The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twenty-Nine
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
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Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
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Julian returned to them three days later, the doctors having decided the trace amounts of the curare derivative to be harmless. The treatment had gone a very long way to neutralizing most of the toxic agent and Julian could recuperate for another four days at home. They stressed however that he had to take it easy because his heart had received a shock so he was to spend most of the time in bed.
Puck and Ian who had gone to collect him had assured the doctors that they would see to it that he followed all their instructions and took the meds they handed to Puck. One of the doctors commented that Julian was in such good physical condition that his recovery would be a lot faster than the average patient's, especially if he followed their orders.
It was a happy trio that returned to the house to find the others waiting for them. Kurt was a bit teary-eyed on seeing Julian step from the vehicle without aid. Dave slid his arm around his fiancé's waist, offering silent support and he was the first to shake Julian's hand and ask how he was feeling.
Naturally the fair-skinned Brit blushed to the roots of his blond hair at all the attention but assured all gathered that he was feeling a whole lot better. When they headed inside, Puck asked him if he wanted to go to his room where a tray would be brought to him but when Julian looked at the slightly disappointed pout on Kurt's face, he admitted he'd rather eat with the rest of them.
Lunch was a light-hearted affair and everyone made an effort to steer clear of the Emma subject. Puck spoke about his plans with regard to setting up his new company, news that the other team members hadn't known about. Kurt discussed his plans for the tea party in two days' time, waxing lyrical on the catering that would be provided by the St. James's Restaurant arm of Fortnum and Mason.
Carole declared her mouth was watering just at the thought of the delicious little tea cakes and pastries that she had always heard about. She had a particular weakness for macaroons, she announced, and everyone knew of Kurt's love affair with chocolate.
Dave chuckled at the blush covering his lover's face as they both recalled the incident at Claridge's and one look at Carole's face showed she remembered too. The others who hadn't been there were told they didn't want to know so they could spare Kurt's blushes.
Continuing the conversation about upcoming plans, Dave announced that he and Kurt would be returning to America with Carole and Burt for a long-awaited vacation. Puck nodded as he'd had a feeling that Dave was anxious to get Kurt away for a change of scenery. Carole and Burt were both pleased; Carole had said several times before that it was a pity Kurt was missing out on seeing his nephews grow up.
The conversation continued in this vein for a while when Kurt, glancing over at an unusually pale and tired-looking Julian, suddenly suggested that maybe the agent ought to be recovering somewhere warmer. When Dave raised an eyebrow at him, he elaborated.
"I think it would be great if Julian could recuperate on the island. Maybe Mama Affleck could fatten him up a bit." Kurt smirked at David, tamping down the urge to peck the man on his surprised lips. Dave looked thoughtful for a minute and then turned to Julian.
"Well, would you like to rest up for a bit in the Caribbean?" He had no problems with the agent being pampered on his estate in the tropics. The man had risked his life to protect Kurt and that had earned Dave's undying gratitude.
Knowing that he was flushing again, Julian smiled at the others staring at him and nodded. "I think that would be a wonderful break. Thank you." Though he addressed Dave, his eyes rested on Kurt with a warmth that, had he realized was so evident, would have totally embarrassed him.
"Well, then, Puck, you can make arrangements and maybe Xavier could go with him. How about it?" Dave looked over at the dark-skinned agent who'd been mostly silent.
Xavier, savoring the last of the delicious coffee, looked up in surprise and then suddenly blurted out, "Yah, mon!" The poor attempt at a Jamaican accent completely blew them away and laughter roared around the dining table.
Kurt looked happily at the people around the table, realizing that, although only one of them shared his blood, they were all his family. That little twinge of regret that had returned at Carole's words suddenly dissipated. They might be an unconventional grouping but he truly felt family was what you made it.
He was looking forward to the trip back to Ohio but he was also going to miss these folks here, including Mrs. L and Eddy. He knew without a doubt that when he was in Ohio he would be looking forward, too, to returning to England and this house, his and David's first home together. Our home; he liked the sound of that and as he watched the others bantering and teasing each other, he knew he really was home.
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The rest of the week went by fast and before you knew it, Kurt was entertaining his staff, to their slight discomfort, in the family room of his home. He tried his best to put everyone at ease and, due to his bright, happy countenance and musical laughter, he succeeded.
