The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Forty-Five
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.
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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"Oh, my god!" Mercedes turned on the spot as she stared up at the ceiling of their suite.
They were in the Royale, a magnificent three-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bathroom suite in a private area of the hotel overlooking one of the most prized views in Manhattan: Fifth Avenue and the legendary Pulitzer Fountain.
The rich decorative style of the rooms with its opulent textiles and superb furnishings looked as if it came right out of the royal court of Louis XV. She stared at the doors opening from a central vestibule that apparently led to the suite's formal entertainment room.
Kurt laughed aloud when he ventured to one of the doors, peered in and saw an exquisitely designed living room featuring a grand piano; another door revealed a luxurious dining room which apparently could seat up to 12 people, and yet another revealed a library stocked with what appeared to be old and valuable classics.
"Wow," he breathed as she joined him, both of them looking about like babes in Toyland. "This is… oh my god, there are no words!"
Mercedes nodded even as a huge smile spread across her face. "Believe me, this wasn't on my bucket list but it should have been!"
Dave, who was on the phone with their very own butler, nodded towards the pantry, putting his hand over the speaker: "Check out the pantry, guys."
The two friends peered into the spacious area, taking in the state-of-the-art Viking appliances Kurt was sure could facilitate sophisticated entertaining. "Maybe it's for those very posh people who travel with their own personal chef, huh?"
Kurt took up a glossy brochure from one of the beautiful little tables inlaid with marble and read aloud from it. "Oooh, listen to this, 'Cedes: 'The Royale also offers an in-suite gymnasium with state-of-the-art fitness equipment, providing an additional measure of privacy for guests. The master bedroom, which overlooks Fifth Avenue, has a separate dressing room.'"
She came over to look over his shoulder, picking up the narrative: "'All three bedrooms have king-size beds and spacious private seating areas. Generously sized en-suite bathrooms are decorated with marble mosaic tile in a leaf-like pattern inspired by Central Park; the fixtures are all 24-carat gold-plated.'"
Kurt looked up at Dave who was still on the phone and blew him a kiss. Mercedes jogged his arm impatiently to bring his attention back to the brochure and then snatched it from his hands.
"I can't speak for you, boo, but I know I won't be staying again in anything like this anytime soon," she grinned maniacally as she stared at the photos of the very suite they were in. "It says that each of our bedrooms and the living room has sophisticated entertainment and communications technology including touch screens to control room environment and access an array of guest services. The large guest powder room is just off the foyer."
She put the brochure down and stared intently at Kurt. "Y'know, I think I'll just take this pretty little leaflet here back with me to Ohio. I have to have some proof I was here!"
She and Kurt laughed together and when Dave finally hung up and turned to them, they both began talking at once, forgetting that he'd probably stayed here before and that this was nothing new to him. He didn't enlighten them either way; he was just glad that they were enjoying themselves so much.
"So, David, where are Puck and the guys staying; it's only three bedrooms." Kurt made his way between the heaps of shopping bags and luggage and sat in his fiancé's lap. He nuzzled the larger man, craving the affection he'd missed out on during their crazy shopping spree.
Dave dropped a kiss onto his forehead before he answered. "Well, my parents bought a pied à terre here so Puck and Devon will have that – more privacy, and Ian will have the third bedroom. Satisfied?"
"A pied à terre?" Kurt lifted up to look at him curiously as did Mercedes who simply raised an eyebrow. "They have pied à terres at The Plaza?"
"Uh huh," Dave nodded. "It's almost like a timeshare and you own it and get to use it about 120 days a year. It's a pretty good idea and my parents loved it."
"Oh, wow, it's great to see how the moneyed folk live, eh, Kurt?" Mercedes giggled and then shook her head. "But what am I saying: you're one of the moneyed folk, too, boo!"
They chuckled and Dave realized they were getting a little punchy from fatigue. "Hey, babe," he nuzzled Kurt's head. "I think we should get our things settled in the bedrooms and maybe have a nap before a late supper. How does that sound?"
