Notes: I forgot to mention that the story is set in Florida, in a fictional larger town on the west coast. Chapter 2 brings some smut, I hope you enjoy it :)
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Chapter 2 – The Ride
The guy navigated the motorcycle through the streets of the city with ease and grace. Kurt's shirt flapped against his back and he leaned a little closer to the guy who's name he didn't even know. Kurt enjoyed being on a motorcycle far more than he would have thought. That he was taken somewhere for sex made the experience even more thrilling. It felt like breaking some rule he shouldn't be breaking. An advice made by his dad a long time ago about not following strangers to unknown places. It was exciting, and Kurt had never felt more reckless. Maybe he should feel some level of apprehension but against better judgement he trusted this guy. Maybe he'd pay for that later…
When they hit the freeway, the guy accelerated and they sped by red taillight after red taillight on their way somewhere. Kurt held on as the speed increased, his arms wrapped tight around the stranger's waist and his chest pressed against his back. He wasn't exactly scared but holding on tight made him feel safer.
The guy's back was warm and strong, his waist slim and hard. Kurt imagined the well-defined muscles under the black t-shirt, because of course someone that hot had a six pack to match. Kurt was hard and his cock pressed against the stranger's ass. He didn't care if the guy felt it, he actually hoped he did. Hoped it turned him on.
Kurt could tell they were driving south because he had the ocean on his right side. The sun was setting, painting the sky peach, pink and purple. He didn't recognize the landscape though, as he rarely traveled south of the city, and couldn't tell where they were going.
After a while they left the freeway and followed a smaller road closer to the ocean. They took an exit that led them through a small forest on a gravel road and when they exited the forest the ocean was right there, miles of blue open water. The guy slowed down and stopped by an empty beach, hidden away from houses and roads and people.
When the engine stilled it became so quiet Kurt could hear the sounds of the beach - waves gently rocking against the shore and the squawks of seagulls. The view was like a painting, clusters of reeds on white sand and dark blue water set against the setting sun. It was beautiful and peaceful and not where Kurt thought they'd end up when he accepted this stranger's offer for a ride.
The guy parked the bike on a patch of grass and eased off it. He offered Kurt a helping hand to get off. Kurt took it, noticed how warm it was, and then dropped it when he had both feet on the ground. Even if he'd been pressed against this guy, his arms tight around his waist, the first skin contact felt charged. They both knew why they were there but that first contact sent electric sparks through Kurt. He wondered if the man in front of him felt it too, or if it was just Kurt. Kurt looked up at him. He looked as cool and calm as ever, and it was probably just Kurt.
"So…" the guy started when Kurt removed his helmet.
"So…" Kurt wasn't sure how'd they do this here, outdoors, with all that sand and no blanket.
The guy reached out his hand and ran it through Kurt's hair, ruffled it up a little bit. "That's better," he said. "The helmet flattened it."
"Oh." Kurt ran his hand self-consciously through his hair.
The guy laughed a little at Kurt's apparent embarrassment, his hazel eyes shining. Then he took a step closer, his eyes turning darker. He placed his hand on Kurt's belt, started to unbuckle it. "Is this okay, blue-eyes?"
Kurt swallowed. "Here?"
"Are you scared someone will see us?" the guy smirked.
"No, it's just…" Kurt's words died out.
"Just?"
"Nothing," Kurt said. He didn't really care about the sand or the location, not when this guy was resting his hand on his zipper, waiting for Kurt's permission. "This is fine."
"Good," the guy said and leaned in close to Kurt, his lips just by Kurt's ear. "I'm glad you decided to put yourself on the menu after all."
Kurt swallowed hard. Fuck this guy was sexy, his voice was husky and just above a whisper, and Kurt's cock swelled and pressed against the zipper. "Me, too. I'm glad you waited around for me."
"Couldn't let such beauty slip through my fingers." He leaned his head back so that they were eye to eye, dark hazel staring into ocean blue.
Kurt wet his lips with his tongue, a tingling, fluttering sensation spreading from his groin up his belly. His mind spun from the compliment. He leaned forward, wanted to know the taste of this guy, feel those lips that looked so soft and plump against his own, but the guy dropped to his knees and unzipped Kurt's pants, and Kurt was left without a kiss.
He looked up at Kurt. "Still okay?"
Kurt only nodded this time, unable to speak when he could feel the guy's breath on his cock. This was so much better than a kiss.
He pulled down Kurt's pants slowly, just enough to show Kurt's obvious bulge. Next, he placed his fingers inside the hem of Kurt's underwear and pulled them down too. Kurt's heart beat hard in his chest, his blood was soaring in his veins, what little was left because most had traveled to his midsection A fact that became undeniably clear when his cock was freed. It jutted out, hard and full.
