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 (And one stray plotflake causes a big plotslide that roars down sweeping smut from the side of the valley, luckily it misses a few pieces). Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews).
I own nothing, literally.
Good Boy Kurt
Chapter Twenty-Six
Once the last dish is safely stored away in the cupboard David joins us at the table. He's timed it perfectly and indulgently holds the end of some ribbons I am braiding, trying to weave a pattern into them.
Watching us amusedly as we stop to bicker good-naturedly over a colour combination he offers to hold the end of some ribbons for Mercedes so she can tie knots in them. Displaying the finished necklace to us by draping it around her neck, we both compliment her and David calls her pretty.
"That's so unfair," she says unhappily, "Why are the good ones always gay!" And she throws the necklace down onto the table. "First I find someone with a fashion sense equal to mine but he's gay. Then I discover someone who gives really romantic, if cheesy charms and notes and he's gay." Resting her head on the table she says depressed, "I feel like such a hypocrite, saying I'm fine on my own, I'm not, and I just know I'm gonna spend the rest of my life alone. I'm gonna end up buying hundreds of cats and smelling of pee. Then the cats are gonna eat me."
Trying to comfort her I take her hands in mine, "That's not true Mercedes, you are going to find him, and you are going to be happy. I thought there was something wrong with me but it turns out I was just waiting for David."
Lifting her head slightly she wails, "But that's my point, he's romantic, and wooed you, even if he does have some strange dog thing going on," David blushes at that, "And guess what? He's GAY. I'm left with the Jacob Israels of the world, I'm doomed!"
Hurrying around the table I hug her as she builds up to a full on Diva fit when David asks, "Err, what about that new kid?"
We both stare at him, "What new kid?" we say together fit forgotten.
Caught in the crosshairs he leans back and has a worried look on his face, "Um you know the nerdy looking new kid that's always watching Mercedes."
Mercedes and I exchange glances and I carefully and non-threatening advance on him, "What nerdy looking new kid that's always watching Mercedes?" I hold his hand, "This is really important darling, so I need you to think really hard about this and tell us everything."
"Babe, I don't know much. He transferred in for senior year, he dresses like a nerd, he talks like a nerd in math which I share with him, and I don't think he has any friends yet." David shrugs, "I only happened to notice him staring at Mercedes out of the corner of my eye, he's really careful not to get caught and I just happened to recognise the look on his face coz that's how I felt about you.
"There is one other thing," he adds being helpful, "he doesn't stare at just her ass, he looks at all of her and when she's walking towards him he gazes at her face."
"Oh," Mercedes and I say. Well that is promising.
"What else?" she asks.
"I know his name is Lee."
"What does he look like?" I ask curiously. I want someone who can appreciate my friend and adore her, but I'm shallow enough to want him to be able to stand next to her and not show her up. I'm sure I'd be able to persuade him into a makeover if need be.
David holds his hand out, "About so high, kinda, well he's, sorta, well built." My sweetie has had a hang up about saying fat or tubby ever since the locker room. I wish I could take those hurtful words back, I know they wounded him deeply. "He wears glasses, and I thought he was black to start with, but there's something in the shape of his eyes so he could have Asian in him too, but I dunno I've never talked to him."
"Thank you David," we chorus and go into a planning huddle.
"It'll be easy," she says, "we've done it before and Noah is always up for that kind of thing."
"True," I agree "but we'll have to go in black and it can wash me out. Plus we need to find out the boy's last name. And you have to scope him out first before we go in."
Nodding we shake on it, plan now firmly in place. David interrupts us and stares at us like we're crazy, "Err what the hell are you two talking about?"
Giving him a united front we go for innocent, which I should have realised he would see through in a second. "Kurt. What are you two up to? You have your sneaky look on."
Laughing at his accurate suspicions I say, "Really David, we're just trying to gather a little more information about Lee."
"Kurt," he says darkly, "I order you to tell me."
Well damn, that's cheating, huffing at him I say, "We were just going to look at Lee's records to see what we could find out about him."
Mercedes gasps and turns betrayed eyes on me, "He ordered me, I had to," I try and defend myself to her.
"How the fuck were you gonna get into the records?" David asks with narrowed eyes. Seeing that we're not going to talk he adds, "Kurt that's an order."