Kurt immediately yawned widely and then blushed as David chuckled beneath him. He straightened up and nodded down at the larger man, a smile on his face.
"I had a really great time today, sweetie. I think I woke up too early but I was just too excited about this trip."
Dave eased him to his feet and then looked over at Mercedes who was sprawled comfortably on one of the fabulous antique-looking couches. "What about you, Mercedes; think a nap is a good idea?"
She nodded with her eyes closed but had a smile on her face. "Mmmm, yes, but if you hadn't said anything I wouldn't have realized how tired I really was." She opened her eyes, stifled a yawn and then got up.
"Oh, but which bedroom should I choose?" The huge suite had a number of hallways along which doors were situated. She looked at the two men who just looked back at her, Kurt's eyes a little bleary.
"Just choose one that you like and put your things in it. Ian will take the other one then," Dave suggested and then nudged Kurt to move towards the master bedroom with the ornate double doors. The Royale suite took up one whole floor of the hotel and Kurt couldn't believe the size of it. He pushed open the white master bedroom doors which were trimmed in gold leaf and gasped at the magnificent space.
"Good lord, David, it's like a suite within a suite! I didn't know hotels like this existed," Kurt exclaimed as he walked in and stared down at the gorgeous Aubusson rug – a unique piece of exotic art in a floral design of ivory, black, green, mauve, brown, peach and light green. Kurt almost felt as if it were sacrilege to walk on something so beautiful and obviously hand-woven.
Dave hauled their luggage inside and set Kurt's on the padded bench at the foot of the massive bed. He put his luggage on the luggage stand and unzipped it. Kurt, reclining in the sitting area, yawned again as he stared at the bed. He would love to go over and stretch out on it but he was just too comfy to move. He simply watched David move around the awe-inspiring room and marveled again at his good fortune. Before he knew it, he had dozed off.
Dave continued to set out his things, moving around quietly and occasionally looking over at his poor exhausted lover. He smiled to himself as he decided to unpack for Kurt, removing his love's personal hygiene and skincare products and arranging them on the counter in the en suite. He felt a contentment that he knew he must never take for granted and when a gentle snore came from the vicinity of the couch, he chuckled to himself.
It felt really good to have a steady relationship where one's little quirks and foibles seemed interesting rather than irksome. He shook his head as he came and stood over Kurt's recumbent body and, making up his mind, lifted the sleeping man gently into his arms.
He settled him on the king-sized bed and covered him with a lovely woolly throw that had been laid at the foot of the bed. Watching him for a minute or two, he decided that he too could do with a nap and, after setting the alarm on his watch for 9 p.m., settled beside his lover. He'd arranged with the butler to serve their late supper at 10 so that would give them enough time to shower and refresh themselves.
He pulled Kurt into his arms and pressed several soft kisses to the smooth cheek. Kurt muttered something and rolled closer to Dave and the older man couldn't deny how his heart skipped a beat just watching his fiancé sleep.
Man, he berated himself, you sure are getting sappy in your old age. 'Yeah,' he answered himself as he yawned, 'whatever!' and allowed the hovering sleep to claim him.
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By 10:15, after having woken up and showered, the group sat down to an elegant late supper served by their butler, a man of middle years who could have come straight from a period piece from PBS. Even his upper crust accent seemed to fit the part and Kurt was tempted to ask if he'd ever worked for British aristocracy.
He and Mercedes kept exchanging mischievous little nods and winks as the man, splendid in a black suit with a starchy white shirt, cuffs and gloves, served them even though they could just as well have helped themselves. The way David simply took the man's service for granted though made the two friends settle down and turn their attentions to the Plaza's fabulous cuisine.
Dave had ordered something from the various menus that the hotel provided, not knowing but hoping that his friends (family, in his mind) would enjoy it all. On the sideboard in the formal dining room where they were sitting, there were bowls of three different handmade dumplings: Chinese Chicken and Ginger, Beef and Broccoli and Pork and Scallion, each with their own soy sauce, house-made plum sauce or orange sauce and scallions.
