Kurt is awakened earlier than any sane person should by a beam of sunlight shining directly on his face. He makes a grunting noise and moves to curl into a ball, but finds something behind him that prevents him from doing so. Or, rather, someone. Dave has wrapped both arms and one leg around Kurt like an octopus, and before Kurt can disentangle his own limbs, he feels something pressing against his ass. It takes him a second to realize that Dave is a man and it is morning, so it can only really be one thing.
Kurt has two options. He could wake Dave up, have an awkward conversation about his erection, and Dave could take care of it himself, or…
Kurt shifts slowly in the bed until they are facing each other. Dave doesn't stir. At a snail's pace, Kurt lowers himself down the mattress until his head is perfectly aligned with Dave's cock, and he licks the head like a lollipop. Dave moans in his sleep, but doesn't wake. Kurt smiles devilishly and engulfs Dave's cock with his mouth, taking him all the way down his throat. Once he's gotten past the incredibly weird feeling of having his mouth that full, he bobs up and down, humming to himself.
Dave wakes up with a beautiful boy sucking his dick. He literally opens his eyes, half-asleep, and sees Kurt's head in his lap. "Oh Kurt," he moans, thrusting into Kurt's willing mouth. He doesn't last long; a few quick jerks of Kurt's hand, coupled with Kurt's tongue swirling figure eights on the underside of his cock, are his undoing. To his credit, Kurt swallows every drop, and still manages to look classy doing it, a feat that no woman has ever accomplished.
Once Dave has regained his senses, he smiles down at Kurt, who looks awfully proud of himself. "Okay, you are awesome. In fact, I may start a new religion, called Kurtism. Which is basically me, worshipping you."
Kurt giggles and scoot up on the bed so that his head rests on Dave's chest. He breathes deeply, his breaths keeping time with Dave's. "Let's not be too hasty. You forget that you rocked my world last night. And while I may not be able to properly sit down for at least a week, I totally wanna do it again."
Dave arches an eyebrow. "Reeeeally?" He kisses the top of Kurt's head, nuzzling his nose into the impossibly soft hair that somehow always smells like Redken. "I think I can acquiesce to your request."
Kurt snorts. "A Pirates reference? Really?" But he allows Dave to roll him onto his back, and when he wraps his legs around Dave's middle in a way that's already becoming familiar, he decides that not even a cheesy movie quote can ruin this moment.
Later, after they've finished round two (and a quick round three), they finally manage to stagger out of bed. Kurt winces with each step; his hips naturally sway when he walks, and each swivel is like a stabbing knife of pain. But he steels his jaw and doesn't complain. His body still feels slightly boneless, and his steps are unsteady, but he makes it to the bathroom. Dave starts a scalding hot shower for them, and when Kurt reaches for the shampoo, Dave slaps his hands away.
"Is it…would it be weird if…" Dave stammers. He gestures to the bottle, then to Kurt's head.
"Oh. You want to wash my hair?" Kurt asks. "How…serial killer of you." Dave smacks him playfully. "And sweet. Don't forget sweet." He allows Dave to massage the shampoo into his scalp, something that he only lets his stylist do, and that's because she has to. The thought of someone else touching his head has always been this weird problem he has. It just creeps him out. But Dave means well, and it does feel nice.
"Is that okay? Am I doing it too hard?" Dave asks, and immediately grins.
Kurt smirks, eyes closed. "Funny, you didn't ask me that last night." Dave presses his lips to Kurt's shoulder sweetly. Kurt sighs. "Not that I would have said yes. I kind of-" He pauses, then figures, what the hell? He's already had this boy inside him, already swallowed his cum. What's a little more honesty? "I liked it rough."
Dave's jaw drops. "You did?" He asks, flabbergasted. "But…didn't it hurt? Like, a lot?"
Kurt leans forward to rinse out the shampoo. "Well, yeah, at first. But then the pain sort of…melted away. And all that was left was the pleasure. Dear Gaga, the pleasure…" His eyes roll back a little at the memory. "Let me just say, you may be the first, but I have a feeling that you'll always be the best I ever have."
Dave's heart swells with pride. He smiles down at Kurt fondly, helping him to rinse out the shampoo. A thought occurs to him, one that has never occurred to him before. Well, that's a half-truth; he's considered it, but he never thought he would trust another person enough to even suggest it. But he trusts Kurt, and that alone is enough.
"You can do it to me, you know." He says it so quietly that the sound of the shower almost drowns it out. But when Kurt freezes and slowly turns his head to stare at Dave incredulously, he knows he heard it. "I mean…only if you want to. Sometime."
Kurt reaches over to shut the water off, because he's having a hard time believing that he just heard correctly. Dave Karofsky, super jock, wants him, Kurt Hummel, to fuck him in the ass. The thought alone gives him mixed feelings. On the one hand, he always figured he'd be bottoming with any partner he had. But on the other hand…
Kurt smiles shyly. "Maybe I will. Sometime." Dave lets out the breath he's been holding, relieved that he hasn't completely freaked Kurt out. "But for now, how about we both settle for some breakfast, maybe a little mindless television, and-" Something occurs to Kurt Hummel just then, something that should have occurred to him the night before. "Shit."
"What?" Dave asks, concerned by the look on Kurt's face.
"I never called home to tell my dad that I was staying at Mercedes' house, which is the lie that I used when I spent the night with Blaine."
Dave goes pale. "You mean-"
"I've officially been missing since yesterday."
I know, I know…the end is very abrupt and out of nowhere, but my creative juices have hit empty. I will refuel and get back to ya. Next chapter: Burt confronts Kurt and Dave. Dum dum dum.