His stepmom was ensconced on one of the smaller sofas listening raptly to Eddy expound on her many years in service and the different folk she had worked for. Carole knew she would have lots of fascinating stuff to tell Burt and the others back home and she settled down with her cocktail plate full of hors d'oeuvres. She was having fun and, after looking around, she was happy to know the others were, too.
Dave wasn't certain what was protocol in Britain with regard to partying with one's staff but anything Kurt wanted he would bend over backwards to accommodate. Therefore he found himself standing over by one of the French windows listening to their gardener go on and on about the vicissitudes of gardening in this modern age. Dave nodded politely and even managed to chuckle every now and then but, all in all, he was enjoying himself. He looked around for his generous lover and spotted him over by the fireplace, pointing to his mom's picture and saying something to Mrs. L.
Kurt looked up at the same time and their eyes met, love flowing so easily between them that it was clear for everyone to see. Kurt smiled back at David, his heart full of gratitude for the man who had made this home a gift, a treasure Kurt would always cherish.
Burt watched the interaction between the two men even as he had one ear tuned to an argument between Kurt's staff chauffeur and Ian, the dour agent egging the other man on about some stupid auto programme on TV that the man seemed fond of. Burt was more than pleased that Kurt seemed to have surrounded himself with people who had become like family to him. He'd worried over the years that his beautiful son would fall in with the wrong sort, people who'd use him for his beauty and talent and leave him jaded.
He smiled quietly to himself as he watched Kurt stroll around the room, making sure everyone had a filled plate or glass. He had had the option of hiring a wait staff from the same company that provided the delicious food but he'd felt, to preserve the family atmosphere, that they would set up a buffet and everyone would just dig in and help themselves. It worked because they all seemed fairly comfortable while they indulged.
Kurt sauntered up to David, his eyes admiring the ivory silk turtleneck top and the snug dark jeans that his fiancé had decided to wear. It was just the right touch of elegant and casual, just as Kurt's soft, nubby sweater from Carole and his white jeans and boots conveyed. As he came up to Dave, the larger man couldn't help but admire how the colors of the sweater brought out Kurt's gorgeous aquamarine eyes. It almost reminded him of last summer back on the island when they had met in such inauspicious way. Now he slid one long arm around his lover's slender waist and tugged him into his side.
He leaned down to whisper seductively in Kurt's ear: "Delicious enough to eat – which I plan to do later," and released him quickly. He surveyed the charming blush that spread across Kurt's cheeks, knowing that anyone who happened to be watching would be able to figure out what was happening and not giving a damn. His lover was one of the sexiest men he'd ever met and he would never apologize for loving that about him.
Kurt's eyes sparkled up at him from his flushed face and his lips curved in a serene smile. "I will hold you to that promise, sir," he said, flirting outrageously as he licked his lips delicately. Dave burst into small chuckles, loving how quickly Kurt fell in with whatever mood Dave was in. The two men continued to chat quietly, almost oblivious to the fact that they were the center of several pairs of eyes. They were beginning to get used to it, Dave believing it was because Kurt always seemed to be glowing.
One of the young maids, Babs, she'd said her name was, leaned over to a reclining and still-pale Julian. "Y'know, I hope someone will look at me like that one day."
Julian raised a fair eyebrow at her but, even without turning his head, he knew what she was referring to and could only nod. "Yes, they're rather obvious, aren't they?"
The girl looked at him, mildly surprised at the odd tone in his voice. "What, you don't approve of two_?"
He waved a languid hand to stop her even as he shook his head slightly. "No, it's not that. I am gay, after all." He watched as her eyes widened and a rueful look appeared on her face. "What?"
She chuckled before replying. "Oh gosh, how cliché is that?" When he started to frown she shook her head and continued. "No, no, I mean about what they say, all the 'hot ones are either gay or married', something like that."
Faint color flushed Julian's cheeks and he turned his head to gaze across the room at Kurt and Dave. He didn't know about 'all', but right now he would have settled for one almost-married gay man to look at him with such a deep passion. His lips twisted slightly as once again he berated himself for wanting what he could never have. He turned back to the young girl who had continued nibbling her cream cake, and smiled kindly at her.
"Don't worry, there are lots of straight blokes out there who'd be interested, I'm sure." His kind eyes looked at her reassuringly.
