Hello all! So sorry for the delay in updating. Things have been really hectic at school with finals coming up and a million things to do.
Warning: this chapter contains smut. (i know not everybody likes that so I thought I would warn you) If its not something you are interested in you can skip over the end of this chapter.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy it. And please review cause this is my first time writing smut of any kind and I have no idea how I did. XD
Adam's POV:
Monday's slushie attack was deemed a success by the other jocks. We had managed to surprise the ex-king of slushies with a brutal attack. I was particularly proud of the slurs I had aimed at Karofsky during the ambush. The fallout from the attack was phenomenal. It was our way of reminding the entire school who was in charge. It was a glorious day.
Well it was until football practice ended that evening. After Coach Beiste finally released us with a "hit the showers boys", I hurried to the locker room. I was eager to get home and start planning my next assault against the faggy fairy princesses. I was still riding on the adrenaline high from that morning. I showered and dressed quickly, grabbing my school bag and heading out to my car. I was halfway home before I realized I had forgotten something. I whipped my car around, praying the navy blue piece of junk I drove would hold up and raced back to school.
As I approached the locker room I could hear muffled voices coming from inside. I slowed down and waited outside the door.
"No dude. It's full of rocks, and red paint," I heard Hudson tell the other person in the room.
"What the hell?" The second voice asked, sounding like it belonged to Puckerman.
"Puck, it looks like the paint that was on those rocks."
"Fuck. Seriously dude? Do you think it is one of the football guys?" Puck asked.
"I don't know Puck. What do we do?"
"Leave it. We'll get Lauren to set up a camera trained at the bag and we can try and catch whoever the prick is that this bag belongs to."
"Sounds good," Finn replied.
I banged my head against the wall; I had to get that bag out of there. Those were my supplies, I needed them. I waited until I heard the showers turn on, before poking my head around the door. Hudson and Puckerman were in the showers, unable to see anything going on by the lockers. I took a deep breath, pulled my jacket closer to me and dashed across the room. Reaching the canvas bag I paused; waiting to see if either of them had spotted me. Their idiotic conversation about the Glee club continued and I remained safe. Now standing next to the bag I realized I had to carry the heavy thing back across the room without drawing attention to myself. I poked my head out from behind the row of lockers and looked towards the showers. Hudson and Puckerman had moved on to arguing about some song or another.
I ducked back behind the lockers and grabbed the bag, heaving it up over my shoulder. I peeked out again, double checking to see if the coast was clear; it was. I took a deep breath and made my escape; silently dashing across the room and out in the hallway. I continued running, not stopping till I reached my car out in the parking lot. I threw the hideous bag into the back seat and started my car, heading home finally.
That afternoon had been a close call, and I was going to have to be careful from now on. I decided that maybe another attack at school was risky, but at the same time it was the next step in this war fare. It needed to be clear to Hummel and Karofsky that they were not welcome in this school or in this town.
The rest of the week passed like normal. There were no more slushie attacks, but that doesn't mean the teasing and homophobic slurs stopped. It had been a long week; Kurt and Dave had already decided to stay in tonight and watch movies. The boys also wanted to take advantage of being all alone in the house. A first since that night they had watched "Psycho". Ever since Dave had moved into the Hummel-Hudson house their privacy as a couple was practically non-existent. Granted the boys were allowed to both live in Kurt's room, but the door was to stay open at all times. At first this was fine, but after having Finn walk in on Kurt and Dave multiple times in the midst of a make out session, the boys became more cautious. They had grown to keep the PDA to a minimal in the house when anyone else was home. Tonight, though, Carole had gotten tickets for her, Burt and Finn to go see a Cleveland Cavilers basket ball game. They were going to spend the night at her sisters and would be back the following afternoon.
Kurt was plotting activities he and Dave could spend their evening alone doing. Several which involved things that were not appropriate to be thinking about in the midst of his American history class.
