AU – Set during Senior Year on the run up to Christmas. Kurt never transferred; after a few run ins he and Dave found an interesting way to deal.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and plot (Back-story leaves and Plot tidies up). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
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Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Twenty-Five
Having worked our way through the clothes she'd bought, matched items together and begun linking them with accessorizes, all the while gossiping and giggling, we then tidied up and made our way to the kitchen.
"I just loved the purple top, you have to wear it soon," I tell her as I begin to get the stew together. "Everything was fabulous, you really have an amazing eye Mercedes."
"Thank you Kurt," she says. "I know if you like them I did real good."
"Oh you did dearest, believe me I couldn't have picked better myself." Pulling vegetables out of the fridge I turn to her, "Would you like to stay for dinner? Its just stew."
Hesitating she says, "I'd really like to Kurt, but I don't want to intrude."
Even though she's accepted David and I, I'm fairly sure she's still nervous of him, he did bully all of us, so it may take a while for her to learn to trust him. "You won't be intruding, I would love for you to stay."
"Okay," she says. Eying up the vegetables she asks, "And those? Are they staying for dinner too?"
"Honestly they're not poisonous they're good for you. I am a great cook and you wont even know they're there. Trust me." It's gone quiet behind me so I turn to find her staring over at my basket. Gently touching her arm to get her attention I say, "Remember I told you I'm his puppy dog, it's my basket."
I can see she is a little freaked out by it, I suppose being told about it and seeing it are two different things. Holding her in my arms I sooth her, "It's okay Mercedes, really, everything is okay." Maybe I shouldn't have told her, but I've hidden so much from her, I really don't want secrets between us any more.
"And the lead?" The question is quiet.
"That's mine too Mercedes," I fetch it and bring it back, "see these links, here and here, well they're special, they're breakable. I can get away anytime I want to. It's always my choice to stay. I even have a proper collar it attaches to."
Leaving her to examine it I retrieve my collar and show it to her, "It clips on like this, and ta-da one little puppy dog is ready to go." Catching her expression I offer, "If it upsets you I wont say anything else, I'll keep it all from you and you won't have to worry about it."
"No! No Kurt. I'm sorry, it's just, I'm used to listening to the other girls, this," she waves a hand, "It's really not that close to what I'm used to hearing about, it'll take a while that's all." Squaring her shoulders she asks, "I don't know anything about this stuff, I mean do you two always do it that way?"
Shaking my head I go back to making stew, "No, we make love which is always gentle and involves none of that stuff it's more what you're used to only the gay version, or we play games which is using that stuff. We cuddle a lot he likes cuddling. He loves kissing so we do that a lot too. The only rules are it has to be consensual, and we both have to enjoy it."
Shoulders relaxing she accepts that and I can tell she wants to ask another question, "Please just ask."
"What about the spanking?" She blushes and wont quite look at me.
"The spanking belongs to the games area of our life, and it stopped being a punishment long ago because," now I blush, "I like it too much." Stew ready I put it on a slow heat and sit down beside her at the table. "Are you okay?"
"I think so," she replies honestly. "You really wear this?" Making the connection she gasps, "That pretty choker you had on, it was really a dog collar!"
"Yes, and yes." Taking the collar I put it on and let the lead fall down my back. "Now feel," carefully I pull her fingers up to it, "there is plenty of room, it really is like wearing a necklace. Just one made of leather." Cocking my head to one side, "I wonder if Tina would be jealous if she ever saw it."
"You better not show her, she'd have it off you and around her throat in seconds, damn crazy goth chick," it breaks the tension and we giggle at the image.
"What would you like to do now?" I ask her. "I was going to spend the afternoon making new collars, and I have enough materials you could make yourself some necklaces." Solemnly I hold a hand up scout style, "I promise you do not have to wear a tag saying 'If lost please return to Dave'."
"When you put it like that how could I refuse Boo?"
Going to the spare room I pick up the bits and pieces I bought yesterday and we settle at the kitchen table scattering the things and get to work trying out different combinations of colours and materials. The radio is playing in the background and we sing along stopping only to bicker over ideas and the odd hot piece of gossip. It feels so good I've missed this.
Other than having to turn the kitchen lights on I've not really noticed what the time is, so when the front door bangs open and a clearly pissed off David barrels into the house swearing, I jump, and so does Mercedes.
"Kurt! I'm home!" He yells out, and stomps into the kitchen. "Well that was a total fucking waste of my time," he throws his kit bag against the wall, "what a shit practice…" Spotting Mercedes he stops in his tracks and blinks, rapidly changing mental gears.
Getting off my stool to go and great him I put my hands on his chest and tip my head up waiting. Keeping an eye on her he leans down and pecks my lips. A moment later he does a double take and his hand runs along my collar.
