Chapter warnings: barebacking, rimming, voyeurism, threesome (it's probably not what you're thinking though)
Chapter 13He's sitting on the couch, his legs on David's lap and a glass of red wine resting between his fingers. He takes a sip, smiling. David's smiling too, gently running his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the sweet caress. The combination of his full stomach and wine is making him sleepy, and the fact that he got off immediately prior doesn't help. Not to mention the stress of discovering the truth through Mercedes and worrying about it all day. He still believes the decision he made was right, but he now understands a bit better why he felt like he couldn't choose before. He knows, however, that he can't go on living like that, spending his days with a man he cares about, but doesn't love, and dreaming about being with another. It isn't fair; neither to David nor to Blaine and especially not to himself.
"I should go," he half whispers, half moans as he swings his feet to the ground and settles the glass on the coffee table. Dave grabs him from behind and pushes his back against his chest, nuzzling his nose against Kurt's neck and making him laugh.
"Dave, really…"
"You don't have to." He kisses Kurt's neck and rests his chin on this shoulder. Kurt untangles himself from the strong arms and turns to face him.
"I do, actually." Dave pouts and Kurt thinks he'd be annoyed if the sight wasn't so endearing. He gives him a quick peck and stands up, but Dave holds his hand and looks at him pleadingly. "I love you," he repeats, and this time Kurt believes it. More than that, he knows it from the bottom of his heart. "I love you too," he whispers, looking right into the amber eyes that look back at him with such adoration. "The 'how' is still a bit fuzzy to me. I don't remember much, but… The way you look at me – like you're glad to do just that, like my mere existence is enough to make you happy – it makes my heart swell with tenderness. I don't know much about my life right now, but I'm certain of this feeling. I love you. Enough to remember."
He got home to find out Blaine had already gone to bed. Andrea offered to make him dinner, but he declined it. He took a long, warm shower and put on clean pajamas, before nestling between the covers. He now lies awake in the dark room, contemplating the difficult conversation he has ahead of him tomorrow. He knows he has to come clean to Blaine and end it all, but he's fully aware that it won't be easy. He hates that he got himself into this mess and that he'll hurt people, has hurt them already, but he promises himself he'll make amends and try to do the best he can. He knows the best thing to do usually isn't the easiest. Despite everything, he feels happy, light-hearted. He drifts off slowly, new memories and old memories intertwining in his head.
He wakes up to the feeling of lips brushing softly against his and a hand caressing his neck. The lips move to his earlobe and a deep voice whispers his name in his ear. He opens his eyes slowly, blinking slightly, though there's only a dim light coming through the thick curtains, and smiles when he sees Dave's face grinning down at him. Until he realizes where he is. He sits up quickly, eyes gone wide, but before he has any chance of asking Dave what he's doing in his house, the larger man brings a finger to his lips, giving him the signal to be quiet, then points to the space beside Kurt on the bed. Kurt turns around to see Blaine sleeping on his side and suppresses a squeal. When did Blaine come to his bed? Or did he go to Blaine's bed? He turns back to David, determined to send him away and ask him what the hell was he thinking coming into his bedroom (or Blaine's bedroom?) in the middle of the night, but is silenced again, this time by Dave's mouth capturing his. He probes his lips with his tongue asking for entrance and Kurt parts his, moaning slightly when their tongues touch. Dave's tongue explores his mouth with expertise, gliding over teeth and lips and tongue, his body pushing Kurt's smaller frame back into the bed. He pulls back, capturing Kurt's lower lip between his own, then goes back for a short deep kiss. He then kisses down Kurt's neck, sucking on his Adam's apple. His lips run up the side of Kurt's neck and he nips at the sensitive flesh. Kurt rolls his head to the other side, giving him more access, but he sees Blaine still in a deep sleep right next to him and freezes. What on Earth are they doing? Blaine could wake up at any minute! He can't bring himself to care, though, because Dave's hands are gripping on his hips and he moans audibly. Dave stops and pulls back, sitting on the bed and again gesturing for him to be quiet, then winking and giving him a wicked grin. Bastard! Doesn't he know he's trying? It's his own fault for teasing him like this while Blaine is right there next to him! Still silent, Dave signals for him to roll over. Kurt's heart is thumping so loud in his chest he's sure the mere sound of it will be enough to wake up Blaine. The desire in Dave's eyes, however, is enough to make him ache with need and he obeys, trembling slightly with a combination of excitement, fear and anticipation. Despite the fact that he's cheating, technically there are two hot men in bed with him (even if one is sleeping), and the sheer thought is making him harder by the second. The fear of Blaine waking up and the risk of being caught, instead of making him stop, are driving him forward. And so what if he wakes up? At least then Kurt won't have to tell him and it'll all be over. He feels Dave parting his naked thighs (and when did he lose his pajamas?) and running a long finger between his cheeks and presses back, eager. He's surprised by the wetness of Dave's tongue running over his crack and groans, burying his head on the pillow to muffle the noise. Dave's hands part his cheeks even more and he repeats the action, flickering the tip of his tongue over Kurt's hole repeatedly, until he's got the smaller man squirming. Kurt feels Dave's wet finger slip inside him, pushing forward with unexpected ease, then pulling back and pushing inside again, brushing against his prostate enough to make him bite his lower lip. Dave inserts a second finger easily and Kurt briefly wonders where did he even find lube, but his thoughts are clouded when expert fingers brush against his prostate again, adding more pressure this time. Dave keeps finger fucking him and Kurt clams his mouth with his own hand to keep from being too loud. It doesn't help much when Dave pulls his fingers out of him and grabs his ass firmly, squeezing it, right before rubbing the tip of his erection against his hole.
"Stop. Teasing." Kurt manages to get out between gritted teeth. Dave obeys him, plunging into him in one single motion until he's balls deep inside. He doesn't move any more than that, though, and Kurt squirms again, willing him to just move already!
Dave puts his hands on Kurt's neck and lower back, adding just enough pressure to hold him in place and not hurt him. He pulls back before pounding back into Kurt, hard and deep and Kurt moans and groans, all care for silence abandoned. He chances a glance at Blaine and isn't surprised to see brown eyes staring back at him. Blaine's eyes are wide and his breathing is ragged and Kurt looks down to see him touch himself, hand flying around his own dick in time with Dave's thrusts into Kurt. He reaches out his other hand and Kurt nods, breathless, the moans escaping his lips getting progressively louder. Blaine reaches under his body and grabs Kurt's cock, and Dave pauses and pulls Kurt's ass up, allowing Blaine space to pump him. He feels a mouth kissing his neck, then another one kissing the other side of his neck and surrenders to the feeling of mouths and hands provoking him. His body is trembling more than ever and his vision clouds before everything turns white and he lets out a deep howl and collapses onto the mattress.
He wakes up with a jolt, sitting up on the bed. His body feels sticky with sweat and cum and his heart is racing, his breathing shallow. His body is still trembling with the aftermath as he takes in the dream he's just had. He's not sure whether to call it a dream or a nightmare, but he knows one thing: it was very disturbing.