple and so hard that he wants to cry. "Kurt, I'm sorry. We can slow down if you want," he reluctantly says, and Kurt looks down at him, his tension waning.

Kurt contemplates. "I don't want to slow down," he finally says quietly. "I'm just…scared shitless." And there it is. Bald-faced honesty. Kurt Hummel has finally found something he is truly terrified of: intimacy.

Dave sits up, his erection softening enough to make thinking a little easier. "You think I'm not? Kurt…do you realize that this, hands-down, is the one thing I have on my bucket list? And not just having sex with you," he amends quickly when he hears Kurt snort indignantly, "being with you." He pauses, rephrases. "You letting me anywhere near you, really. I never thought…you said that I wasn't your…and I just…" Damn it. Now Dave's crying, and could he be more of a self-inflicting cock-blocker right now?

But those words are apparently all Kurt Hummel needs to hear, because suddenly his lips are crushing against Dave's, his tongue snaking around to explore every crevice of Dave's mouth. Dave brings their hips together again, but makes an effort to avoid any more slippage. He manages to maneuver Kurt underneath him again, and when their mouths disconnect with an audible pop, Dave trails his tongue down Kurt's cheek, along his jaw line, down his neck, down, down, down. He stops long enough to take a puffy nipple into his mouth and suck hard enough to make Kurt's hips buck violently. He dips his tongue into his belly-button, feeling the tip of Kurt's cock brush his chin.

"God, please." Kurt is writhing on the bed, crying out to a God that he's doesn't even believe in; at this point, he would willingly drop to his knees and promise to never shop again if it meant that his dick would be in Dave's mouth any faster. "Do it, Dave. I want you to."

This is all the encouragement Dave needs. With one swift movement, he engulfs Kurt's cock, swirling and sucking and stroking and so many things at once that Kurt thinks he may possibly black out before this is all over. He is so dangerously close, and dimly he is aware that cumming in someone's mouth without asking would be wrong, but he just can't form the words. So he does the only thing in his power; he reaches down and gives Dave's hair a sharp tug.

Dave immediately recognizes the gesture; it's what he used to do with the random Cheerio, because none of them ever wanted to swallow. But Dave is determined. So he ignores Kurt's warning, and instead he sucks even harder. Kurt's eyes roll completely back in his head, and he grips the sheets like they're the only thing keeping him from climbing the walls.

His orgasm starts in his toes. He can feel it burn like fire through his legs, up his hips, and when he starts spurting hot cum into Dave's mouth, he's lost most of the feeling in his body below the waist. And Dave, bless him, swallows every. Last. Drop. He doesn't stop sucking until Kurt physically stops him because he's too sensitive. He lets Kurt fall out of his mouth with a soft plop and shimmies up the bed until they are at eye level again. He looks so pleased with himself that Kurt can only roll his eyes.

"So…was it good for you?" Dave can't help but quip, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt laughs shakily, still trying to regain some of his motor skills.

"Better than good, Dave. It was…I don't think I've ever felt anything like that." Kurt snuggles into Dave's chest briefly, listening to Dave's heartbeat. He thinks about this, about how unlikely this situation is. But somehow it all fits. THEY fit. And Kurt knows that Dave is the one. So, mustering every ounce of courage he can, he tilts his head just enough to whisper something in Dave's ear.

"I love you, David. Now fuck me."