AU – Set in the GBK verse, it takes up where GBK left off. It's now January of Senior Year.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt, and Plot (On the monitor the Plot skips a beat) Don't like don't read, though you should know if you like it by now or not. And reviews are always welcome.
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Good Boy Kurt 2 – Kurt's Trials
Chapter Eleven
The rest of Friday is a blur, the ambulance, the police, my family and friends, and then the doctors and nurses who rightly refused to let me go to sleep. So here I am stuck in a hospital bed at six in the afternoon on Saturday exhausted and struggling to stay awake.
I must have the best family and friends as they are all taking half hour shifts to sit with me and talk to me and generally try to keep me awake and entertained. Strangely they have all been happy to hold my hand and I really appreciate that human touch right now.
Normally I don't find Santana's company very relaxing but she's got the latest gossip about what happened, "So Coach Sylvester got a good look at one of them and the dumb jock tried to pretend he was in the locker room with everyone else when it went down, 'cept no one but Hyde and his lackey can back his story."
Turns out one of my attackers was one of Hyde's minions, and Hyde and his other minion were in the showers when I was ambushed. "What's going to happen to him?"
She shrugs, "The grownups are arguing over it now," she smiles that nasty smile, "He just got blacklisted by all the girls, no one will touch him now," which is cheerleader code for he'll never date or have sex with any of them, ever, my eye must have widened, "Oh Sweetpea," she's taken to calling me some of the more annoying names the hockey team do, "You got more pull with the cheerios than you know, we remember you helping us win Nationals."
Reaching out she touches the left hand side of my face and I struggle to hide my flinch but I don't even feel her fingers as she's being that gentle. The punch has caused my left eye to swell shut, and Mercedes had a mirror on her so I know it's this fabulous purple colour, it's going to be a bitch to match to an outfit.
"They knew exactly how to get you outta the locker room and on your own," she mentions and gives me a long look.
"I know, it was stupid," I sigh, "I thought I was safe and all the jocks would be occupied in the showers," I stare up at the ceiling, "They planned it all in advance, this was premeditated," and that is a very scary thought. It's a lot of effort to go to just to get to me.
Her thumb rubs circles on my hand, and she mutters swear words in Spanish, "You watch your back Kurt," she says softly.
"I'm trying," I say just as softly. "How's Britt?"
"Upset," Santana stares at the wall, "It took Artie over an hour to convince her that her phone wasn't in on it, that it had been kidnapped and forced to make the text against it's will," poor Brittany's phone had been stolen and used against me.
"Please tell her I'm not upset at her or her phone," you have to know Britt to understand that request, "It wasn't her fault."
"I will," she flashes me one of those rare sweet smiles, "Thanks. And Powderpuff? When we find out who the other two are, I want first crack at them," the gleam in her eyes is positively evil, "No one gets to do that to you, no one."
"Thanks 'Tana," I tell her. I'm really glad she's on my side, she's such a scheming bitch I wouldn't want to be on her bad side.
Then Doctor Cooper is back in and checking my vitals and pupil dilation and somewhat to my surprise he tells me if this continues he's happy for me to have short naps through the night and I can be discharged in the morning, so long as I cooperate, which I promptly agree to making Santana laugh and she bitches at me saying I never do as I'm told.
We argue over that and then she's leaving and Rachel is there and I argue with her about songs and music and seriously is she wearing a kitten jumper? And the colours clash so much it's horrible, I don't know how she could possibly dresses herself is such short tight clothes and yet make herself so unappealing at the same time.
Mike is more restful and we talk dance moves and he's pleased that his mom is taking up lessons, though Tina is a little annoyed that they go everywhere with his mom, so I give him a small piece of advice that maybe he should so something with Tina on their own and make a fuss over her.
Even Mr Schue turns up but he doesn't hold my hand and he clearly feels bad that he wasn't there to stop the attack and he can't understand why anyone can possibly be that horrible to another human being, but then that's the reason he's such a nice teacher and yet so blind at the same time.
Coach Sylvester turns up at one point and doesn't even snipe at Mr Schue which is telling in itself, she jokes she wanted to make sure I was still breathing, but I remember how panicked her voice had been so I think she's telling the truth and I thank her for saving me and calling the ambulance, she promptly starts verbally flailing and flees the room.
"She has a bigger heart than she lets on," Mr Schue says. And then he mutters, "She keeps it in a high security vault most the time," making me giggle and he instantly starts apologising and I wave it off and agree with him instead.
Finn and Noah tag team and stay for a whole hour, both of them are so sorry they weren't there to protect me and it sounds as if the boy they know attacked me is getting off with it as Hyde and his lackey are sticking to the alibi they have for him. Typical jocks. Except the other jocks are really angry at him.
"Dude I do not want to be him come Monday," Noah says grinning, "Once practice starts, if he survives that long, he's gonna be in a world of hurt," Noah tries to look innocent and fails completely, "Something about him being a good practice dummy for tackles."
