Sorry this took so long to get up! (so to speak...) Hope you all enjoy it, and hopefully I won't be so long between updates next time.
Kurt stared at David, looking so homey in his sweatpants and plain white t-shirt. He imagined that must be what Dave looked like when he got up in the morning, more or less; bleary-eyed and a bit unbalanced, without guile of any sort. And he was struck by how much that image touched him. The thought of seeing David in such a state made his chest ache a tiny bit…amongst other parts of him.
Wresting himself from that train of thought, Kurt declared, "Shall we?" indicating the couch once again. "I'm sure the coffee's still warm."
"Yeah," Dave replied, seeming to snap out of some small reverie in which he had been lost.
They resumed their seats on the sofa, and each took up their own mugs once again, sipping the still warm but rapidly cooling coffee. An odd little silence pervaded. It was not awkward exactly, but neither was it entirely comfortable. It seemed pregnant with something just beyond articulation.
After a few sips in the companionable silence, Dave said, "Thanks again for letting me stay over. And sorry I'm such a klutz."
"It's okay. It's not like I've never spilled anything when I was tipsy."
"I'm just glad I didn't get any on your tie," Dave replied, earnestly.
"It's your tie, now," Kurt reminded him.
"Yeah, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I suppose I do."
Kurt paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm glad it means that much to you."
"It does," Dave replied, gazing intently at him as he took a sip from his mug.
Kurt watched this act, feeling fixated by the movement of Dave's lips, their pale pink tint, the moisture visible revealing their texture. And a flare of arousal wracked his whole body as it asked, with sudden urgency, to taste those lips.
Kurt felt very hot all over and his breathing became labored as blood began to pool in the lower region of his abdomen. He needed to make a decision, and he needed to do it soon. The possibility that this might turn sexual was evident to both parties at this point, and Kurt knew it would not be out of line, nor even unexpected, for him to make a move. But he was not quite sure how, nor was he entirely convinced it was a good idea at all.
He was very clear that he wanted to have sex with the boy sitting next to him on the couch. However, what it might mean, and what it ought to mean, was a question a great deal more murky. Kurt was not sure that he wanted to pursue such a course of action without clarity in advance as to what it meant. He was not the sort of person to just barrel in and decide on the significance later.
However the night was getting older, their coffee was almost gone, and the tension was reaching an uncomfortable peak. At this juncture, Kurt could practically feel the influx of sexual energy radiating from the boy sitting next him, and he was sure he was giving off no less than he was getting. But closing the gap was not a simple task, nor could it be taken for granted.
While everything in his body screamed at him to kiss the boy next to him, the sober part of Kurt's mind warned that perhaps the timing was not right, and that waiting might be better. On the other hand, if he waited too long, it might result in a missed opportunity, and maybe even a misunderstanding. Kurt hated the thought that Dave might misread his reticence and think he was uninterested. He and Dave had had so many misunderstandings in the past, Kurt greatly feared adding another one to their long, tortured history.
He felt his resistance crumbling. He felt his body winning the pull as it brought his mind on board with what it wanted. And eventually he felt a certain sense of relief. He was going to give in, and it felt like the right call.
Grateful he was not stone cold sober just yet, Kurt watched Dave down the last of his coffee, set the cup back down on the coffee table and stare at him hesitantly. He could see the searching wonder in the boy's eyes, attempting to read what was happening without making anything too explicit. With his mind now firmly made up, Kurt felt he should put the boy out of his misery.
Downing the very last of his beverage, he set it back down on the table as well, and then leaned into Dave's personal space. Not far enough to kiss him, just far enough to make the suggestion blatant. Looking Dave squarely in the eyes, Kurt said in an uncharacteristically low voice, "Well, we can go to bed now if you like, or we can...stay up together for a little while."
Though his words were rather ambiguous, Kurt tried to make his full meaning as clear as possible with his eyes and body language. He was fairly certain he was successful, because David soon let out as very audible exhale and Kurt could see the flush invade his cheeks. The boy visibly struggled for a moment to find any words, but eventually he replied, with quiet firmness, "I think I want to stay up."
Kurt felt his mouth curl up into a wide, involuntary smile. Going on instinct, a second later he braced his weigh with one hand against the back of the couch and swung his right leg over Dave's lap, straddling him. Kurt watched Dave's eyes nearly bulge out of his head in response to this, and a breath come heaving in and out of the boy's chest as he exerted what looked like a gargantuan effort to not devour Kurt whole.
One solid beat of raw tension passed while they gazed at each other from this intimate position. Then Kurt grabbed Dave's head with both hands, just as Dave did the same with Kurt's hips. Their mouths met just as their pelvises did, and the deluge of pleasure was downright excruciating. Kurt's tongue invaded Dave's mouth hungrily, and Dave responded with fierce encouragement, rubbing Kurt's tongue frantically with his own as he manically grasped the boy's back and buttocks with fevered urgency. Kurt, in fact, could soon feel the other boy's body begin to vibrate all over and he knew Dave was likely doing everything in his earthly power not to cum right then and there.
It was a realization both so flattering and so hot, it made Kurt's own quickly growing erection jump as he pressed it up against the impressive bugle displayed by his companion. And it became readily apparent at that moment they certainly were not going to get as far as anal sex this time around. Both of them were simply too overwrought for something that advanced.