Glaring at him for using that against me I sulk and say, "We just wait for night fall, and Noah is really handy with lock picks. It's no big deal, we've done it before"
Shocked David stares at us, "No. There is no freaking way you are doing B&E Kurt, you have a spotless record and you're keeping it that way." He face palms, "You kids are such fucking drama queens. Why the hell don't you just talk to Artie? He'd know about the kid, and I'm sure you can check him out on Facebook or something."
Another good point about David is, the bullying and stalking episode aside, he's remarkably practical.
"That would work," Mercedes musses and then she panics, "What am I gonna wear tomorrow? I want to look good for my adoring audience of one but I don't' want to come on too strong."
Once more David comes to the rescue, "Just wear whatever you were gonna wear. If you like the kid you can wear something extra pretty for him on Tuesday." He smiles at us, "Though to be honest if he feels anything for you like I do for Kurt, you could walk around in the worst clothes ever and he'd still worship the ground you walk on because to him you are the most beautiful and attractive person to ever walk the face of the planet."
My friend and I exchange another glance and sigh happily. He really is so unintentionally romantic. "Kurt, you're so lucky," she says wistfully.
Nodding I reply, "I know, I try really hard not to take him for granted."
"What?" he asks defensively.
"You're the best boyfriend ever," I tell him, and he blushes. He's so adorable I make a goofy happy face at him.
"Okay my Boos I have to go home and start my facial routine, I'll see you in the morning and we can start Operation… Hmm what are we gonna call it?"
"How about 'Fox'?" I suggest.
"No, we've had nine foxes already," she rejects it with good reason. We need something more original.
"You know you kids really are total whack jobs, why don't you just call it Operation Scope Out, coz that's what you'll be doing." He face palms, "Oh my god now you're infecting me with your crazy too."
The name passes muster and Operation Scope Out is ready to roll, we politely ignore his crazy comment, he just doesn't understand.
Gathering up all of Mercedes' stuff David volunteers to carry it out to the car and get her car running so it can start heating up, he said that way she wouldn't get too cold on the way home. We wait for him in the hallway and I help her on with her coat.
"Mercedes? Is it all right if you keep some of the details about Dave and I quiet? I really don't think Lima is ready for all of it, they really wouldn't understand." I ask her.
"You mean the puppy thing?" I nod at her question. "Okay Kurt, and I assume that you answering him in the kitchen was him being all masterful on you?" I nod again, relieved she's not mad at me. "Hmm well if that's what he's like it is kinda hawt!" She giggles. "But seriously Kurt as long as you are happy and this is what you want."
"It is," I reassure her.
"Then I am happy to hold onto some of the more juicy details, I'll try not be too smug coz I know more." She hugs me goodbye and we kiss. When David walks back in she hugs him, he looks so startled and hugs her back carefully. "See you both tomorrow, be good. I'll text you to let you know I made it home safe."
Waving her goodbye we watch until her taillights disappear and start locking up the house and getting things ready for the morning. Sorting through his kit David drags assorted muddy sports paraphernalia out of the bag, which reminds me. "Why were you still sweaty when you got home?" I ask curiously.
His head comes up and he looks thunderous, "Because we have a newly transferred team mate who's even more of a dick than I used to be. The practice was crap anyway, mostly running drills, and this new kid kept running his mouth cracking homo jokes." Oh no, poor David, he's still really sensitive about that, the other jocks have stopped being overly obvious and backed off picking on him so much, but this could start it all up again. "By the time we finished and could hit the showers I'd had enough and just came home."
Putting my arms around him I give him a hug, he pulls me in closer, "Babe I am so sorry for all the shit I gave you. It always seemed like it wasn't a big deal, after all the crap I put up with at home, it was nice to be able to pass it on. I'm so fucking sorry, I never realised just how much it hurts," the last has a hint of pain so I hold him tighter and rub his back.
"It's okay now David, you learnt it was a bad thing and stopped, I'm really proud of how you are turning your life around, I'm really proud to call you mine," I tell him earnestly. "And Mercedes likes you too."
"She does?" he's sceptical.