"Mr. Hummel?" the teacher questioned from the front of the room. Kurt's daydream of his evening exploits with Dave was forgotten as Kurt returned to the present world.
"Yes," Kurt responded, hoping his teacher didn't notice his blush.
"Glad to know you're with us. Can you please explain to the class what the Boston Tea Party was?" Kurt sighed.
"Of course," Kurt began. The rest of the period the teacher droned on about the Boston Tea party and how it was a turning point for the colonies in the war.
When the final bell rang Kurt stuffed his notebook into his bag and dashed out of the room. Dave was going to meet Kurt at his locker before they headed home and Kurt wanted a few seconds to spruce up. Kurt rounded the corner and entered the hallway his locker was in. He looked down the hall to see if he had beat Dave and stopped short.
Halfway down the hall, directly across from the choir room Kurt's locker sat, or well more of hung on its hinges. The locker door had been wrenched open and was hanging crookedly off the wall. The entire contents of Kurt's locker seemed to be scattered across the floor: his textbooks torn apart, papers and notebooks lying crumpled on the floor. The entire row of lockers was covered in red paint, various rude messages stained onto the metal. Kurt had to force himself to move closer to the locker, as he did so he discovered a small rock was the only thing still in his locker. Kurt reached out and cautiously picked up the rock, "Go to hell Hummel," blazing up at him. Kurt's heart began to race even faster than before. He leaned down to sort through the damaged papers strewn across the floor, seeing if any were salvageable.
As Kurt stood back up he looked around the hall. His gaze fell on Dave, who was standing at the other end of the hall. The jock was frozen to the spot, a look of horror across his face. Kurt locked eyes with his boyfriend for a brief second before turning back to his locker and placing the mess of papers inside.
Dave watched Kurt turn away. He was glad because he needed a second to reel his temper back in. All Dave wanted to do at this moment was punch someone, whoever was responsible for this. Dave took a few deep breaths before crossing the hall and coming up behind Kurt. The boy was still turned to his locker, hiding his face from the curious eyes of fellow students.
"Hey there babe," Dave greeted him. Kurt turned around and latched himself to Dave. Dave brought his arms up, wrapping them around Kurt and let the smaller boy cry into his shoulder.
"Shhh, I'm here. It's going to be okay," Dave whispered into Kurt's ear, rubbing soothing circles across Kurt's back.
"Come on, let's go home. We can pull out the ice cream and gorge ourselves. Sound good?" Dave asked. He could hear Kurt trying to laugh through his muffled sobs. Kurt pulled back slowly, making sure not to let go of Dave. Dave reached out a hand and wiped the leftover tears from Kurt's eyes. He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss to Kurt's forehead.
"How does that sound?" Dave asked.
"That sounds wonderful," Kurt replied. Dave picked up Kurt's forgotten bag, throwing it over his shoulder, he wrapped his other arm around Kurt and together they walked out of the building.
At the far end of the hall, unnoticed by anyone else, Azimo watched the whole interaction, wringing his hands in guilt. If only he had done something, stood up for his old friend, maybe Dave wouldn't be suffering so much.
"We have to tell your parents," Dave said, breaking the silence of the car ride home. He turned to look at Kurt in the driver's seat, trying to gauge his reaction.
"No," Kurt replied, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Dave shifted, suddenly nervous.
"Kurt, Finn's gonna find out soon enough; someone else is bound to tell him. Then all three of them will be pissed." Kurt sighed, he knew Dave was right.
"Fine, but can we wait until they get back tomorrow. If we tell them now they will come rushing home, and I kind of rather it was just us tonight. Is that okay?" Kurt confessed, briefly glancing at Dave.
"Of course," Dave smiled slightly, reaching out and giving Kurt's thigh a reassuring squeeze. Kurt loosened his grip on the wheel, dropping a hand down and intertwining it with Dave's.
The boys arrived back at the Hummel-Hudson household, dropped their bags and headed straight for the ice cream.
"Where is it? Come here you little stinker," Dave groaned, rifling through the freezer.
