Authors Note: Before I begin, yes, that beginning of the cow scene was supposed to sound the way it sounded. Heehee. This is where the fic is going to start getting a little smuttier, and the rating is changed to M now for future smuttiness! I'm guessing there won't be many complaints, but in case there are just tell me. Thanks to all my lovely reviewers! Still don't own Glee.
Kurt trailed his hands up the bare, muscled chest that was looming over him. His hands trailing into each indented muscle that found its way under his fingers. He moaned softly, feeling warm breath around him as he lay with his mystery man under the warm cocoon of blankets.
He could feel the cool, slender fingers trailing down his bare chest, setting fire to the gentle touch that it left. And soon those hands were playing with the hemline of his briefs, teasing him until he whimpered softly. The man smiled before pulling of Kurt's boxers, leaving the two men bare and panting.
Electric energy surged through Kurt as the larger man now gripped his straining bulge in his hand, making long and loose gestures up his length. Kurt could feel his eyes rolling back in his head as another pleasured moan left his lips. He closed his eyes tight and thrashed under the man.
"Look at me, Kurt." The man whispered.
Kurt's eyes shot open as he obeyed, his eyes met the familiar brown ones as he released, his entire body shuddering as he did so. He recognized the man, felt his breath ghost against his lips.
'Dave…'
Kurt sat up straight in his bed, his eyes widened in lust and fear as his body shook in the after effects of his orgasm. He reached down, feeling a familiar stickiness in between his boxers and he groaned softly.
Oh Gucci.
He'd just had a wet dream about Dave Karofsky.
And he liked it.
Kurt grumbled softly to himself as he stood in the basement impatiently. The last place he wanted to be at three in the morning was doing his laundry because he came in his pants and on his sheets because of frigging Dave. But every time he thought about that dream a rush of sparks ran down his spine and he wanted to really feel the touch and not just imagine it.
He felt just plain embarrassed as he waited for his sheets to finish drying, he only had about ten more minutes, and then he could go back to sleep. He used the steady thrumming of the dryer to take his mind off of his reeling thoughts. Maybe he liked Dave a little bit more than he thought he did, but that didn't mean he wanted Dave to touch him. Right?
Wrong.
He wanted that boy so much that it was starting to hurt. But he learned from what happened in high school that the last thing Dave wants is him. He'd have to become steady friends with his left hand. He was so steadied on the thrumming and his thoughts that he didn't notice Dave come down the stairs until he felt warm breath on his neck.
Kurt squeaked, normally that kind of situation would make him scared, instead it made him hard all over again and he faced away from Dave.
"Uhm, Kurt? What are you doing laundry for at almost four in the morning?" he asked innocently.
"My sheets were itchy and I couldn't sleep." He spoke, begging his erection to go the hell away!
"Oh…well." Kurt spun around then, he didn't even know what he was doing but soon he had Dave pushed up against the washer and their lips were connected. Kurt moaned softly, his tongue asking for entrance.
Dave stood shell shocked for a moment before he felt a persistent bulge on his thigh and a warm tongue on his lips. And how could he resist that? He wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, opening his mouth slowly allowing Kurt entrance. Both boys moaned loudly as they leaned into the kiss.
There was a sudden sound of the buzzer on the dryer that made them jump as if they had been shocked. Kurt stared wide eyed at Dave as he took a few steps back, flushing a violent shade of red as he looked at the ground.
"Uh—uhm. It's…it's fine." Dave stuttered.
"Dave? Kurt? Are you boys down there?"
Dave's eyes widened at his father's voice. "Uh, yeah, Dad! We were just looking for batteries for Kurt's nightlight!" he yelled.
"Okay boys, get back to bed soon.
"Yes dad!"
"Good night boys!"
"Goodnight dad!"
"Goodnight Mr. Karofsky!"
Both boys listened to Paul's footsteps fading away before they stared at each other. Kurt felt so rotten for throwing himself at the male like that. And more than that, he felt utterly embarrassed for his actions. He stared down at his feet for a long while before looking back up to find he was alone in the laundry room.
Dave sucked in a hard breath as he lay on his bed, eyes wide and heart hammering in his chest. He suddenly wondered what had gotten into the smaller boy. Not that he didn't like it. No, he loved it. But the last thing he wanted was for Kurt to feel obliged to be with him. He felt bad suddenly for leaving him alone in the basement without an explanation.
But he saw the wheels turning in Kurt's head. He was getting ready to apologize, and Dave didn't think he could handle Kurt apologizing for something that he loved so much.
He listened to the silence as he felt his inner turmoil swarm around in his gut. He just wanted to continue kissing Kurt breathless, but the other boy had seemed so scared. So shocked. He couldn't do that to him. In the silence he heard the small pattering of feet up the stairs. He opened an eyelid to see Kurt staring at him.
The smaller boys face was red and blotchy. Dave suddenly felt like an asshole for leaving him alone in the basement after obliging. At the same time, he felt his inner walls rising higher and higher. He knew he was bipolar, and these sudden changes were getting easier and easier to feel. His compassion turned to slow, boiling anger.
How dare Kurt just take from Dave what he had wanted to do for so long? With no explanation at all? Sure, he had taken the boys first kiss, but at the time he was positive that Kurt wanted it. A little voice in the back of his head told him that Kurt had wanted it in the basement. Yet he was still angry at the boy.
Kurt made his bed in silence, shaking slightly at the fact that he just wanted to kiss Dave again and again. After sitting in the basement for a good twenty minutes all of his feelings suddenly came crashing down to one realization.
He was in love with Dave Karofsky.
Dave heard the smaller boy suck in a breath as he got into his bed. "Dave…about what happened. I…I wanted it t-"
Dave's anger boiled for a moment and he cut the younger boy off. "Listen here, Hummel. I'm not gay for you. So just forget about whatever happened in the basement."
Dave tried not to hear the sharp intake of breath at his words. And right after they left his lips, he knew they were wrong. But how could he fix it? He rolled over onto his side as Kurt simultaneously curled into a small fetal position.
Kurt tried not to act like the words hurt him.
Dave tried not to hear the shuddering sobs coming from the bed next to his.