Kurt's face lit up at their taste, having told the Butler that he would try those first and smiled as Mercedes hummed at her first bite into her Grilled Lobster Salad served with new bay butter, mustard dressing, Bibb lettuce and a brioche.
The sideboard was almost groaning with the selection and Dave busied himself with his Mini Lamb Gyros consisting of sliced roasted lamb leg, tahini yogurt and a minted cucumber salad.
The others chowed down on tuna burgers served with sliced avocado and chili lime aioli, prime rib sliders with minced red onion and fontina fondu, crab salad rolls on toasted onion brioches with a New Bay aioli, scallion, baby romaine lettuce and tomato. If anyone still had room, there were also flatbreads they could top with spit-roasted chicken, Italian sausage, spicy lamb, crispy eggplant, fig, caramelized onion, aged provolone, figs and prosciutto as well as lamata olives, crème fraiche, arugula pesto and a baby spinach salad.
All that was laid out on a specially-printed menu just for David and he asked the Butler to pass on his compliments to the Plaza's world-famous chef whom David had met previously and quite liked.
The Butler retired to the pantry to do what he usually did, of which Kurt had no idea, but he and Mercedes giggled as they enjoyed the delicious food, the desultory conversation around the table light and happy.
Devon told them about the little sight-seeing trip Puck had taken them on and Ian replied that the only sights he saw were more bags with designer names than he'd ever cared to see. Kurt simply let the laughter wash over him and restrained himself from sticking his tongue out at them. He was in seventh heaven being in this fascinating city with his friends and his beloved David.
They put a serious dent into the wines David had selected and by the time 11:30 rolled around, everyone was feeling pretty mellow. They retired to the vast living room, enjoying the lights of the city through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and simply sat around, listening to some soothing, classical music and relaxing. The day had been a pretty busy one and several yawns were being stifled, no doubt induced also by the delicious repast.
The Butler came to let Dave know he was leaving and he reminded him to pass on his compliments on the food. He also set brunch for them all at 10:45 a.m. Kurt nodded in approval because there was no way he was going to be coherent before 10 o'clock.
When the Butler bade them goodnight and excused himself, Dave turned to Kurt, including Mercedes in his glance.
"Now, my young music lovers, can anyone guess where we're going tomorrow evening?" He grinned like a nut as the two friends goggled at him and then at each other before turning to him again.
Kurt calmed enough to quirk an eyebrow at his lover and announced: "Well, we are in New York so I would say … a show?"
Mercedes nodded enthusiastically, her hair bobbing back and forth. "Yes, boo, but what show; that's what I would like to know!"
Dave chuckled while Puck and the others exchanged amused glances. These artistic types were so excitable though he realized anyone who loved music would be fascinated by New York's world-renowned theatre life.
Now he shook his head mockingly at the wide-eyed duo waiting breathlessly on his answer. "Nope, I think I'll wait to tell you that tomorrow. I take it you both brought formal clothes on this trip?"
Kurt scoffed at him and rolled his eyes childishly. "Pfft, even if we didn't know we'd be taking in a show, we would still have brought formal attire; right, 'Cedes?"
His haughty tone made her chuckle at him but she agreed. "Yes, you never can tell even on a short, unplanned trip, y'know. So, yes, we'll be rocking our fineries tomorrow, don't worry."
"Yes," Kurt said with a little sniff. "We shall make you proud, Mr. Karofsky. You won't be ashamed with us fashionistas on your arm."
Dave and the others chuckled at them – well, not Ian, of course – and sat back again to just take in the ambiance of the city that never sleeps. To Kurt, London was lovely and he really loved living there but there was an energy, a drive to New York that thrilled him. Still, it was great to visit but he didn't think he'd want to live there.
Turning, he said as much to David whose face fell a bit as he listened to his love. Puck watched his friend's disappointed face but he knew Kurt hadn't realized what he'd said. He decided to help out the situation he saw was about to head towards a misunderstanding.
"Hey, Princess, I'm hurt!" He smirked as he watched Kurt turn his attention to him, Mercedes also eying him curiously.