"Davey-dear, don't insult the ice cream it will just continue hiding from you," Kurt laughed, before joining Dave in his search.
"Finn, better not have finished it off. Or I will…"
"Or you'll what?" Kurt quizzed, finding the jackpot and handing Dave the giant container. Dave's face broke out into a smile.
"Put the ice cream under lock and key," Dave replied.
"That's my boy," Kurt teased, giving Dave a quick kiss to the cheek, before going to find the ice cream scoop. Dave crossed to the cabinets and pulled down two bowls for them. Kurt was generous in dividing up the ice cream, emptying the container between them.
They took their bowls into the living room, settling down on the couch together, Kurt lying back against an arm, his legs resting in Dave's lap. As they ate they talked about everything except the incident at school that afternoon.
When the boys finished their snack, Kurt collected their bowls and placed them in the kitchen sink to clean later. Kurt returned to the living room to find Dave sprawled across the couch.
"Scoot over you big dummy," Kurt teased. Dave smiled before pulling Kurt down on top of him.
"What if I like this better?" Dave replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he leaned up to kiss Kurt.
"I'm not complaining," Kurt said, breaking the kiss and placing a hand against Dave's chest.
"Good, now less talking, more kissing."
Kurt couldn't argue and returned his lips to Dave's with a renewed force. Dave slid his arms around Kurt and moved them down his back, cupping the smaller boy's butt and pulling him closer. Both boys moaned as they rubbed up against each other.
"You're clothes are in the way," Kurt murmured, trailing kisses down Dave's neck. Kurt traced his hands down along Dave, slipping them up under the hem of his shirt and running them back up and across Dave's chest. Before Kurt could begin removing Dave's shirt though, the doorbell rang. Kurt sat up, startled by the noise.
"Who the hell could that be?" Kurt asked aloud.
"Just ignore it," Dave whispered, reaching his arms out to Kurt and trying to pull him back down. The bell rang again.
"Shit, let's just go see who it is and tell them to buzz off," Dave groaned, sitting up with Kurt. Both boys bounded off the couch as the doorbell began ringing repeatedly. Dave reached the front door first, throwing it open to reveal Azimo standing on the porch.
"Uh, hi," Azimo greeted the shocked Dave. Kurt had reached the door by now, peeking out behind his boyfriend to see who it was.
"What do you want?" Dave asked through clenched teeth.
"I, uh, I just wanted to talk to you," Azimo sputtered out.
"If you've come here to make fun of me or Kurt just spit it out and get on your way," Dave shot back.
"Dave," Kurt warned, placing a gentle hand to Dave's shoulder. Kurt could feel Dave tensing underneath his fingers.
"Well, I wanted to apologize actually. I come to say I'm sorry for." Dave cut Azimo off before the other boy could finish.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Dave spat.
"David, calm down," Kurt whispered, moving his other hand to grip Dave's and giving it a small squeeze.
"Don't tell me to calm down Kurt," Dave snapped, turning to Kurt. "He doesn't get to come here and ask for my, for our, forgiveness for everything he's done to you, to me. I won't let him." Dave was shouting now and it took all of Kurt's strength not to yell back. Taking a deep breath Kurt looked at Dave, grabbing both hands.
"We don't know why he is here. Let's listen to what Azimo has to say before we make any judgments. Can you do that please, for me?" Kurt asked. Dave looked at Kurt who was wearing an expression that could convince a king to give up his crown.
"Fine."
"Thank you," Kurt whispered, giving Dave's hand a small squeeze and turning to Azimo. "Why don't you come inside?" Kurt offered. Azimo nodded and stepped over the threshold. Kurt moved towards the living room, but Dave stood his ground, not wanting to let Azimo any farther into his sanctuary. Kurt noticed and returned to Dave's side.
"Well get on with it," Dave growled.
"I wanted to apologize for my actions these past few weeks. I know I haven't been the friend you deserve since you came out."