Ignoring the questioning look I say, "I'm sorry you had a bad practice David. We have stew tonight and Mercedes has agreed to stay for dinner. Did you want to shower first?" I hope he takes the hint, he's all sweaty and muddy and I wonder why he didn't shower at the school, I'll have to ask him later.
"Err, yeah, sure Kurt," he says, and then remembers his manners nodding to my friend, "Hey Mercedes."
"David," she nods back.
Gathering himself he points down the hall, "I'm gonna get cleaned up first then I'll be back for stew."
"Okay," I tell him, "I'll just pick you something nice out to wear," and I follow him down the hall, he steps into the bathroom and I dive into the bedroom to grab him some clothes. Dithering a bit I decide to show him off a little, yes these will do nicely. Trotting into the bathroom I leave them in a neat pile and find him stony-eyed and with his arms crossed. Closing the door he crooks his finger and I go to him.
"What the fuck are you wearing your collar and lead for?" he whispers into my ear. Grabbing the lead he holds me close to him with it.
"I told her how we got together David, being your puppy is part of it," he looks more worried than angry, "we can trust her David," I whisper back encouragingly.
Unsure he frowns thinking, "I really don't like this Kurt."
"You trust me don't you?" he nods. "Well I trust her. I'll just ask her to keep some of the details to herself and she will. You know I hated hiding things from her; I don't want to do that anymore, not with her. Everyone else I'm happy to keep our private lives private, it's ours after all, and I'm not sharing you even a little."
Still not convinced by my words he grumbles a little, I tell him, "She saw the mirror on the ceiling," his jaw drops. "I didn't know how to get it down so I had to leave it up there."
"Shit, I totally forgot before I left," he growls.
"David, stop panicking, she really is fine. As long as we don't do anything too over the top in front of her everything will be okay." Teasing him a little I sign dejectedly, "I suppose this means you wont be able to ravish me while she's here."
It gets the reaction I was aiming for, he snorts in amusement and begins to relax. Kissing me he shoos me out and locks the door behind me. I know he is going to be freaking out a bit still, but not nearly as much, so I skip into the kitchen.
"David wont be long and then we can eat," I get the plates ready and turn to find Mercedes nearly freaking out too and looking worried. An angry Dave tends to do that to people. "It's okay baby, you're both going to be fine, I think you surprised him more than he surprised you."
Quirking her lips she straightens and helps me clear the table. And when David wanders back in, clean and with the clothes I picked out for him on her jaw drops just a little as she checks him out. The khaki coloured t-shirt fits snugly showing off his shoulders and chest while bringing the greener shades of his eyes out.
Unable to hide my grin at her obvious approval and David's uncertain blush I dish the stew up and carry the plates to the table. They're both sitting there in an uncomfortable silence, "There you go, enjoy," I tell them.
"Thanks babe."
"Thank you Kurt."
David says grace, "Thank you for the bounty in front of us and all the good in our lives. Amen." And we tuck into the food. I have fiendishly chopped the vegetables up fine enough that the pair of them can't be sure what each lump actually is and they eat all of it.
"This is really good Kurt," Mercedes says. While David finishes his off and then holds his plate out for more, he always eats a lot when he's been at practice.
Other than the sound of cutlery and plates we eat in silence. The warm food has relaxed both of them though, and after his second helping Dave pushes his plate away. "Oh that was great babe," he says appreciatively.
Shifting in her seat Mercedes says, "I hear congratulations are in order, you're making an honest man of my Boo."
Touching his engagement ring David replies, "Err yeah, and thanks. I can't believe he asked me, but I'm not turning an offer like Kurt down. He's awesome." The food has gotten to him enough that he gives me his happy goofy face.
"So what have you two been doing today while I had twilight zone practice?" He asks us as he clears the table down.
"I told Mercedes how you and I became a couple, she gave me a mini fashion show of new clothes she bought yesterday, and then I worked on some collars while she made some necklaces." Showing him the finished articles he examines them and says they look amazing.
"If you two want to keep going, I'll wash up coz you cooked," he offers, which I take him up on.
Slipping his ring off and putting it safely on the side he doesn't notice Mercedes sneak it away. "Oh, it's beautiful too," she says. "David you have excellent taste in engagement rings."
"Thanks," he says looking a bit embarrassed, "I wanted something nice for Kurt, he deserves it." I get another goofy look from him.
A look Mercedes has intercepted and clearly approves of, it seems to put her mind at ease and as she puts the ring back on the side she gives him a little pat in passing. I could get used to this, my friend and my beau getting along.
Turning the radio back on David starts filling the sink, and Mercedes and I take over the table again. A particularly catchy song comes on and we sing along, it's when David hesitantly joins in and harmonises that I wish I had a camera to capture Mercedes' dumbfounded expression.
Silently laughing at my friend I mouth "And he dances too!"
"Really?" she mouths back.
Nodding at her, I giggle quietly at the thumbs up she gives me, while David gets on in the background scrubbing the plates clean. The whole scene is domesticated, happy and relaxed.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
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