Wanting to draw out the pleasure as long as possible, but also desperate for the incredible orgasm he knew was building quickly, Kurt broke off their kiss to pull up on the hem of Dave's top.
"Take off your shirt," he whispered against the other boy's mouth, as he tugged at the garment.
Dave leaned forward and put up his arms to do as Kurt asked. With his shirt indisposed, they resumed their kiss briefly before Dave started doing the same. Kurt immediately followed suit, giving Dave what he sought almost instantly.
When their naked upper bodies came into alignment, both boys moaned at the gorgeous friction and heat, it adding to their pleasure as they sought fiercely to fully feel one another. The violence of Kurt's desire as he kissed the boy beneath him frankly scared him, and he knew that if that's how he felt, Dave must be feeling something akin to pure aching torture. Kurt, at least, had the benefit of some previous sexual experience. Dave was a virgin, and from what Kurt could infer given his knowledge about the boy, he had likely never even really kissed anybody. This was incredibly new to him, and likely, incredibly overwhelming.
Just as that thought occurred to him, Dave broke off their kiss once again to proclaim, "Kurt, I can't…I just can't stop…"
He sounded desperate, almost child-like in his earnest disclosure that his body was quickly moving out the realm of his mastery.
"It's okay," Kurt replied, feeling suddenly no less aroused, but very in control of the situation, if not entirely himself.
"Take off your pants," he instructed Dave, as he pulled at the waistband of the borrowed sweats.
Dave lifted his hips and Kurt pulled the last two pieces of clothing off him, unable to stop himself from gawking at the other boy's frankly enormous penis, which was at that moment standing fully at attention and was an almost angry shade of pink. Kurt found the image wholly mesmerizing and even though he intended to de-pants himself as well, he could not help but stop and give the member a few solid strokes.
When he did this, Dave threw back his head and stared up at the ceiling while staccatoed exclamations burst forth from his mouth in involuntary fits. It was an utterly beguiling sight to behold and Kurt found himself completely overwhelmed by the guilelessness of Dave's responses to his attentions. There was nothing remotely practiced or feigned about the boy's behavior; it was raw and completely uncensored, and it made Kurt feel, for the first time in his life, like he was quite possibly the sexiest thing in the world.
Although sex itself was something he had familiarity with, this kind of uninhibited, almost excessive desire was not. His encounters with Blaine had always been pleasurable, to be sure. But they had also always been rather slow, the pressure building steadily, and lazily. Sex with Blaine had been like a slow boil, starting off lukewarm and getting hotter, more intense, very incrementally. With Dave, it seemed more like a forceful electrical current – swift, jolting, instantaneous. It wracked his body like a bolt of lightning, it did not rise gradually and eventually bubble over. His desire for Dave was ferocious, piercing, all-consuming. And he could tell that feeling was most certainly not one-sided, either. If anything, Dave's reaction to him were more intense than his reactions to Dave, which was saying an awful lot.
Desperate to get them both to the orgasm that felt so close, Kurt removed his own pants and underwear and brought his erection right up against David's. He ground their hips together and Dave let out a guttural noise followed by a "Holy fuck!"
Kurt gave the boy another firm, but short opened mouth kiss before bringing his right hand up to his mouth and moistening it generously with his tongue. He then put just enough space between their bodies to grab hold of both of their dicks and begin stroking them in unison with his lubricated hand.
When he started doing this Dave threw back his head again and stared at the ceiling, continuing to issue forth phrases like "jesus christ!" and "holy shit," interspersed with random, incoherent exclamations of his lust. David's responses were so genuine, so blatantly authentic, they served as searing volts of arousal to Kurt, and they shot through him every time the boy bucked his hips or voiced his delight at Kurt's ministrations.
With the boy's head thrown back, Kurt had a long view of his neck and it quickly became a site of attention for him. Leaning in, he placed his mouth right at the juncture of neck and jaw beneath Dave's ear, and bit gently but firmly on sensitive skin there. This act resulted in a violent bucking of Dave's pelvis that was so strong it would have unbalanced Kurt had David not simultaneously grabbed hold of his hips and kept the boy pressed to his lap.
"UGH! Fuck me, yes!" David groaned, writhing underneath the combined onslaught of Kurt's vigorous hand and attentive mouth.
Kurt could feel David shaking all over like a leaf in the wind and he knew the boy was just on the precipice, likely seconds away from going over.
Detaching his mouth from its position on Dave's neck, Kurt gave his companion another short, rough open-mouthed kiss before beginning to whisper.
"Cum for me, David. Cum for me and next time I'll let you pound away up inside my sweet, tight ass. I'll let you pound my tight little ass and I'll let you come inside me."
That image must have done it, for David then let out a spectacular roar and clenched his hands on Kurt's hips so intensely, Kurt would later develop bruises. Oblivious to any pain, however, totally engrossed by the heady pleasure of the moment, Kurt continued to pump his hand frantically along the length of their two erections. And soon enough, he watched as cum began shooting out of end of Dave's swollen dick.
The image was such an unbelievable turn-on for Kurt that it felt like his brain was melting at the sight of it, and not long after, he found his own release, his own cum spurting only a moment later all over David's stomach and chest. Kurt rode the waves of his body's stunning orgasm fiercely, feeling such an enormous discharge of energy that it shook his very core and left him feeling without a bone in his body, and without a care in this world as he collapsed, totally spent, on the couch next to Dave.
