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Chapter 21
Kurt sat in his room, his arms crossed as he stared at the two very cute but apparently very stupid jocks. For sitting in front of him was Finn and Sam. And their hair color was...purple. He looked from one embarrassed boy to the next. "...Alright..." He said slowly. "I think you should tell me this...again..." The boys fidgeted. "Um...well..." Finn mumbled. "Rachel and Quinn are...kind of... a bit pissed..." "About us cheating on them...with each other." Sam now muttered. Kurt looked from one to the other. "Yeah. I gathered that." Finn ran a nervous hand through his hair. "They dumped something on us that dyed our hair purple. Ruined our clothes." Finn said. Sam looked annoyed. "We had to take four showers to get the purple out of our skin."
"We just thought that...with your talent with hair that...you could..." Finn looked at Kurt with pleading eyes. Kurt didn't really want to help them. He was happy that they liked each other. But he was still mad that they had hurt Rachel and Quinn. Not that he really cared for either girl. It was just the principle of the matter. "I'll work on something..." He said. Then he shooed them away, snorting quietly. Purple was a really bad color on them. He pulled out his cell once the two boys disappeared upstairs. He sent a text to both scorned women, complimenting them on their choice.
He stood up then, moving to his closet. In truth, those two boys were going to have to wait. Dave and Kurt had a date. He would wear the same outfit he wore...when Dave first kissed him. Dave had told him tonight was going to be special. He hoped that the outfit would seem that way too. After making sure his hair was perfect he went upstairs, grabbing the keys for Finn's car. The one Burt had given him since Kurt's was still getting repairs. He skipped out to the car, climbing in and starting down the road to Dave's house. He sang along to his iPod.
"You won't admit you love me A million times I've asked you, If you can't make your mind up So if you really love me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps If you can't make your mind up So if you really love me
And so how am I ever to know?
You always tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
And then I ask you over again
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Being parted, broken-hearted
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna wind up
Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Dave was waiting outside his house when Kurt pulled up. He hopped out and ran up to Dave, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. "You know, I read in a book that you know you've found the One when you can always see yourself running into his arms." Kurt murmured. Dave grinned, tightening his hold on him. "I think I like that book. Let me guess, romance novel?" he asked. Kurt giggled and nodded. Dave kissed him again and led him over to his car.
A few minutes later they were pulling up to a hotel. And then they were standing the room...looking nervous. Dave rubbed the back of his head. "I thought about my house but...my family has a tendency to not knock..." There was some really embarrassing moments there. But he wasn't going to think of those moments. Not when he was with Kurt. He slowly reached over and took Kurt's hand. "I know...this isn't the most romantic place." He said quietly. Then he moved forward, wrapping an arm about Kurt's shoulders. He rested his chin on top of Kurt's head. "I want to be with you...so badly. And I...I guess I...look we don't have to do anything. We can just sit back and watch TV. Or do oral again..." Kurt chuckled. Dave was acting...nervous. Kurt pulled back and looked at him. "Have you had...sex? I mean before? Had sex before?" Okay, so Kurt was nervous too. Dave blushed but nodded. "Yeah. I'm sad to say that it was Brittany who did me first."
Dave looked down at Kurt. "Look Kurt, we don't have t-" "I want to." Kurt interrupted. And he did. Dave wasn't the most romantic guy around. So who knew if he would ever get that part right. But Kurt loved him. And they had waited long enough to finally do it. Dave smiled at him, leaning down and kissing him. As always, that electric shock went through him. Desire. Dave crushed Kurt to him, kissing him deeply. Kurt's hands gripped tightly at Dave's shirt.
The jock worked his lips over and over against Kurt's, licking at them and then slipping his tongue inside. Both moaned at the feel. The dance and passion building in such a simple, and yet so complicated act. Dave reached up, gripping Kurt's sweater and pushing it off. "This outfit...so hot..." Dave murmured against Kurt's lips. But he broke the kiss to pull the boy's shirt over his head. Dave sucked in a breath. So pale and fragile. Beautiful. Dave's lips locked onto the tender flesh of Kurt's nipple, causing Kurt to whimper, his legs buckling. Dave scooped Kurt up and laid him down on the bed.
He took the time to pull off his shirt, tossing it aside and kicking off his shoes and socks. Then he crawled back up over the boy. "Oh God Kurt...you're so hot..." Dave muttered, placing his hot hand upon Kurt's chest and moving over to pinch a nipple. Kurt cried out quietly, arching his back. Dave smirked and leaned down, attaching his teeth gently to the other one. His tongue flicking it. After a minute he pulled back, blowing on it and watching it pull taut. He looked at Kurt's flushed face before slowly moving...lower...
Slowly Dave undid the other boys belt and teasingly slow he pulled the pants and underwear down. Kurt's hard and swollen cock springing forth. Dave inhaled his scent. "Kurt...so beautiful..." He growled before suddenly swallowing him whole. Kurt's eyes went wide and he gave a strangled cry, gripping at the sheets tightly. Dave's head bobbed slowly, sucking him hard for a few minutes, but pulled away before Kurt could climax. Dave kissed the weeping head and then sat back on his knees. Kurt blinked up at him, his cheeks dark red, his hair sticking his face with sweat. "D-Dave?" Kurt whimpered and then he squeaked as Dave grabbed his hips and lifted them up high. He bent Kurt then so he was laying on his back with his ass in the air. His legs spread. Kurt's eyes went wide and his mouth formed a big O as suddenly Dave's wicked tongue found his entrance. Flicking against it. Swirling around it. Probing inwards.
Kurt began to making incoherent noises and then another cry as suddenly a finger slipped in. Dave watched him with interest as the finger slid in all the way and then back out. Probing. Then there were two fingers. Stroking his insides. Kurt lay there gasping. He tried to writhe but couldn't Dave wouldn't let him in this position. And it was getting harder to breathe. "D-Dave...oh God please...please Dave..." He whispered. Three fingers pumped him now, but they withdrew. This was pure torture.
Finally Dave set him down, but only to pull back and remove his clothes. Kurt's eyes were hungry upon him now. He licked his lips with want and Dave moved to the head of the bed. Kurt eagerly took Dave into his mouth, sucking him and pumping his head up and down. He could easily lose himself like this. He reached down, gripping himself and stroking. But Dave caught his wrists and held them, refusing to let Kurt pleasure himself. Finally Dave pulled away and moved again...this time settling between Kurt's legs. His cock pressed against Kurt's entrance. "Are you ready?" He whispered, and Kurt nodded. Slowly...inch by inch...Dave pushed his way in, feeling Kurt tense. The heat surrounding him...
P.S. Muwahaha! Leaving all you guys 'aching' for more. Hehe! Watch for the next chapter! Finally finishing the long awaited, and much 'teased' about, sex scene! The song that Kurt was singing along to was Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps by Doris Day.