It is two whole days before Dave calls Kurt. Two. Frigging. Days. Kurt is wound so tight he's afraid he'll snap. He can't stop glancing at his phone every two minutes, willing it to ring. Of course, the thought of Kurt calling Dave is out of the question. After all, what if his father answered? How awkward would that conversation be? So Kurt tries to be patient, he really does. And when the phone rings late in the evening on Sunday, he dives for it like it's a life preserver. "Hello?"

"Kurt." Just hearing Dave's voice say his name, so velvety soft, is enough to loosen the knots in Kurt's shoulders. Of course, Dave's hands could work those knots better. And the knots in his back. And…oh hell, Dave's talking. And Kurt has no idea what he said. So he asks. "I said, I'm really glad to hear your voice. I was going to call earlier, but my dad has been non-stop grilling me about my life."

Kurt manages to compose himself enough to say something intelligent. "Isn't that what you wanted? For your dad to take an interest in your life?"

Dave shrugs. "Yeah, I just didn't know he was gonna try and get to know me all in one weekend." He pauses. "A weekend that I thought I had free of parents, until that damn proposal he was pitching fell through and he had to come home early. A weekend that we could have spent memorizing each other's anatomy."

Kurt shivers. "David. You can't say things like that on the phone." He crosses his legs, but all that does is cause his pants to rub deliciously against his semi-hardness.

Dave smirks. "And why not? I think I should be able to talk dirty to my boyfriend every chance I get."

Boyfriend. Kurt's body tingles at the word. But the feeling is short-lived. "About that…"

Dave's heart sinks. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"No! God, no, Dave! I was just…what do we tell people? Do we tell them we're together? Do we act like we're still just friends?"

Dave considers it for all of three seconds. "We're dating, Kurt. And I don't care who knows it." A thought occurs to him, and he smiles wickedly. "Now…where were we? Oh yes, talking dirty to you."

Kurt's cock twitches with interest But he's more dignified than that, so he tries to hold out. "I am not talking dirty to you, David." There. Good. Nice stern voice. But when Kurt hears the rustling of fabric, followed closely by the unzipping of jeans, he gulps. "Really, Dave. You're touching yourself NOW?"

Dave ignores the snark and loosely wraps his hand around his aching erection, letting out a low moan that goes straight to Kurt's crotch. "God, I wish you were here, Kurt," he whimpers pitifully.

Kurt's hands are shaking as he undoes the buttons on his pants and tugs them down far enough to let his hardness spring free. Abandoning all sense of propriety, he spits into his hand and wraps it around his cock, tugging in short staccato jerks. "What would we be doing if I were there?" He asks, a little timidly.

Dave smiles. Gotcha. "I would be sucking you off. Your hands would be tangled in my hair, holding me down." He tugs a little on his cock, moaning wantonly. "Would you like that, Kurt? Me gagging on your hard cock?"

Kurt blushes furiously, but at this point he is so hard that it's unlikely he gives a rat's ass about anything else. In fact, his father, Carole, and Finn could all come parading into his room right now, and all he would be able to say is "Finn, make yourself useful and hand me my lube out of that drawer."

Dave pauses, because Kurt's not answering. "Kurt? I freaked you out with that, huh?"

Kurt takes a deep breath, because this may be the filthiest thing he's ever said. "I would love to watch you gag on my cock."

Dave lets out a groan as he strokes once, twice, then comes all over himself, the bed, even the floor. He hadn't been aware that he was that close, but hearing those dirty, dirty words come out of Kurt Hummel's mouth are his undoing. He tunes back in long enough to hear Kurt's breathy moans go up a pitch, before he lets loose a chorus of "fuck Dave fuck Dave."

Dave waits patiently, triumphantly, but not cockily. Oh sure, he's damn proud of himself, of that there is little doubt. But he told himself that he wouldn't ever push Kurt into anything ever again, and he meant it. So he waits for Kurt's reaction.

"Okay," Kurt says after he's cleaned all evidence of this little debauched interlude off his hands, "we are definitely doing that again, Mister."

Dave fist-pumps. "I knew you'd like it."

Kurt smiles. "Yes, yes I did. Now, about school tomorrow…"