AU – Set in the GBK verse, it takes up where GBK left off. It's now February of Senior Year.
Rated M only.
Warnings: Boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt, and more Plot (Plot smirks at the game over screen). Don't like don't read, though you should know if you like it by now or not. And reviews are always welcome.
I own nothing, literally.
Good Boy Kurt 2 – Kurt's Trials
Chapter Fifty-Four
Artie's parents have done their best to make sure that their son's disability doesn't hamper him around the house and even moved into a one story sprawling house for him.
But it's the add on in what should be a giant garden shed that makes Artie's the house of choice for the boys' gaming marathons.
It really does look like a normal garden shed, with windows in the roof, inside it's huge and a big screen dominates one end with various consoles and gadgets to play games. A big sound system and more rap CD's and numerous storage devices for the music Artie's downloaded than you could shake a damn big stick at.
A mountain of pillows and cushions have been stacked in one corner for people to grab and sit on, easier than chairs, though I know I'm going to be amused at watching some of the jocks getting up and down.
Fiddling with the electric equipment Artie looks up and smiles, "Hey guys you made it."
Dave whistles and says, "Dude I thought Kurt was exaggerating but this is awesome," and his comment makes Artie smile.
"Thanks, my dad built most of it, it's even sound proofed so I can play my games and music without upsetting the neighbours," he pushes his glasses up his nose.
"Kurt," David draws my name out with a pleading tone.
Sighing and acting put upon I nod, "Yes David when we are rich you too can have a room like this," It gets me a whoop and hug that lifts me off my feet and he makes Artie laugh with his antics.
Smoothing my clothes after his little display I leave him to talk games with Artie and go to the kitchen to grab drinks for us. Mrs Abrams is mass making a few platters of sandwiches, promising to come back to help I get David and Artie some sodas and drop them off to them.
"Thanks honey," my master slings his arm around my shoulders and cracks open the bottle. "Have you seen this new add on Artie's got his hands on?"
A shiny game is waved in front of my face and I make all the right noises then I escape to the kitchen. "Well Kurt are you looking forward to the big gaming day?" Mrs Abrams asks me.
I think my face must have given away my true feelings on the matter because she bursts into laughter, "Never mind, I'll ask my husband to rescue you part way through to go tinker with the car, it's not been running right since it was serviced and I'm convinced they've done something to it."
Finishing with the sandwiches we cover them over and pile them in the fridge for later. More boys have turned up while we were busy and I'm sent over with a tray of drinks.
"Kurt you didn't have to do that," Artie says as I dish drinks out, "You're a guest here too."
"It's no bother," I wave it off and all too soon the big shed is crowded with far too many jocks, though I notice with relief that none of them are Hyde.
Next time they decide to do some male bonding I'm going to be busy washing my hair or I'll fake an illness. They're so loud, and boisterous, they swear, they've put rap on and the beat is going to give me a headache by the end of the day. And with this many males around you'd think I'd be in heaven when it comes to how they smell, after all David is musky and sexy, but a group of boys just smells like socks, sweaty socks.
Finding a quiet corner to read the instruction manual of some first person shooter thing they're playing I try and memorise the controls. It's a knock out tournament, the last man standing from each round goes through to the final round or something.
My name's called and I'm handed the controller. Resisting the urge to wipe it first I go cross-legged and then we start. The screen's spilt into four and it takes a minute or two to get the hang of watching their screens as well as mine.
Practicing a few shots to see how to shoot I get a few catcalls about saving my ammo and then the hunt begins. I can see the appeal that draws David to hunt me down and I have to wiggle a little to hide the slight bulge I'm getting.
But the best bit is when I sneak up behind them and shoot them.
Groans issue from around the room as I take Jackson out and then I stand up and struggle to keep the smirk off of my face as I hand the controller over to the next guy to play.
Sitting next to Mike who's also won his first round I keep quiet and let the guys yell advice, abuse and everything else at the players. "Good game you played," Mike congratulates me.
"Thank you," I smile at him, and suddenly I'm wondering about him and Tina, they're always so quiet and sweet but the way she handled my lead makes me stop for a second. "You did well too."
"Lucky shot," he shrugs.
My next round I'm up against David and Azimio who team up to hunt me and Strando down. I manage to strafe Azimio and then it becomes a game of cat and mouse with David who has this rocket launcher thingy. It's hard not to just give in to him but I'm starting to feel competitive and then I get him in my sights and pull the trigger.