They continued chatting desultorily for a while until Julian's energy started to wane, his skin growing even paler than usual. Puck, who had been keeping an eye on him from where he was now standing with a radiant Devon who was resplendent in a champagne-colored sweater that threw his auburn curls into prominence, walked over and sat beside the recuperating agent.
"Ready for a nap, old man?" He smirked kindly at the proud man, not wanting to draw attention to him but needing to see that he was okay. When Julian simply nodded, Puck looked around for Kurt, nodded at Julian and then tilted his head to indicate they would leave for a bit. Kurt nodded back with a little smile and turned back to David before leaving his side.
Puck accompanied Julian to his room, Kurt walking quietly behind and they got the ailing man settled for the afternoon. Julian was happy for the respite; while the tea party had been nice – the food was fantastic – it was a little wearying having to make small talk when he simply needed to just rest.
Kurt watched him get settled on the bed and then laid a fringed shawl that had been at the foot of the bed across him. Julian looked up briefly to thank him but closed his eyes quickly. Having Kurt too close when he was well was hard enough; right now he was too weak to deal with his proximity.
"Is there anything you'll need? I can get one of the girls to bring it or even Mrs. L; she wouldn't mind." Kurt noticed the water pitcher and glass already within easy reach but moved away when Julian said he was good. "Okay, we'll leave you to rest; use the intercom if you absolutely need anything, okay? Don't get up for it, or I won't be happy!"
Julian's eyes widened at the ferocity in Kurt's voice and he glanced over, slightly taken aback, at a smirking Puck.
"He means it, so use the intercom. Come on, tiger, let's leave the man to his rest," and laughed out loud as Kurt slapped his arm before stalking past him out the door. Puck leaned back to wink at Julian, mouthing "diva!" and left, closing the door gently.
Later, as Kurt, David and Puck cleared up the family room, making numerous trips to the kitchen, they reflected on how great it had been to have the little get-together without the added tension of the Smythe-Heffley situation.
At one point, Kurt asked David if they'd have to testify or something, because he wasn't certain how the legal proceedings were in England. Dave assured him that he had lawyers that were capable of handling things and keeping them informed while they were on vacation in America. They would simply fly back if they were needed in court, but he assured his love that everything should go smoothly. There was no way they wouldn't throw the book at her; it would be a blessing in her case because she needed professional help.
After clearing up as much as they could for the moment, they relaxed in the family room, joining Burt and Carole who'd started up a game of Scrabble and were squabbling, as usual, over certain two-letter words. Kurt was certain his dad had tried to slip something by Carole but his stepmom was sharp; hey, she'd had to raise Finn pretty much by herself so she was no pushover.
Kurt watched them for a while, a relaxed and happy expression wreathing his face while Dave and Puck continued discussing the changeover from Puck being his security chief to being his security contractor. Puck knew lawyers, a breed he couldn't stand most of the time, would have to be brought in to draw up the requisite documents but it would all be worth it if he could sort things out quickly.
His eyes roamed over to where Ian, Xavier and a chuckling Devon, flushed and maybe a little tipsy from the champagne, were trying to play pool. He was unaware that his eyes softened when he looked at the young curly-haired agent but Dave recognized that look; he suspected it had set up permanent residence on his own face whenever Kurt was in the room.
"So, how do you plan to do this, staff-wise," Dave asked curiously, bringing Puck's attention back to the subject of his new company. "And what are you going to call it, anyway?"
"You know, I've been thinking about the name since you sprang this on me," he grinned at Dave, his eyes sparkling, and then he got serious. "I dreamt I saw my Nana the other night – wait, you know I'm Jewish, right?" At Dave's nod he continued. "Well, in the dream I'd just got back from temple and I spoke to her and she just started singing an old hymn. Since that, it's been stuck in my head."
Dave nodded slowly, curiosity bright on his face. "And from that you got the name? It's a religious thing?"
"Yes, I'm going to name the company Avinu Security." He shrugged. "Hey, I'm the first to admit I am superstitious. The name came to me in a dream, so I'll go with it."
Dave nodded, liking the sound of the name though he didn't know what it meant. He said as much to Puck who just shook his head and chuckled. "It's pretty simple; 'Avinu' means 'Our Father'. Actually, it's a part of a phrase in a really ancient prayer or hymn. 'Avinu Malkeinu' really means 'Our Father, Our King'."