"What are you on about now, Noah?" Kurt still hadn't realized that David had gone quiet; he simply lowered his eyebrows at Puck and waited for him to answer.
"It's just that one of Dave's favorite homes is right here in New York. It used to be his parents' and he wanted you to see it …" he broke off as Devon once again had to jab him to shut him up. "What?"
The low, soft tones of Tomaso Albinoni's adagio for organ/violin and strings in G minor seemed louder in the sudden quiet that had dropped into the middle of the room.
Dave, though, just smiled over at Puck; he knew what he was trying to do and he really appreciated it. However, he didn't want Kurt feeling as if he were obligated to want to live in New York simply because Dave had a house here.
"It's okay, really, guys. Kurt," he gazed into his lover's wide, blue-green eyes and smiled. "I was doing a little refurbishing to the house in the hope you'd want to spend part of the year there – after we're married. But, it's okay if you don't want to."
Kurt came over and, as usual, sat on David's lap, his arms going around the broad shoulders as he leaned back to stare into the hazel eyes. He absolutely adored David's face, but he had a very soft spot for the amber/gold eyes with their winged brows and now he traced one with a slender finger.
"David Karofsky – don't you know by now that I'd live in a shack if you were there?"
There was no sound but the music and the faint hum of the unremitting traffic far below as everyone held their breath, waiting for Dave's response to that declaration.
Mercedes felt her eyes prickle and looked over at Puck and Devon who were staring at each other. Ian looked pretty uncomfortable but he simply turned his gaze to the view of the cityscape. Mercedes noted absently that the soft yet passionate music was the perfect soundtrack to what was taking place before her.
Dave, gazing at his lover's glowing eyes, didn't say a word but pulled Kurt closer to him, nuzzling his nose into Kurt's neck. Kurt closed his eyes and smiled at the feel of the little kisses David was sneaking and then yelped at a sudden nip.
Mercedes couldn't help but burst into chuckles; these guys were something else, she thought as she watched the lovers snuggle as if there were no one else in the room. Finally she climbed to her feet, stretched and announced to all assembled: "Folks, I don't know about you but this girl needs her beauty rest!"
With that she bade them all good night and headed towards the bedroom she'd chosen earlier. The room was as gorgeous as the rest of the huge penthouse suite and as she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it to luxuriate just for a minute in its glorious ambiance. She felt like a princess in a castle and because she knew such luxury would never be hers, she was determined to enjoy every moment of her stay here.
Out in the living room, the others had followed her example and separated; Ian to his bedroom which, he was thankful for, was decorated in shades of blue from the iciest hue to navy. It was stunning and luxurious but the beauty was nearly lost on him but for the fact that the color of the drapery reminded him of Sam's eyes. He couldn't wait to get back to Ohio to see him; after that, he didn't know what he was going to do when he had to return to England. That, however, was a worry for another day and right now, he wanted only to sack out – which he did half an hour later.
Puck and Devon had headed down to the Karofsky's pied à terre after Dave had clapped him on the shoulder in mute appreciation for what he'd tried to do earlier. Devon watched the two 'macho' men and shook his head as he followed Puck out of the suite. His mom had not raised him to stifle his emotions and it wouldn't have been a big deal for him to just come out and say 'thank you' to someone. These guys, though, were positively chatty compared to Ian who was just the most reserved fellow Devon had ever met.
Now, as he and Puck entered the pied à terre, they immediately fell on each other, lips and hands battling for purchase. He groaned as Puck's tongue plunged over and over into his unresisting mouth, mimicking no doubt the actions soon to be indulged in by another part of his anatomy.
Puck had wanted the evening to be over much sooner as he'd had a raging hard on for his sexy, curly-haired lover from watching him lick his fingers at dinner. It was a habit that Puck had wished he would refrain from doing in public because he always reacted the same way.
Stripping each other rapidly, they flung themselves on the bed and soon Puck was sliding into the tight, hot welcoming body, his heart hammering as he pounded the moaning man beneath him.
