This follows immediately after the previous chapter
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Joan had gone out to do some shopping, leaving Kurt and David alone. Currently, they were curled up on the couch in the living room watching The Patriot (a young Heath Ledger for Kurt and violence and gore for Dave). Dave hadn't gotten dressed yet and was still in his boxers and wife beater. He hadn't shaved since before his surgery so he looked rather rugged and stunning to Kurt. Even still, Kurt felt mildly uncomfortable curled up next to the practically naked David. It didn't help that Dave had his cast propped up on an ottoman off to the right side and had his other leg splayed off to the left. Kurt had his legs delicately crossed at the ankles, a far more appropriate position in Kurt's opinion.
Mel Gibson had just finished avenging the death of one of his children by slaughtering every red coat around when Kurt decided he couldn't take the distraction of Dave's boxers anymore. The fly was just a hair away from exposing everything. "Do you have to sit like that?"
Dave looked over at Kurt, confused (as usual). "What do you mean?"
Kurt gestured to Dave's lap. "Like that! With everything all…out there. And all 'in your face.'"
Dave snickered. "I wish it was all 'in your face.'" Kurt smacked Dave roughly on the shoulder. "Sorry, that was too good to pass up." Dave made a mock "pouty face" at Kurt. Kurt glared at Dave, not at all in the mood to be patronized. Dave, feeling the ice vibes Kurt was sending him, "Fine, if I get 'excited' or anything I'll cover it up…with a pillow, or a blanket," Dave got really quiet for the next part, hoping Kurt wouldn't hear him, "or your ass."
Kurt grabbed the remote and paused the movie. He stood up and put his hands on his hips.
Dave, feeling a lecture coming decided to take preemptive measures. "Look Kurt, I'm sorry. My brain works a lot slower than my mouth. You have to admit though, I am getting better…a little."
Kurt nodded, his anger slightly abated. "I've noticed. You are improving, gradually. But I've decided I'm going to help you learn to watch what you say." Dave furrowed his brows. "From now on, anytime you say anything lewd, suggestive, or vulgar, you are going to get punished."
Dave smiled broadly. "As much as I'd love a good spanking, I don't think I can fit in your lap." Noticing Kurt's pissy look coming back, Dave quickly retracted his last statement. "Sorry! Sorry…you just look really cute when you're pissed."
Kurt's pissy look disappeared and was replaced by a coy smile. "Do I really?" Dave nodded, a goofy smile on his face. "Well you're not going to think I'm 'cute' in a minute."
Dave let out a confused 'huh?' before Kurt started straddling one of his legs and leaning in close to Dave, his lips a breath away from meeting Dave's. How is this punishment?
Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
Kurt moved to Dave's ear, stroking his cheek softly with one hand as he did so.
I know you think you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glamaphonic, electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
On "hot hot" Kurt jumped back and away from Dave. Kurt began touching himself erotically.
Boys boys boys!
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys!
Buy us drinks in bars
Kurt turned so that his back was to Dave, bending over slightly he ran his hands up and down his thigh and butt.
Boys boys boys!
With Hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
We love them!
Kurt came back to Dave who had clenched his legs together in a pitiful attempt to hide his growing 'problem'. Kurt straddled both of Dave's legs this time, not touching him.
Baby is a bad boy
With some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers
And make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
Dave was practically shaking he was so turned on by Kurt's little "show." It continued in much the same pattern for the remainder of the song, Kurt shaking his ass in Dave's face during the chorus, straddling his legs, but not touching anything but his cheek or chest, during the main refrains.
When the song came to an end, Kurt came back to straddling Dave's legs. Dave was a bit huffy, desperate to pull Kurt into a deep kiss. "Yeah, umm…FYI, Az is the one that hates Lady Gaga. I don't mind her so much. So, guess again on the punishment thing."
Kurt smiled innocently, his big doe eyes reminding Dave vaguely of that Pillsbury chick at school. "Oh, that? That wasn't the punishment." Dave was confused again. He was about to ask what the punishment was supposed to be when Kurt looked down. Dave followed his gaze. Dave's erection was throbbing, desperate for attention. "That's your punishment."