He smiled at the frankly puzzled look on Dave's smile. "Yeah, kind of a funny name for a security firm, huh?" He was startled when Kurt came over and perched on David's lap, the singer looking at him intensely.
"Noah, I think that's a great name! I'm by no means religious myself but I understand why so many people are. Your company name would actually be indicating that you have 'divine protection'. That would mean the ultimate form of security then, right?"
The other two men looked at him in mild astonishment. Dave was the first to recover, squeezing Kurt's waist and planting a soft kiss on the smooth cheek.
"You're not only lovely to look at but quite smart as well," earning himself an outraged gasp and a pinch from his younger lover. The others in the room broke up laughing as they watched the two tussle on the couch.
Carole nodded at Puck, having heard a part of what they'd been discussing. "I think it's also a wonderful way to honor your Nana, Puck. Is she still with us?"
Puck nodded, "Yes, ma'am, and as feisty as ever at 93. I hope to get a chance to go visit her as soon as I get things set up here." He risked a quick glance over at Devon who was pretending not to be listening to the other folks' conversation.
"As soon as everything's set, I plan to leave Ian in charge for a bit and take time to reconnect. It's been a while."
Everyone nodded at the familiar sentiment; staying connected to family was what made everything else worthwhile. Kurt relaxed against Dave as he thought about not having been back home in quite a while. They were going to remedy this next week, though, and thinking about that he suddenly realized something.
"Carole!" He chuckled as the woman jumped, startled by the sudden sound of her name being called. "We're leaving in a week; we have shopping to do, woman!"
The others chuckled as they watched the singer bounce out of Dave's lap, who hoped his wince went unnoticed. Kurt flung himself in the seat nearest to his stepmom and proceeded to distract her from her game with his dad, reminding the man when he grumbled that he was losing anyway.
The atmosphere was relaxed and happy as the afternoon turned to evening, the early winter dark making the hour seem later than it was. This first week of the new year had started out so badly but now, happily, things seemed to be settling down to a normal routine and Dave was grateful for the chance to just relax with friends and family. He crossed his fingers that there would be no hitches with regard to the Smythe-Heffley case; he couldn't stand it if she wriggled out of this because it would probably mean they would be under siege again.
As he watched Kurt and Carole with their heads together and happily planning on spending a lot of money on gifts to take to Ohio, Dave told himself that no matter what happened, at least they would face it together. Nothing could come between them, he knew that; they had weathered the bad, now he was looking forward to only the good.
He turned back to Puck and the two men continued chatting, putting plans in place and discussing arrangements for the trip to Ohio. Dave was looking forward to meeting the rest of Kurt's family but if Carole was anything to go by, and even Burt, he didn't have anything to fret about. Everything would be fine, no, great. It might sound a little naïve to many who knew the ruthless businessman façade he wore so easily but, in his mind, family was family and always stuck together. No matter what.
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"Oh, my goodness, Kurt, I think I'm getting too old for shopping!" Carole fanned her face as she blew a strand of hair off of her forehead. Kurt smiled indulgently, knowing that she only needed to catch a second wind and then she'd be good to go.
As he thought about the amount of stuff they had accumulated between them, he smiled at the thought of getting to fly in a private jet all the way to America. Wow, he thought, how the other half lives! He giggled before taking a sip of his cold coffee drink. Mmmm, glad Starbucks is still around, he gloated, though maybe I should have gone with hot chocolate. He surveyed the plate of pastries but decided that since he hadn't worked out in over a week, he would pass on that much-loved indulgence.
Carole sipped her drink and then looked at Kurt, a happy gleam in her eye. "I can't wait for Rachel to see what we got her. Come to think of it, the boys are going to absolutely love your toy!"
"Finn, too, if he's still the overgrown kid that I recall," Kurt smirked, thinking about his stepbrother with an air of faint fondness. They hadn't been all that close, Finn being a bit older when his mom had married Kurt's dad. His wife, Rachel, however, had been in Kurt's year at school; in fact, she had always been his rival for parts in school plays and musicals, having the same vocal range.
When Kurt had gone on to Juilliard, though, Rachel had opted to go to the state college with an eye toward eventually teaching music and theatre. Kurt suspected that her decision was mostly informed by a desire to keep an eye on Finn who hadn't had a sterling record in the area of fidelity.