"She called you Boo, so yes she likes you," I shiver as he nuzzles my neck. "I told her about everything leading up to me asking you to be my boyfriend, and she really liked the charms you give me."
"Hmm, yeah? Well I hope she finds someone to be romantic to her, maybe this Lee kid'll turn out ok." He kisses my neck and my breath speeds up. "So did you tell her about the first time you knelt and called me Master?" The memory is so clear of that moment, the tiles under my knees, but I shake my head.
"N… No, just up to us dating," I stammer as he nibbles my earlobe. Even after everything from this morning I want him so much I can feel my brain starting to shut down.
Kisses trail back to my mouth and we touch tongues deepening the kiss quickly. His hands grip my ass and squeeze careful of the punished flesh; the reminder of the spanking makes me groan and he smacks me gently causing my hips to roll as a moan erupts when our jeans covered erections rub against each other, the bolt of arousal travels through me all the way down to my toes which curl.
"We need to stop," he says, still kissing me
"NO! No we don't," I reply and wrap my arms around his neck wiggling closer.
"Yeah we do," he's using his reasonable voice. "You'll still be sore from this morning, you still have to look after my kit for me, and I've decided we're gonna stop for a little while."
Reluctantly I move away, "Okay master." Sulkily I take his kit from him and start cleaning it up. Most of it can soak overnight, only a few pieces need more attention now. "I hope your next practice goes better and that the other guys don't pick on you again."
"That was the weird thing Kurt," he walks back in from putting my craft things away in the spare room. "The other guys looked pissed off at the new kid and they didn't join it. Seriously it was like being in the Twilight Zone or something, I kept waiting for them to say or do anything homophobic and they just didn't. God it was really creepy. They'd start an insult and you knew they were going with a homo slur and then they'd just stop halfway and leave it."
I'm just as baffled by their behaviour, they should have just joined in and picked on David. I'm glad they didn't, but I'm a little worried in case they are saving it up for something big.
His phone beeps and it's a text from Mercedes to say she's home safe and sound, with a thank you for a great day, and she has supplied a brief summary of what she's wearing tomorrow, thinking it over I believe I may be able to match nicely, and top it off with a brand new collar from today.
Standing behind me he slips his arms around my body and one of his hands moves lower to rub me. Heat shoots through me and I whimper as I harden at his touch. His other hand slides under my top and across my stomach, my muscles contract in pleasure at his caress. Popping the button he then unzips my jeans, pushing both of his hands into my underwear, one hand stokes me the other cups my balls.
"Oh babe, you're so hard for me already," he breathes into my ear and starts to kiss my neck finding the sensitive areas and licking them.
Bracing my knees I stand and let him do what he wants to me, holding onto the counter in front of me I manage to keep my hands to myself, but only just. He continues to nuzzle me as he stokes me with a strong firm grip, he begins to speed up and I moan his name.
"That's so fucking sexy the way you say that," he tells me. "I don't think I could ever tire of you saying my name that way." His other hand massages my testicles and I can feel the tight tingling building under his masterful touches.
"Please David, I'm so close," I beg, my hips thrusting in time with his hand.
"No," he whispers.
My eyes fly open, and he withdraws his hands, I whimper at the loss so close to my release.
"I'm sure you're right and we can trust Mercedes, so I'm cool with that, and that's not a puppy/master thing anyway. But you put your proper collar on without me telling you to, so consider this your punishment," and with that he walks off and leaves me panting in the kitchen. At the door he turns around, "Don't be too long before you come to bed babe, and I know you're such a good boy that you wont jerk off, you'll take your punishment and be all hard and wanting wont you?"
I drop to my knees, "Yes master. I'm sorry master." Once we both realised just how much I enjoy being spanked he stopped punishing me that way, he's had to get inventive to find new punishments for me, and this isn't the first time he's left me like this. It'll be uncomfortable to shower and then to go to bed this hard, which is the point.
"Good, I'll see you in the bedroom real soon, and if you're a very good boy tomorrow maybe I'll be nice to you and let you come."
He walks away and I groan to myself, he'll have all tomorrow to think about it, to decide how and what he's going to do me, and so will I. Groaning again I struggle to my feet my knees wobbly from desire and begin getting ready for bed.
A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.
I've always wanted to use the word "paraphernalia".