"They said something about loaning him to the hockey team afterwards so they can practice slamming him into those wall thingys they have," Finn looks positively happy at that thought, "And they said we could video it and put in on You Tube."
They're barbarians the lot of them, I don't even crack a smile, not even a tiny one that I have to hide behind my hand. Honest.
Dad shows up at the end of their hour and I glare at him, "Dad did you even rest this afternoon?" He'd said he would be staying the night and sitting up so Carole and I had nagged him into going home and having a small nap.
This guilty look flashes across his face, "Buddy, of course I did," which is Dad speak for not in the slightest.
"Dad you're still sick," I tell him, "I don't want you to end up in the bed next to me hooked up to all those horrible machines."
"Kurt, will you quit worrying," he growls at me and rubs the back of his neck, "I made sure I ate all the right foods and I did lie down, I just didn't sleep," he wags his finger at me, "So you be good, make sure you have your little naps and I can take you home tomorrow and then we can both take a long nap in front of the TV. Deal?"
"Deal," I agree as the nurse bustles in and checks me over giving me the all clear to have my first nap.
Dad's hand is warm in mine and I'm so tired that I fall asleep really easily, and then I growl and grumble when the same nurse wakes me up enough to check me over and I go back to sleep.
This happens time and again and I get grumpier each time, honestly they should know if I have a concussion by now. Dad laughs at me, "Come on Buddy they have to check you out," and he finds my snarky comments funny.
And then later another deep voice rumbles at me, "Ah Babe don't be mean she's just doing her job," he tries to placate me.
Grunting I snuggle down further and grip his hand with my free hand, "S'Not fair, I'm tired," I whine and they both tuck me in. I'm just drifting off again when I suddenly jump in surprise and whip my head round, he's on the left so I have to turn my head the whole way, "DAVID!" I practically squeal.
"Kurt my ears," Dad complains.
And there is David giving me a goofy happy smile, "Hey Babe, thought I told you to stay outta trouble?" He teases me.
"It wasn't my fault," I hastily gloss over leaving the locker room on my own.
"I know," he says gently and strokes the tip of my nose with his finger, "You get some rest Kurt and then we'll take you home in the morning."
Twining my fingers in his I mimic the same with my Dad's and then I really do snuggle down and fall asleep, and I don't grumble too much when the stupid nurse carries on waking me up.
When the doctor releases me with a long list of Do's and Don'ts I smile sweetly and then sulk as David makes sure he notes them down, there is no way I'm going to get around them if he's there. I balk at the wheelchair but David makes me and I gripe all the way to the car, where they make me sit in the back like a child.
But I can't help grinning as we leave the hospital parking lot, I'm going home, with David.
My good mood evaporates when Dad parks at his and David makes me get out, confused and now worried I've bashed my brains harder than I thought I let David lift me up as I wrap my arm around his neck and get dragged inside where he deposits me on the sofa.
"Family meeting!" Dad yells and we all squash in the living room, David sits on the floor by my feet as Dad and Carole get the other spaces on the sofa. It's weird to have David on the floor when I'm not with him.
"Kurtie!" All the kids greet me and they even seem happy to see David which is a very good sign. They're upset that I'm hurt and we all reassure them that I'm going to be just fine.
Dad takes the lead, "Okay I've been talking this over with Dave and he agrees that it's a good idea. Instead of Dave and Kurt moving out this weekend, Dave's going to move in here for the week and next weekend they'll move in together," my stomach plummets, "That way Kurt can get plenty of rest and the guys can help look after him easier at school," I can feel the pout move onto my face, what happened to my uninterrupted David time?
"So that's why the sofa bed has been moved into the basement so that Kurt and Dave can…" Dad almost chokes on his words but bravely continues, "So that they can sleep together."
"Like you and Carole do?" Stacie asks shyly.
"Yes dear," Carole says. "Because Kurt and Dave are going to get married and live together, this way they can cuddle and be cute," she glances at the strange colour Dad is going and takes pity on him, "And because they've already proved they are responsible adults and well…" she smiles at David, "This way Dave can help look after Kurt so he gets better quickly."
They seem to understand that and just assume it's like a big sleepover, ah the innocence of childhood.
My family all think this is a great idea and I guess it has good points, namely David being with me, and my family not wanting to kill him. Sighing I let them talk it out a bit more.
Stretching David looks up at me, "Okay babe, bath, facial stuff, food, some painkillers and a nice long nap for you."
"David," I whine a protest.
"Oh Kurt, you haven't showered for hours," and I am a bit sweaty and Gaga knows what was on those sheets at the hospital, "And don't you want to do your facial routine," there are patches that feel greasy, "And a little food and warm milk would be good, I've not eaten since Saturday lunch time," I could do with something and I can make sure David eats too, he yawns and I fight my own off, "And I'm tired from staying up last night too…" He widens his eyes and gazes at me from under his eyelashes; damn he's using my own tricks against me.