Now, as he thought of his big, handsome stepbrother, he felt a slight frisson of unease when he remembered some of Finn's vaguely homophobic remarks over the years. That, more than anything else, had led to Kurt not spending as much time as he would have liked in visits to the old home town. Ah well, he thought resignedly, let's hope some people have managed to outgrow their small-town mentality.
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That night as they got ready for bed, Dave noticed Kurt's unusual quietness. As usual, he was in bed before Kurt but enjoying the night-time show Kurt put on with his skin-care regimen. It never failed to arouse Dave, watching avidly as Kurt smoothed cream into the skin of his long, beautifully-shaped legs. The arousal was a slow, low burn in Dave's belly and on the nights when they didn't get up to anything in the shower, he would lie in bed, stroking his cock and watch Kurt. When Kurt eventually joined him was when the pay-off would happen; heart-stopping orgasms that left both men clinging to and writhing against each other.
Now, though, he took in Kurt's thoughtful reflection and couldn't hold back his concern. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Why so quiet?"
"Hmmm?" Kurt glanced up from rubbing the cream into his thigh. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I was just thinking about seeing Finn and his family again."
"You're not worried about him, are you? I thought you guys got along?" Dave's curiosity was really piqued now. He sat farther up against the pillows, the incipient arousal dying down slightly.
Kurt shook his head but smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess we got along okay, eventually. It's just that I remembered how he was when our parents met. He was a real jock, I gathered, with the typical small-town mentality – vaguely homophobic but not really vicious."
David looked puzzled at the tone he heard in Kurt's voice; he had been a jock and so had Puck. "So, in your mind, being a jock's a bad thing?"
Kurt spun around on the stool, raising one eyebrow at his fiancé. "It is, if you use your size and power to intimidate the less popular kids!"
"Oh, I guess, yeah, I see. I kinda forgot all that high school bullshit." Dave smiled faintly, a faraway look in his hazel eyes. "Yeah, I remember there used to be a lot of crap going down sometimes but I never really got into that stuff."
Kurt continued to stare at him with a slightly skeptical look. "Really?"
Dave looked faintly scandalized at Kurt's obvious disbelief. "It's true, ask Puck! I had way too much going on in my life to get into that shit, seriously!"
Kurt came over to him, climbing onto the huge bed and straddling his puffed up lover. He pressed his soft lips against David's and hummed softly. Gradually, Dave relaxed under Kurt's tender ministrations and he finally smiled, looking up at his gorgeous lover.
"I guess the fates rewarded me for not being one of those narrow-minded jocks, huh?"
Kurt stared down at him, puzzled. Dave smiled back smugly. "I got you, didn't I? The best prize ever."
After that there was no more chatter though there were lots of sounds. Kurt did everything in his considerable power to show Dave what a grown-up reward was like.
Dave honestly felt as if he was having an out-of-body experience; just the way Kurt was riding him, squeezing him with those strong thighs; oh god, he was going to die, he knew it!
Kurt bit his lip as he stared into his lover's golden eyes, all his love and his passion there for Kurt to sink into. His breath caught as the sensations rocketed up into his body, his ass clenching around the meaty rod plunging up into him.
He leaned back even as he slammed down onto Dave's lap, knowing how he loved to watch Kurt's writhing hips and clenching stomach muscles. Kurt was pretty flexible, though right now his thigh muscles were burning like a bitch but he wouldn't stop, not until Dave exploded deep within him. He smiled as he watched the pained expression on his lover's face, knowing his lover was determined to make him come first. Their lovemaking often took on a competitive edge which Kurt absolutely loved.
"Uh, oh my god, Kurt, oh baby, oh yes, ride me, uh, you're so fucking hot," Dave kept up a continuous stream of hot, sexy words and Kurt moaned as his cock twitched, untouched in his effort to make David come first.
It seemed they were both going to lose, or win, whichever way you wanted to think about it because the heat building within them had to find a release. Sweat pooled on Dave's stomach and trickled down Kurt's back; their mouths were dry and their gaze locked onto each other as Kurt's movements sped up.
"David, baby, you feel so good inside me, oh honey, yes, yes…" Kurt moaned, his frantic movements causing Dave to grip his hips to keep him upright. Kurt cried out as one particularly hard slam pushed Dave's cock forcefully against his prostate. He shuddered and his eyes bore into Dave's pleadingly and Dave grabbed his lover's hot, hard cock, fisting it in a twisting movement he knew would drive Kurt crazy.