Smugly I grin at him and say "Oops," into the silence that's fallen.
Laughing David shakes his head, "Yeah, whatever babe," he helps me to my feet, "Awesome shot honey," he congratulates me and the guys start talking again.
It means I'm in the final with Artie, Noah and Finn. It's a bloodbath of near misses, explosions and sheer confusion. Noah and Finn get into a knife fight and I cycle through my weapons and then blow the pair of them up.
"Princess you bitch!" Noah yells at me.
"DUDE!" Finn glares at me.
Smirking I go on the defensive as I narrowly escape from Artie until I zag instead of zigging and he gets me trapped. To a growing crescendo by the jocks he hangs it out then game over.
Thinking about it I probably should have just left it alone but I walk to a free space and then turn back to Noah, "Oh Noah?"
"What?" He grunts out sore at loosing.
"When are you bringing your amazing gaming skills out to play?" And I top it all off with a smirk and strut to the spot I've picked out.
I don't even see Finn as I pass him and he launches himself at me so we end up tussling on the floor, he calls me a brat and I call him a clumsy giant. It drags Noah in for revenge on me and Sam to help me out as two against one isn't fair.
We're all pulling our thumps, kicks and no one bites anyone, the name calling gets harder and we roll around the floor. I'm barely aware of jocks scattering out of our way and they seem confused as to whether they should be helping or cheering.
A big hand grabs me and I'm yanked out of the mass, "Let me go," I whine and then when I realise it's David I go limp and let him drag me away.
Without me in the bundle they break up and sit on the floor laughing, "Ahh poor Kurt," Finn taunts me, "You got benched bro," and I seethe at not being able to best my brother.
"Bring it on Finn," I taunt him back, "Wait until the next game."
"Behave," David growls and I instant hang my head and look up at him from under my eyelashes. Snorting at me David makes me go and sit next to him so he misses the three idiots sticking their tongues out at me.
Sulking I sit next to David and with all the jocks about I can't even go in for a hug. I don't rough house with my brothers often but occasionally it turns physical.
The next game is a racing game, one of Noah's favourites and I soon destroy my opponents. David has to whisper to me to not upset Noah further.
Head to head with Finn I smash him off the track and grind him into the dirt for good measure. So again it ends up with me verses Artie for my semi final and he blows me out of the water.
Settling by David I watch Artie soundly beat Noah.
Lunch rolls around and I help to fetch the sandwiches over where the jocks turn into locust and soon demolish what could have feed the nation for about two weeks in a matter of minutes. Huffing that I didn't get anything to eat I don't want to be a bother and then I discover that David got me some food and stuck it on his plate so I'm soon digging in too.
Another silly game involving swords is stuck on and this time I lose to Neil in my semi final, but he goes down to what is being called the 'awesome techo skilz' of Artie.
"Hey Kurt?" Mr Abrams sticks his head around the door. "Can I borrow you for a while?"
I covertly glance at David who nods and then I bounce to my feet, "Sure," all but skipping out of the room I follow him to the garage.
"So how's your gaming day going?" He smiles at me.
Rolling my eyes I paste a fake smile on, "It's awesome."
"Yes I got the order to come and rescue you earlier, hope you don't mind having a quick look at her. The place I normally use has a new mechanic and she's just not running right."
Half an hour later I'm sitting at their table writing out a list of what they'll need, the parts aren't expensive and if they go to my Dad's he won't over charge them on labour, plus I know all of Dad's employees and they can so this in their sleep.
"Well I recommend not taking her back there, that was a shockingly bad job, even Finn could never mess that up so horribly," I tell them, "Without tools that's all I could spot quickly for you, you mentioned the stickiness of the brakes so I'd get those checked out properly too."
"Thanks Kurt," Mr Abrams says looking gloomy, "I knew something was wrong I just didn't know what."
"Not everyone's lucky enough to have my Dad to teach them," I boast, "And it was my pleasure, believe me I'm happy to leave them to it for a little while, all day events with girls are far better and usually involve spas."
Mrs Abrams gives me some cakes to take over and I turn up to find them watching a guy film with lots of half naked women and explosions everywhere. The cake tray is raided and then the guys go back to the film.