Upstairs in the master bedroom of the penthouse suite, Dave and Kurt were lying facing each other, love-making the furthest thing from their minds. At this point, Kurt was running his hand down the hair on David's bare chest. As his fingers played with the hair, David's hand was smoothing Kurt's thick hair in a soothing pattern, a soft smile on his face. He knew Kurt wanted to talk about what Puck had said so he just waited for him to gather his thoughts.
Finally Kurt looked up, a faint glimmer of apology in his stunning eyes. "Sweetie, you know I didn't mean that I would never, ever live here, right?"
Dave grinned at his lover's anxious face. "Relax, babe, I get it. You were talking about when you used to be here before, I know."
Kurt nodded rapidly and leaned over to place a soft little peck on Dave's still-smiling lips. "Yes, exactly!"
"So," Dave said now as he leaned back against the pillows and gathered Kurt in to lay his head on his chest. He stroked the long, satin-covered back and then nudged him with his chin to look up. "Do you want to take a look at it tomorrow – uh, it's already tomorrow – I mean, like in the afternoon?"
Kurt's whole face lit up. "Yes, oh yes, sweetie, that's a great idea!"
Dave chuckled, watching as Kurt's head rose and fell from it, happy that things had not escalated into hurt feelings or drama. He never knew with his temperamental lover, sometimes, but it was part of his charm. Artistes were expected to be that way and when he'd given his heart away that first night he'd seen the beautiful boy on that stage, he knew his life would never be ordinary again.
"Okay, then, and we'll take Mercedes and Ian. I suspect Puck and Devon might have other plans."
Kurt nodded and then, a note of extreme curiosity in his voice, asked quietly: "David, how many properties do you own?" He didn't think he was being presumptuous in asking, after all, they were soon to be married and everything would be open and above board between them. Or at least they should be.
Dave groaned and looked up at the ceiling, a definite whine in his voice making him sound far younger than his 30-odd years. "I can't remember now, Kurt! Seriously, I'd have to go check because my dad was a maniac when it came to land and property."
Kurt grinned as he listened to his lover's reluctant explanation. He lifted his head but rested his chin on the warm chest as he spoke. "Oh, he was pretty old-school, huh? They believed that you can't go wrong with land. I agree – I have some property myself, y'know."
Dave nodded. "Yes, I think you mentioned last year that you owned an island like me. That's where you were headed when I 'appropriated' you."
Kurt raised a mock-indignant eyebrow at him, suppressing a grin. "'Appropriated' you say. You diva-napped me, you beast!"
Their laughter sounded through the huge room, the warmth and love evident to anyone if they'd been present.
Kurt climbed up onto the larger body and leaned down to place his lips against David's. He held his mouth there for a few seconds and then straightened up just as David was about to deepen the connection.
He smiled, a seductive gleam in his eye. "Hey, you haven't said anything about what we did…" and watched as faint colour rose up his lover's cheeks.
Dave stared back at his stunning lover, taking in the way the soft coral-colored fabric of his pajama top threw his hair and skin into relief. His hands came up of their own volition and eased the material off the pale shoulders to reveal his lover's beautiful body.
"You know I loved it, you little incubus," and grinned at the flush rising up Kurt's neck and into his face. "You loved me so good – we gotta do that again soon."
"Yeah," Kurt muttered as he rubbed his ass back and forth on Dave's groin. "But not tonight…"
Kurt ground his ass down on David's erection, his butt rubbing against the pajama-covered heat of him. It was every bit a turn on as if they were skin-to-skin so he continued, his eyelids heavy as he stared down at the already panting man beneath him.
Dave couldn't get over how beautiful, how sexy Kurt was even when he wasn't trying. At the back of his mind was the thought of what Kurt had been like in high school. However, that thought didn't get very far as his lover ground down particularly hard on him and he gasped.
His hands came up to grip the slender hips still hidden beneath the pajama top and he lifted his hips, making the tented material of the pajama bottom rub up on Kurt's taut ass. He smiled at the little groan that escaped the singer and did it again.