They cried out together, their voices mingling as suddenly Dave reared up, sliding both arms around Kurt's sweat-slick waist. Kurt groaned as the movement caused his cock to rub between their bodies.
"Oh, oh my god, oh jesus, David, sweetie, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yes, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Kurt's drawn out cries as he came finally pushed Dave over the edge and his hips stuttered frantically as his body tried to push up as hard, as deeply as he could into the hot, luscious channel of Kurt's ass. He didn't know if he was bruising his lover but he ground up into him, crying out Kurt's name as if he were dying.
"Uh, uh, uh, ohhh god, oh David, David, I love you, oh baby, mmmf," he moaned as he kissed Dave, his hips still writhing through the last of his orgasm. He felt wrung out and as limp as a noodle and was grateful for David's strong arms that still grasped him as if he couldn't imagine letting go.
"Oh, sweetie, Kurt, oh my god, we have to … ugh, mmmm, jesus, we have to slow down…" David sounded just as wiped as Kurt did and he looked down at his fiancé, wiping the sweat from David's brow before planting soft little kisses all over his face.
"I don't know if we can, baby, you fuck me soooo good," Kurt murmured as he placed a soft, wet kiss right in the middle of Dave's slightly parted lips. The older man's eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared up at his beautiful, wanton lover, a little smile starting to grow in his eyes as he smirked cynically.
"Too much of all this goodness and I'm going to be old before my time," he muttered, amused at the little pout on Kurt's puffy pink lips.
"I'm going to be supervising your diet from now for maximum stamina, darling," he panted softly as David's large hands continued to knead his ass cheeks even though he was still buried deep inside of Kurt. He circled his hips slowly, almost regretting the moment when Dave would slip out of him.
They had been having bareback sex for a while now, something they had discussed and implemented only after they both had had exhaustive medical checkups. As young men they'd always practiced safe sex, since their first time so, for them, deciding to ditch the condoms was a relatively angst-free decision. In fact, it was still such a novelty that their lovemaking had been of notably shorter duration because skin-to-skin felt so different, more intense.
Now Kurt thought the only drawback to sex without a condom was how much more cleaning up there was to do. Still, the payoff was fantastic and he didn't think he would ever complain. In fact, he may have discovered another kink; after about the second or third time of doing it 'raw', according to David, Kurt had found he felt sexier, knowing that a part of his fiancé was inside him even after he'd withdrawn. He wondered sometimes if women ever felt that way, a smug, almost 'I know something you don't know' feeling.
Now Kurt hummed in contentment, a quiet little tune soon issuing from his relaxed throat. Dave marveled again at the beauty of Kurt's voice and as he did, he suddenly recalled something he'd been meaning to ask his lover.
"Sweetheart, I was wondering. Do you think you'd want to record another album soon?" He waited for Kurt to think about it, his hands wandering all over the silky expanse of his body. There was nothing about Kurt he didn't love and his body seemed to agree as his greedy cock twitched within Kurt's body.
Kurt shifted slightly, incidentally not helping Dave's returning situation, and squinted at his fiancé. "Maybe; why? Have you something in mind?"
Dave nodded as he planted a little kiss on the corner of Kurt's tempting mouth. Really, it wasn't fair that everything about this man turned him on so much, he pouted mentally. Oh, what were they saying again? Yes, the album.
"It's just that I think, while we're in the States, we can check out recording studios if you have a mind to record something new."
Kurt continued to squint at him suspiciously, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lush lips. "Why do I get the feeling there's a hidden agenda here, David? What aren't you telling me?"
Dave leaned back, playing up the smug, secretive smile he felt spreading across his own face. He lifted his chin in imitation of Kurt's usual haughty, diva expression and said snootily. "I rather think we shall find out when we get there, won't we…" and broke down laughing as Kurt began to giggle.
The two men snuggled a while before they separated, Kurt heading to the en suite to clean up before coming back with a warm washcloth to do the same to Dave. They then wrapped themselves in their thick, warm robes and headed out to their sitting room, Dave taking out a split of champagne from their mini bar.
They shared a glass or two as they snuggled in front of the fireplace, making plans for their trip to America and just basking in each other's presence. They were in love and, at this single, glorious moment, everything in their world of two was just perfect.
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TBC