Kurt leaned his bare ass against the motorcycle. The cool leather of the seat felt nice against his heated skin, but Kurt barely had time to reflect on that because just then a tongue teasingly licked up the underside of his cock.
"Fuck…" Kurt whined quietly. It felt good. Actually, more than good. Amazing was a better word for it.
The tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, licking gently into his slit and Kurt's breath hitched. Shit! The guy was only starting but Kurt was more aroused than he'd been in a very long time. Then again, he had been turned on since he got on the bike.
The guy sucked the tip into his mouth, licked it and tasted the pre-cum Kurt knew he was leaking. Kurt grabbed onto the seat with his hands, dug his fingertips into the leather and closed his eyes. The guy's tongue found just the right spots, the spots that made Kurt's balls tighten and his belly clench. And then lips moved slowly down his length.
"Wait." Kurt opened his eyes and looked down. He couldn't believe he was stopping him, but he had too.
The guy pulled off immediately, his eyes flickering up to meet Kurt's.
"Your name," Kurt said with a shaky, out of breath voice. "Tell me your name."
It had suddenly struck Kurt that he was about to get a blowjob by a nameless stranger and that just felt wrong and like it made this meeting dirty instead of pleasurable.
"My name?" There was something uncertain there, in both his voice and his eyes, or at least that was what Kurt thought he saw. It was kind of hard to tell in the twilight. "Devon," he answered then, with confidence, and Kurt just probably imagined the uncertainty.
"Devon," Kurt said, tasting the name. It was an unusual name but beautiful. "Okay, thanks."
"You still want this, blue-eyes?" Devon asked, blowing air teasingly on the sensitive skin of Kurt's cock.
Kurt shivered. "Yes, please, Devon."
This time Devon took Kurt's length fully into his mouth and sucked hard. Kurt closed his eyes again, wanted Devon's lips and tongue on his cock to be the only thing that filled his senses.
Sparks of pleasure shot up his body as Devon started to move his mouth up and down his erect cock. Pleasure that came out as whimpers and moans through Kurt's lips. Oh God, Devon was good at giving head, really good, possibly the best Kurt had received, and it was impossible to not make sounds. Kurt wasn't even ashamed of them.
The warmth from Devon's mouth around Kurt's cock together with his wicked, expert tongue had Kurt forgetting about anything but just those things. He moved his hands unconsciously into Devon's hair, ran his fingers through the thick curls and tugged a little. Devon seemed to like it. Small moans vibrated around Kurt's cock and Kurt was getting close faster than he wanted to.
Kurt breathed out in quick, short breaths that caught in his throat when Devon hollowed his cheeks for more contact. He bit his lip to make himself hold back and not shoot down Devon's throat so soon when it all felt so good. Kurt didn't want it to be over yet, but Devon was too good at what he was doing.
"Shit, I'm close," Kurt tried to warn, not sure if his words came out right or were understandable with all the other sounds leaving his mouth.
Devon slowed down his pace, sucking hard but slower. He moved his lips all the way to the tip, his tongue dipping into Kurt's slit, before sinking down around Kurt again. The pace drove Kurt crazy. It was just not enough and left him hanging right at the edge. Kurt tugged harder at Devon's hair and he thought he heard him groan a weak fuck and then Devon's mouth almost stilled which was the exact opposite of what Kurt was trying to achieve.
Kurt pushed forward into Devon's mouth. He was so close, Devon couldn't stop now. And thank God he didn't. Devon sucked hard and deliberate, his tongue sliding tight along the underside of Kurt's cock and it only took seconds for Kurt to be right there again.
Kurt moaned loudly. "I'm gonna come," he said and seconds later he did, right down Devon's throat, clutching to his hair. The orgasm, intense and all-consuming in all its beauty, was unlike any orgasm Kurt had experienced before. Devon was an expert in this field and Kurt's mind went blank for a second.
Devon sucked him through the orgasm, sucked until Kurt's grip around his hair loosened. Then he pulled off. Kurt's legs felt weak, his mind a dizzy, his gaze a little foggy.
Wow.
That was the only word Kurt's brain could come up with. Wow. Who was Devon and why hadn't Kurt met him before? If he'd known a blowjob could be that he wouldn't have bothered with all the other one night stands he'd had in his life.
Then he remembered, he should return the favor. He not only should, he wanted to. "Give me just a second and then I'll give you some attention, too."
"No need to," Devon answered.
Kurt opened his eyes and looked down. Devon was fidgeting with something down by his shoes. "But I want to, it's only fair." Kurt really wanted to know what Devon tasted like.
"You don't need to," Devon repeated, "it's already taken care of."
Kurt realized then that Devon had been wiping his hand clean on the grass. "Oh. Okay." He felt disappointed, not only because he wouldn't get to suck the hot stranger on the motorcycle, but also because he hadn't realized Devon was so turned on by giving Kurt head, he stroked himself to orgasm. It was so hot, and he would have liked to know when it happened.