"Yeah the slushie facial on Monday was obvious," Dave grumbled.
"Hey man that wasn't me," Azimo defended himself. "I haven't done any of that. I know I didn't respond well that day you and Hummel kissed in the hall, but I've done a lot of thinking since then. And I've come to realize that what Hunter, Strando and the others are doing is wrong. While I'm not sure how to handle you being gay, I'm willing to try because I don't want to lose your friendship over this. Will you forgive me?" Azimo finished his speech and looked up at Dave. Kurt turned to look at Dave as well. He could see Dave struggling with this revelation. He knew Dave, and he knew Dave was going to need to think about this.
"Well thank you Azimo," Kurt spoke up, breaking the silence. "I think this is a lot to process for us both right now. Why don't you leave me your number and when we have had some time to think I'll make sure Dave calls you." Azimo nodded, scribbled his number down and handed it to Kurt. Azimo moved to leave, but turned back.
"I do hope you forgive me Dave. I don't want to lose you." And with that Azimo was gone. Kurt closed the door behind him and turned to face his boyfriend.
"Dave?" Kurt nudged. Dave didn't respond. Kurt sighed and crossed the foyer to envelope Dave in a hug. Feeling Kurt next to him brought Dave back to the real world and he wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"Are you alright?" Kurt asked.
"Uh yeah, it's just, I don't know."
"It's a lot to take in, I know," Kurt replied. "You don't have to make up your mind now. You can take a few days to think. Just know that whatever you decide I will support you, one hundred percent."
"Thank you," Dave whispered. "How did I ever get so lucky to get you as a boyfriend?"
"We got lucky," Kurt corrected Dave. "We both got very lucky." Dave smiled at that idea, leaning down to grab Kurt's lips in a kiss. Kurt sighed against the contact.
"Come on, let's go downstairs," Kurt suggested, a small grin spreading across his face. Kurt grabbed Dave's hand and made his way toward the basement, Dave stumbled after him, eager to get back to kissing Kurt.
As soon as they were safely in Kurt's bedroom the smaller boy spun around and jumped onto Dave, wrapping his legs around the jock and kissing him fiercely. Dave groaned in response. He reached his arms around Kurt, supporting the smaller boy, and pulling him closer. Dave moved his lips away from Kurt's and started trailing kisses down Kurt's neck and across his exposed collarbone.
"Mmmm, Dave," Kurt moaned, as Dave bit down and began sucking a hickey into Kurt's porcelain skin. Kurt let Dave work for a few moments before he yanked on Dave's hair to return his own lips to Dave's. Dave shifted, pulling Kurt up, both boys moaned as their erections rubbed together. Dave wasn't sure where this fire had come from, but he liked it and he wanted more.
Dave moved them over to Kurt's bed, and carefully placing Kurt down onto the dark red comforter. Kurt unhooked his legs from around Dave and scooted up the bed. Dave followed him up onto the bed his lips still attached to Kurt. Kurt slid his hands down Dave's back and underneath the waist of Dave's pants. Dave's skin was hot to the touch and Kurt loved it. Kurt moved his hands to Dave's front, and began to tug at Dave's zipper.
"David," Kurt moaned, as his hands lost contact. "I want you, please. Just you. I want to touch you, and kiss you. I want you in me, David please."
"I want you too," Dave whispered into Kurt's ear. "But I want to make sure you're sure and this isn't just something you will regret later. Are you sure?" Kurt nodded. "I need you to tell me," Dave said moving his hand down Kurt.
"Yes, yes, yes," Kurt gasped as Dave's hand began rubbing Kurt's erection through his jeans.
"Mmm baby, you're so hard," Dave breathed out, his tongue licking the shell of Kurt's ear.