"David," Kurt panted. "Prep me," he ordered without moving from the spot, continuing his grinding motion and biting his plump pink lips.
Dave stretched to the bedside table within which he'd previously placed the requisite supplies, and grabbed the lube and two condoms. He saw the tiny pout on his lover's face but ignored him; he knew he wouldn't be in any mood to leave the bed after this session so Kurt would just have to deal.
He indicated that Kurt should lift up so he could ease his pajamas bottom down, giving him more room to slip his condom on and then pulled the singer back onto his lap properly. Kurt shuddered as David's hot hands fondled his leaking cock as he slipped the second condom onto it for him.
Kurt fell forward with both hands to the side of Dave's body as the man slipped three large, lube-covered fingers one after the other into his backside. Kurt didn't need too long a prep these days, thankfully, and soon Dave was positioning his condom-covered cock at the slick entrance.
"Do it, baby, fuck me good," Kurt groaned breathlessly, his eyes dark with lust as he stared down at his lover.
Dave took him at his word, his stomach clenching as he pushed up into the hot, slick channel and watched hungrily as Kurt's eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent cry.
When he was fully seated deep in Kurt's clenching ass, he grabbed the slender hips and held him immobile as he slid out and then lunged upward. Kurt cried aloud now, his voice going hoarse almost immediately as Dave fucked him fast and furiously.
The sides of the pajamas flapped back and forth as he rode David's cock and he groaned as he set his hands on the heaving chest below him.
The lovers leaned towards each other at the same time, their mouths finding each other and coming together greedily. Kurt grabbed David's head in both hands as he devoured the beloved mouth and then tore his head away to pant harshly.
"Yes, baby, do it, make it me feel it – ugh, for the rest of the day, oh yes!" Kurt didn't know where that was coming from – he just knew he couldn't seem to get enough of David fucking him. He cried out as one particularly rough move had the cock within him stabbing his prostate and the heat in his lower back built steadily.
Dave surged up, his hips a frantic motion as he neared his peak, and sat up suddenly, Kurt writhing in his lap and groaning in his ear.
"Kurt, oh baby, so hot, so good, I love you, love you…" and Kurt, throwing his head back and clenching his ass on the hot invader, spurted into the condom, calling Dave's name weakly.
"Oh, David, David… ughhhh!"
Dave fell right behind him, his balls tightening snug to his body as the semen boiled up out of him and into the ass flexing within his hands. Their cries mingled as they sated themselves in and on each other, sweaty foreheads coming together as they panted and sighed into each other's mouth.
"So beautiful…" Dave whispered as Kurt's head slipped to rest against him, his exhausted sighs puffing warm breath against the broad shoulder. "I love you so much."
Kurt raised his head to smile wearily down into the sleepy golden eyes. "I love you so much, sweetie," he whispered and then pressed a tender kiss on David's smiling mouth.
Dave slipped one hand beneath Kurt to grip his condom and helped ease his lover off of him. Kurt in his turn had grasped his own condom and, grimacing, slipped it carefully from himself. He tied it quickly and dropped it into the waste bin by the bed, slipping beneath the covers again as Dave disposed of his own condom.
Kurt yawned as he watched him settle down and then smiled. "That's a better idea than leaping from the bed to go get washcloths. You're right… okay, I admit it."
Dave simply chuckled and pulled him back into his arms again. "I like hearing that."
Kurt leaned back slightly to look at him. "What?"
"That you think I'm right," and laughed as Kurt slapped him playfully. "I suspect I won't hear that admission often."
Kurt settled himself on the beloved chest, his hand once again stroking the soft, dark hairs. "I'm a fair man; if you're right about something, I have no problem admitting it," and then yawned hugely.
"Yeah, yeah," Dave mocked him playfully. "Anyway, sleep now. We have a bit of sightseeing to do later and I want you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."
He grinned at the sleepy mutter coming from the vicinity of his chest and closed his eyes himself. Making love with his beautiful fiancé was at the top of his list of favorite things – and it gave him good sleep, too. And then he fell asleep with that same goofy smile still on his face.
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TBC