And he's winning.
Knowing when I'm defeated I grumble and give in. Jumping up he holds a hand out to me and lets me lead the way to the basement where he proceeds to run me a bath while I sit on the toilet seat watching him.
He doesn't appear to have lost any weight, but his clothes are his old horrible shapeless clothes before he was kicked out and I was able to buy him some nice new ones. Turning on the taps he lets the water fill the bath and swirls it with his hand occasionally and then he points at the various jars on the side, "Which bath stuff do you want?"
I decide on a mixture and he expertly gets it ready for me, the scent of the oils and salts start to rise up and I happily sniff them.
"Okay it's ready," he motions to me.
Standing up I ask him, "Are you going to be joining me?" The thought of him naked in there with me is making parts of my anatomy very happy.
"Nope," he says and without turning round says, "Don't sulk babe, I promised your Dad I'd behave while we're living under his roof, they'll be no sex and both of us in the bath is way too much temptation, I'll shower after you're done."
And then there is a knock on the open door and Dad's standing there looking much happier, I wonder how long he's been hovering and listening? "Dave, Kurt, Carole made you some sandwiches, and Buddy she's put your painkillers on there," he turns to David, "He hates taking them."
"S'Cool Mr H," David the traitor says, "I'll make sure he takes them."
Nodding at my boyfriend my Dad leaves us to it and David closes the door behind him but doesn't lock it, twisting to me he gives me a mischievous smile, "Okay babe let me help you with those clothes."
David proceeds to strip me down slowly and carefully so he doesn't catch any bruises and at the same time he examines every inch of me for those bruises. I can't help my reaction at his hands running over my skin, it's been too long since my last climax that I'm quickly hard and straining. I have to bite my lip to keep the groans inside.
A kiss is dropped on my shoulder and he nibbles on my ear, "David," I pant in protest at the jolts of pleasure he's generating, "That's not fair."
A dark chuckle rumbles out of him, "Oh my sweet little puppy I've missed you so fucking much," and he pushes me to my knees, which gives me the perfect view of his jeans and the bulge that's grown there, not even thinking I push my face into it and rub the ridge with my nose, even through the material I can smell him and I shudder letting my hands rest on his powerful thighs.
"Please," I whisper, "Oh master please."
"You want to suck me?" He asks me and I nod giving him a hopeful look. "No," and I know my face has fallen. "There's something I want to do to you," so I perk up again.
He positions me over the toilet so I'm laying on my stomach across it, "Not too uncomfortable on that big bruise there?" he asks and I tell him I'm fine, "Good, now I smuggled this lube in past your Dad so I need you to be quiet," he bunches a towel in front of my face, "Bite on it if you need to, and be damn careful of the left side of your face."
And then I hear the all too familiar pop of the lube and I groan into the towel as a cool digit is pressed against my neglected entrance and he smoothly pushes in aiming straight for my prostrate. He's right I do need the towel to keep the noise down and he sets up a frustratingly slow pace that my hips snap to meet.
He rewards my efforts by sinking his finger deeply into me and then I feel his other hand reach around my hip to grasp me, he pumps me in the same slow rhythm and I sob my need.
It's been too long, I won't last, I need him far too much.
A second finger nudges at me and I beg him as quietly as I can, "Please," I whisper, "Please, more, need you."
The burning stretch is so good I buck and clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself screaming in pleasure. I'm so close and he begins to speed up as I struggle to hold it off, to tease and torment myself and prolong it.
"David," I hiss, "I'm sorry, but I'm so close," my hips are moving faster and I'm nearly there.
"Kurt, come when you need to," he says, "I'd be freaking surprised if you've jerked off while I've been away," he knows me far too well.
Freed by his words I work my body harder, driving his fingers into me even as I rut into his hand. Back and forth, each sensation is like a long lost friend until I can resist him no longer and have to gag myself on the towel to stop my howl of triumph, he helps by milking me and I collapse onto the toilet in blissful relief.
Vaguely I'm aware of him cleaning up, bathing me, and then doing my facial for me, I eat when he tells me to and then he dresses me in an old pair of sweats and t-shirt before he carries me into the bedroom and lays me out on the bed, I get a small kiss and he brushes my hair off of my forehead.
"I'm gonna have a quick shower and then I'm having a nap too," he whispers into my ear, "I told your Dad I wouldn't have sex with you, I never promised I wouldn't mess around and let you orgasm" he gives me another kiss, "Love you Kurt."
Mumbling sleepily I tell him, "Love you too," and then I drift off as my clever master gives another dark chuckle.
A/N Sorry for any mistakes I've tried to catch them all but I'm only human.
Thank you for all of your alerts and messages, they really mean a lot. And thank you Anons, I can't reply in person, this will have to do instead.
Also I freely admit to no medical understanding whatsoever, so any and all inaccuracies are entirely mine, feel free to mental change it as needed.
Oh and if you hadn't noticed… Dave's back! :)