Bored I go to sit near David and try to take an interest in the pointless plotline, the sluttiness of the characters who are so two dimensional they're out acted by the furniture, and then the big love scene which most the guys try and pretend they've done with their girls, Noah steals that area of expertise and then its back to explosions and a really dumb obvious ending.
Arguments break out over the next film and I'm glad the horror gets vetoed; I'm not that into slasher films. At last they pick another one and as they're paying attention to the screen I inch closer to David.
Intending to sit there innocently I'm surprised when he just puts his arm over my shoulder and moves me so I can snuggle into him. The film is as bad as the other one but they have cars in this one so that gives me something to watch.
Curled up with my master I forget I should move away when the film is over, David's arm tightens and I stay put, but only a few of the jocks glance at us the rest ignore the two gay guys cuddling.
It's getting late and then one of the younger jocks asks about the big game this upcoming Friday.
"We can do it," Finn says immediately. "We did it last year, and we're better, much better this year."
"Bro," Noah holds his fist up and they bump.
And of course that's the moment I notice the big split in the room, the broken power structure's still there. Finn and Sam lead one side with Noah backing them up. Azimio is still leading the other side but he's lost without David by his side, Strando and Jackson are trying to fill in the power vacuum but then my master is a very hard act to follow. And that leaves David who's staying out of it completely.
They all bounce back and forth trying to encourage each other, and if you study them you can see that they really aren't believing it, they think they're going to lose.
The only people in the room who have worked it out are David and Artie. A brilliant plan pops into my head and I decide to run with it, "So don't turn up if you're that worried about losing," I drop into the conversation.
Yelling erupts everywhere and I pretend to examine my very pretty nails, Finn and Sam with a bit of help from Azimio get them all to shut up and David's giving me a weird look so I verbally strike before he can order me to keep quiet. "No I mean it guys, we have the girls from Glee and Lauren was really effective last year, and Tina scored a touchdown, plus we have Blaine and Alistair," I give a small frown, "Though Blaine prefers to watch football rather than play it. That makes more than enough to play on Friday," turning to my master I ask him, "Are you going to play too?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he smiles.
"Good," I smile back and then wave a hand at the jocks that are standing there with their mouths open, "Okay you can go now."
Confused muttering starts up and no one knows what to do or say. Artie moves over to us, "I believe what he just told you is that pussies need not apply to the football team," that kicks them and they're getting angry, "Only those with a real pair of balls should bother to turn up to the game," ouch that one stung them reminding them of last year. Shrugging Artie looks relaxed, "After all you're looking at a cripple in a wheelchair who's currently dating two of the hottest cheerleaders, and neither of them have cheated on me or gone elsewhere for manly attention. Oh and I kicked all you're butts on every game we've played today," he carefully doesn't mention that the two girls in question are in love with each other. "And there's the girly gay kid who's never missed a goal kick in his life, who's snagged himself a very manly jock who clearly dotes on him, oh and said gay kid's an expert mechanic second only to his dad." Shooing the stunned jocks he says, "So yeah if you aren't up to it you can leave, we can handle it from here."
Tension builds in the room and it's broken by David laughing, "Oh god your faces, that was so fucking funny, the cripple and the girly gay kid just outsmarted you bunch of dicks."
Apparently insulting them was a good move on his part and my risky plan of going for their male egos is working as they puff themselves up and the day of gaming and watching things explode on screen has its desired effect, the guys leave as one team.
Staying behind to help clear up Artie waits until it's just us from Glee and David and then he says, "Kurt, please don't ever do that to me again, I thought I was going to pee my pants."
"Dude," Noah strolls over and they high five, "You realise you just called almost the entire football team pussies, to their faces."
"Yes, and that's why I almost peed my pants the first time, so please no more calling them names, I don't want them to remember they used to porta potty me on a regular basis," Artie says.
We give Mike a lift home and then we're home where I proceed to gloat, "David did you see? Did you see me winning on the games? I totally got everyone!"
"Babe you totally ruled," he picks me up dances me about the darkened house, "Saw you when you snuck up behind me and shot me, watch you frag your bros, saw you clean up on the racing and even with the swords. Plus we all heard how you were going to fix Mr A's car for him," I get kisses rained down on my face, "Best boyfriend ever."
A/N Sorry for any mistakes I've tried to catch them all but I'm only human.