Still confused… "I don't think any guy has ever considered a boner a punishment. I mean, maybe if we were at school, yeah, definitely. But we're all alone here." Dave reached his hand up to Kurt's cheek, intending to pull him into a kiss.
Kurt pulled away from Dave's touch, however, and retreated to the opposite side of the room, making himself comfortable in the armchair, far from Dave's reach. "You might not think it's such a punishment right now, but give it a few minutes."
Dave still didn't fully understand where Kurt was going with this, until his penis began throbbing steadily…painfully. "Oh, come on. That's low."
Kurt smiled pleasantly, deviously at Dave before hitting "play" on the remote. Dave shifted uncomfortably in his seat. After making several attempts to cross his legs he pulled a pillow into his lap.
Kurt watched Dave out of the corner of his eye. Dave continued shifting, occasionally leaning all the way forward and then leaning back. One of Dave's hands disappeared under the pillow. "Uh, uh, uh" Kurt tsk'ed at Dave. "Hands where I can see them. If you cheat, you'll never learn to behave."
"You're just a vindictive bitch." Kurt wanted to be offended by that, but found Dave's discomfort too amusing. Dave tried to lose himself in the movie, but really couldn't.
After what felt like hours, the blood flow slowly retreated from Dave's "junk" as his body realized he wasn't going to be getting any.
When Kurt saw Dave take the pillow off of his lap and toss it aside, Kurt returned to his side on the couch. Dave, not really mad at Kurt, wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder. "Do that a couple dozen more times and we'll be even for all the times I slammed you into the lockers."
Kurt chuckled. "Hopefully you won't need that much reminding to watch your tongue."
"That was really hot, by the way. You need to seriously do that sometime when you aren't mad at me."
Kurt rubbed his hand up and down Dave's chest. "You have a really nice voice yourself, Dave. All you need really is someone to teach you how to control your breathing. Have you thought about Mr. Schu's invitation?"
"Yeah, I thought about it. I'm really not interested in joining glee."
"You haven't thought about it at all! Courtney says you like to sing. And as I've already said, you sing really well. You looked like you were having fun the other day and you perform in front of hundreds of people all the time. That's what organized sports are! They're a performance; albeit an ad lib performance."
Dave was the one getting mildly annoyed now. "Look Kurt, I have no intention of joining glee, now stop pushing the subject before I say something stupid again."
Kurt looked up at Dave, his lower lip thrust out slightly. "But why?"
Now Kurt was the one who looked like a pitiful little baby. Dave sighed. It wasn't something he had wanted to discuss. He sort of thought Kurt would have figured it out by now. "I've been playing hockey since I was six. I love it. And I'm great at it."
"But you don't have hockey anymore."
"You think that's it, Kurt? If I had really wanted to join glee, I'd drop football in a second to spend more time with you. It wouldn't interfere with hockey anymore than Finn being in glee interferes with his football. But that point is moot now that I'm not on any teams anymore. But, as I was saying, I've been playing hockey since I was six. My dad really wanted me to play football, and I did. But I've always truly loved hockey. I'm like my mom like that. She adores hockey. My dad thinks it's kinda boring, but my mom and I watch all the games together. I've been playing hockey since I was six. That's eleven years. And in those eleven years, if I played a game, my mom was there cheering me on. My mom has never missed a single one of my games…hockey or football. It's me and my mom. If I did glee, if I got into glee, that's an entire part of my life she'd be completely cut out of. I can't do that."
Kurt nodded, he understood where Dave was coming from. He tried so hard to have something in common with Burt. Dave had that common ground with his mom and didn't want to lose it. To Kurt, a parent's enjoyment wasn't a valid reason to give up something that you loved; the only performance of his Burt had ever seen was his "Single Ladies" routine, and Kurt hadn't even been singing along with it, just lip-syncing. But what was right for him might not be right for Dave. Kurt leaned up and kissed Dave. "Okay, I won't push you anymore. But if you ever are interested, just for a one-shot deal or whatever, you know where to find us."
Dave returned Kurt's kiss. "Thank you for understanding, but I'm pretty sure, you're the only one I'll be performing for anytime soon."
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Things are going to start moving quickly from here on out, rather than vignettes of their day to day lives, it's going to start going from one important scene to the next, sometimes spread months apart (don't worry, updates won't be 'real-time').