"David, please," Kurt begged. Dave chuckled, kissing Kurt's temple before snaking his hands down. He fiddled with the top of Kurt's jeans and a few seconds later Kurt's hard cock was free from its prison beneath the denim. Dave yanked Kurt's pants and underwear off, leaving him entirely exposed from the waist down. Kurt began pulling Dave's shirt up and had to unlatch his lips briefly in order to pull it over Dave's head. Kurt ran his hands across Dave's chest, his fingers playing with the curls of hair dusting his torso.
"Never thought I would be one for chest hair, but on you it looks good" Kurt grinned.
"Mmmm, Kurt," Dave let Kurt continue to explore his chest. He moved to remove Kurt's shirt, his large fingers fumbling with the buttons of the brightly colored garment.
"Damn it," Dave swore, the button slipping out of his grip.
"Let me," Kurt nudged Dave away and sat up, his nimble fingers dancing across the buttons and pulling the shirt off in seconds. Dave sat back in awe, admiring Kurt's body. Kurt watched as Dave's eyes raked over his skin. Kurt could feel a blush creeping to his cheeks at his exposed position.
"So beautiful," Dave whispered before leaning over and kissing Kurt. Kurt squirmed away from Dave's comment.
"No I'm not," Kurt protested. "I'm too pale, my arms are sticks, I have no muscles, my hips are pear shaped and my cock isn't that big."
"I don't think so," Dave argued back. He leaned down and placed a kiss to Kurt's elbow. "I love your arms, the way you use them to command attention when you enter a room." Dave moved to Kurt's chest trailing kisses down his torso. "I love your skin, it's so soft. I love the way it becomes flushed when I kiss you just right." Kurt immediately blushed, turning his skin a soft shade of pink. Dave moved down to Kurt's knees and kissed up his thighs, alternating kisses between the two legs. "You're hips are stellar. They lend such support to your attitude and they look gorgeous in and out of your skinny jeans." Dave's face was now at Kurt's crotch; he leaned over and placed a kiss to the head of Kurt's cock. "And your dick is perhaps the most perfect of all. I don't care about the size, it's just right for you, which makes it just right for me." Kurt had just sat back in shock as Dave rained compliments across his body.
"Really?" Kurt croaked out, regaining his voice.
"Really." Dave smiled, climbing back up to be face to face with Kurt.
"I love you," Dave whispered, leaning down and placed a kiss on Kurt's lips. "You're perfect, every part of you."
"Thank you," Kurt whispered. He snaked an arm around Dave's neck and pulled the bigger boy close for a kiss. Dave leaned down placing a hand to the side of Kurt's head to balance his self. The movement caused Kurt to rub his erection against Dave's jeans, eliciting a moan from the friction.
"Why are your pants still on?" Kurt gasped.
"Because I got distracted by your beautiful body," Dave replied, grinning down at Kurt.
"Flattery is nice, but removing your pants would be even nicer," Kurt teased back. Dave laughed, getting off the bed to quickly remove his pants and boxers, Kurt watching intently from the bed.
"What do you think?" Dave asked, doing a quick twirl for Kurt. The countertenor laughed before replying.
"I have one hot boyfriend," Kurt chuckled. Dave smiled and climbed back onto the bed. "So, uh, I don't really know what we do now. I mean in theory I do, but I've never actually you know, done it," Kurt confessed.
"Well me either. But we should start with supplies," Dave commented. "Do you have lube and condoms?"
"Yeah in the nightstand," Kurt answered, gesturing to the black drawer. Dave rolled over, opened the drawer and pulled out a small container of lube and a pair of condoms before returning to Kurt.
"I'm pretty sure I should stretch you first," Dave shyly suggested.
"Yeah, you probably should," Kurt agreed. Dave leaned down to kiss Kurt, before turning to coat his finger with lube. Kurt moved to lie down, keeping his eyes trained on Dave.
"You ready?" Dave asked, hesitating slightly. Kurt leaned up and gave Dave a reassuring kiss.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"I love you Kurt."
