"Shhhh!" Kurt scolded, barely suppressing a giggle as fumbled in the dark for the right key to open his front door.
Dave was trying to hold in his laughter, as he knew Kurt's neighbors would not appreciate their noisy antics at this hour, but he could not entirely control himself. The other boy had shared with him a mildly amusing tale about one of his work colleagues, and in their drunken state, the anecdote had seemed a lot funnier than it otherwise would have been.
Eventually Kurt found the right key and opened the door to his apartment, tiptoeing cautiously into the dark, domestic space. Dave followed his lead, walking quietly over the threshold and closing the door behind them as Kurt hesitantly flicked on the closest set of lights.
"Hello?" the boy asked, to the empty apartment.
Silence pervaded in response.
"Good, Rachel's not home. She told me she would be spending the night with Brody, but I just needed to be sure. Didn't want her to wake up and find you on the couch by surprise. That would be unpleasant, to say the least."
"Yeah, something tells me with those pipes, her scream could wake up the whole apartment building."
"Are you kidding? It could wake up the whole city block. Have a seat, I'll make some coffee."
Dave took off his coat and laid it over the back of the sofa before setting himself down on it. He felt a bit awkward just sitting there while Kurt was fussing around in the kitchen. However, he knew if he tried to assist he would only get in the other boy's way and since he was already intruding on Kurt's hospitality he did not feel inclined to make himself more of nuisance.
So while he waited for Kurt to finish his task, Dave took in Kurt's apartment. It was an open floor plan, with hard wood floors covered in various colorful rugs, brick walls and high ceilings. Predictably it was decorated quite chicly, and Dave suspected that that was mostly Kurt's doing. The boy simply could not resist trying to make everything around him more beautiful.
They had a fairly large TV set, which sat directly across from Dave and which he eyed with some envy. He missed watching sports games on his family's large flat-screen TV. Football just was not the same streaming on his 14" laptop.
The aroma of coffee began to permeate the air, and Dave could tell Kurt had pulled out the good stuff. It smelled absolutely divine.
"You take just milk, right? No sugar?"
"Yep," Dave replied over his shoulder to his host.
He listened as he heard coffee mugs being retrieved from cabinets and filled with coffee. There was the momentary sound of stirring spoons and soon enough the other boy was walking across the hard wood floors with two steaming cups in his grip, one in each hand. He leaned down carefully and handed Dave his, which came in a black mug with a Phantom of the Opera logo. As Kurt sat down next him, Dave noticed he had reserved the Wicked mug for himself.
As soon as his weight was rested on the couch, Kurt set his drink down on the coffee table and proceeded to remove his shoes.
"You can take off your shoes too, if you like," he said from his doubled over position.
At first Dave was inclined to resist, feeling it would be impolite. But truth be told, he was pinning to be free of his shoes, and besides, he did not want to make Kurt uncomfortable by insisting on behaving with more formality than his host.
Setting his cup down on the table he kicked off his loafers and also removed his suit jacket which was feeling very restrictive at that moment. He took the liberty as well of unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling up his sleeves. When he finally sat back on the couch once again, cup in hand, he indubitably felt more comfortable…physically at least.
He took a sip of the coffee which was still quite warm but not unbearably hot, and found it very much to his liking.
"That's really good. What brand is it?"
"It's Starbucks Christmas blend. They only sell it during Christmas time but I stock up on it, because I love it so much."
"I can see why," Dave said, as he brought the cup back to his lips. However, in his still moderately inebriated state he ended up missing his mouth and spilling a considerable amount of the hot liquid on the crotch of his pants.
"Crap!" he exclaimed as he hurriedly set the cup back down and stood up so the soaked fabric was not plastered directly to his skin.
Kurt, too, immediately set his drink down and stood up, ordering Dave to go to the bathroom and remove his pants. "Rachel's boyfriend leaves a couple of pairs of sweats here and one of them should fit you alright," he explained, directing Dave to their bathroom while he went in search of the promised garment.
Dave did as Kurt suggested, removing his soiled trousers the moment he was on the far-side of the bathroom door and cursing himself silently for being a clumsy idiot. Whether Kurt was intending this evening to end extra happily for him or not, Dave knew he had not done himself any favors by spilling all over himself like a four-year-old. How utterly embarrassing.
After a moment there was a knock at the door. Dave opened it about 15 degrees and instantly a pair of dark green sweats was being held out to him from a disembodied arm protruding from the other side of the door.
"They might be a little small, but they'll still probably be more comfortable than yours at this point," Kurt explained with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Thanks," Dave replied as he retrieved the proffered pants from his host.
He closed the door once again and unfurled the bundle to eye the borrowed slacks. Instantly he agreed with Kurt's assessment that they would likely be a little tight but not un-wearable. Breathing a sigh of relief for small favors, Dave stepped into them, grateful as well that they were open at the bottom. He hated the kind that bunched at the ankle.
Pulling them up over his thighs Dave deliberately set them low around his hips, which minimized their tightness in the waist area. After a moment's glance at himself in the mirror he also decided to remove his tie and button down shirt, while he was at it. With the sweatpants on, the formal top looked frankly ridiculous and Dave was already feeling absurd enough as it was. He had on a plain white tee underneath and that would do just fine for having coffee in Kurt's apartment at 11:30pm he decided.
Gathering up the remnants of his suit into a ball, Dave tucked the unruly mass of fabric under one arm, keeping only the tie separate out of respect for Kurt's gift.
Dave then sheepishly reemerged from the bathroom to find the living room and dining room empty. He imagined Kurt must have gone into his own room, likely to change as well. Taking advantage of this moment alone, Dave folded his suit up piece by piece and laid it over the back of the couch atop his coat and suit jacket, waiting for Kurt to reappear. And just as he laid the prized pink tie on top of the folded stack, he heard a door in the apartment open, and Kurt emerged a moment later wearing a pair of loose Batman pajama bottoms and a tight wife-beater t-shirt which exposed a great deal of skin, particularly on the boy's surprisingly muscular arms, and delicately defined collar bone.
The two made eye contact from across the space, taking in the sight of each other so exposed in their casual attire, and in that moment, Dave was convinced he was about to cum in his pants at the mere sight of the boy across from him, so unassumingly erotic was the image he presented. Particularly the hooded, appraising look the other boy was giving him, which if he had to put a name to it, looked an awful lot like desire.