"I love you too David." That little reassurance was all Dave needed. With one last kiss to Kurt's lips, Dave gently pressed his finger against Kurt's hole. Kurt groaned at the new pressure, and Dave continued to press his finger through the ring of muscle. When it was all the in Dave looked back up at Kurt.
"I'm okay David, go ahead and move it a little, in and out," Kurt instructed. Dave did as he was told; slipping his finger out almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in, before plunging it back in. Above him Kurt let out a quiet moan. Dave repeated the action a few more times, Kurt's moans gradually becoming louder.
"David, more please," Kurt begged. Dave obliged, adding another slicked finger and then a third. Soon Kurt was a withering mess below him.
"David, come on, please, get inside me, David," the words tumbling out of Kurt's mouth.
"Okay, alright, shhhh," Dave stretched up and kissed Kurt roughly. Dave used that kiss to pull his fingers out, Kurt moaning into his mouth at the loss. Dave ripped the condom open and slipped it on before shuffling so his aching cock was lined up with Kurt's hole.
"David please," Kurt begged again. Dave smiled, leaned down and captured Kurt's lips in a kiss. Once Kurt was thoroughly distracted, his tongue exploring Dave's mouth, Dave eased himself into Kurt. Dave groaned at the sudden pressure; it was so tight but it felt so good. When Dave was in all the way, he paused to give Kurt time to adjust.
"You feel so good Kurt," Dave whispered. "So tight, it's so hot." Kurt whimpered in response, crashing Dave's lips back to his. It was messy and full of teeth and spit, but neither one of them cared. Slowly Dave began to rock in and out of Kurt, being maybe a little too cautious.
"Harder David, you aren't going to break me," Kurt snapped. Only Kurt would retain his attitude while being fucked into a mattress, thought Dave as he returned his mouth to Kurt's. Dave thrust in a little harder the next time, Kurt groaned in pleasure as Dave hit the little bundle of nerves.
"There, fuck, right there, oh David," Kurt moaned. Dave smiled and adjusted so he could repeatedly hit Kurt's prostate. Kurt quickly became a mess under Dave; his moans interlaced with cries of oh god, Dave and fuck.
"So good, Kurt, you feel so good. I'm so close babe," Dave moaned from above.
"I wanna come with you," Kurt whispered. Dave reached down, his hand wrapping around Kurt's leaking cock. Stroking it in time with his thrusts, Dave watched as Kurt came undone.
"So close David," Kurt groaned. Dave sped up, his thrusts losing their rhythm, just pounding into Kurt as he approached the edge. One, two, three more thrusts were all it took to send Dave over.
"Kurt!" Dave screamed, his orgasm causing him to empty his load into the condom. Watching Dave come apart above was all Kurt needed. He quickly followed Dave, a high pitched wail escaping his lips as cum shot out, coating both his and Dave's stomachs.
Together the boys collapsed onto the sheets, a mess of limbs and sticky cum. Dave pulled out slowly, stripped the condom off, tied it closed and threw it towards the trash can.
"Wow," Kurt said, breaking the silence as Dave plopped back down next to him. "I didn't know that could be so, well so–"
"Amazing," Dave finished for him.
"Yeah," Kurt agreed. Dave smiled at Kurt, leaning over to kiss him.
"I love you," Dave whispered against Kurt's swollen lips. "That was perfect. You're perfect."
"You're perfect," Kurt replied. "That was absolutely amazing. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend. I love you." Kurt kissed Dave.
"Mmm, we should probably clean up," Dave suggested.
"No, leave it. No one will be back until tomorrow and I kind of just want to stay right here with you," Kurt whispered. Dave smiled again.
"Me too, come here," Dave replied, pulling Kurt to his chest. Kurt snuggled into Dave. The boys stayed like that, breathing in each other and enjoying the intimacy. Eventually they both fell asleep, wrapped together under the sheets.
Well...so...what did you think? (bites fingernails nervously)
I have no idea when the next chapter will be up, it may be awhile depending on how long all these papers and projects take for me to wrap up. *sigh* but thank you for reading!