A zipper was pulled up, and it wasn't Kurt's. Then Kurt's underwear and pants were pulled up. Finally, Devon stood up.
"Perhaps another time," Devon said and Kurt detected what he thought was a smile in his voice.
"Perhaps," Kurt teased. "If you're lucky."
"I believe I got lucky tonight, blue-eyes," Devon answered and it completely left Kurt speechless because it sounded like Devon really meant it.
Devon leaned in close, and Kurt's heart almost stopped. He wasn't sure why a kiss from Devon meant so much to him, why he wanted it so much, but he did. They'd shared an intimate moment and all Kurt had touched was his hair. It didn't seem fair, and it definitely wasn't enough. He held his breath waiting for Devon's lips to brush against his.
Instead, they brushed against his ear. "Let's go into the water."
"W-what?" Kurt stuttered.
"You heard me, come on. I think we both could need it."
"B-but I don't have any swimwear."
It might have been the most stupid thing Kurt had ever said in his life, but his brain still wasn't functioning properly after that orgasm. He was so sure about the kiss he craved and instead Devon wanted to go swimming?
Devon laughed. "I don't mind. I've already seen your most intimate parts, remember?" he smirked and raised an eyebrow. "And let me tell you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."
Kurt blushed. Now he felt stupid, too. He was thankful the dark hid his embarrassment. He really wasn't playing this as cool as he would have liked to.
"Please, Kurt."
It was the tone in his voice and the way Devon used his name instead of blue-eyes rather than the actual act of going naked into the water together with Devon that made Kurt nod and agree to his suggestion. There was something intimate in it, something almost desperate.
Devon undressed there by the motorcycle and Kurt did the same. When Devon ran across the beach into the water, Kurt followed. The sand was still warm from the sunny day and felt pleasant against Kurt's feet. The water was nice and cool against Kurt's heated skin. The temperature had dropped once the sun had set, but it was still a warm night and the water was perfect. Devon probably had no idea how right he was when he said Kurt needed this.
The orgasm had been intense. It had fogged Kurt's mind, but the water cleared it. Kurt had no regrets though, he wanted to be there with Devon.
When the water reached halfway up his thighs, Devon dove under the surface without a word. Kurt watched him disappear into the dark water and had to wait several long seconds before he resurfaced again several yards farther out. He stood with his back to Kurt, his face tilted towards the moon, and ran his fingers through his hair. Kurt felt out of place, wondering why he was asked to go into the water if Devon wanted to be alone. Yet he couldn't stop staring at Devon's silhouette. There was something mesmerizing about him, there had been since Kurt first saw him at the diner, but Kurt couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was.
The water reached Kurt's waist when Devon turned around and swam back to him. He stopped in front of Kurt and stood up. Water droplets glistened in the moonlight on his torso and Kurt followed some with his eyes as they trickled down his chest and stomach. He had been right before, on the motorcycle, Devon had abs that showed. Squares Kurt wanted to run his fingers across. His upper body was lean and firm, only muscles and skin and Kurt couldn't stop staring.
"You haven't dipped yourself," Devon commented.
"I've cooled down the parts that needed to be cooled down," Kurt answered with a knowing smile.
"Did I make you hot?" Devon teased, knowing of course that he had. His hand went under the water and reached for Kurt's cock. "Did you enjoy it?"
Kurt nodded. He liked Devon touching him again and he became semi-hard rather quickly. "The question is, did you enjoy it? I feel like I cheated you."
"Couldn't you tell? This," he said and squeezed Kurt's cock lightly, "was a treat for me."
"Really?"
"Really."
Kurt took a step forward and stepped into Devon's space, turned on again by imagining Devon on his knees, enjoying it. His chest almost touched Devon's, his face so close he could feel Devon's breath on his lips, and his heart beating so wildly he wondered if Devon could feel it. His hands landed on Devon's hips, touching his body for the first time.
"Can I kiss you?" Kurt asked, not wanting Devon to disappear again when he was desperate for a kiss.
"Ehm…" Devon's eyes flickered down and then back up, without meeting Kurt's. Kurt waited for him to answer. "Ehm… yeah, okay," Devon finally said.
Kurt didn't think too much about the hesitation, there could be a million reasons for it, some rule about not kissing guys he'd just picked up or whatever, but Kurt really, really was dying to kiss him right then and there. So instead of questioning he closed the final distance between them, his hands sliding up Devon's body, feeling the muscles under his skin. With one hand sliding up his neck and the other cupping his cheek, Kurt brushed his lips against Devon's in a featherlight kiss before pressing them firmer together. Devon parted his lips and Kurt did too. Their tongues connecting felt like electricity running through his body.
Then something changed. Devon was too eager, used too much tongue and the kiss became sloppy and wet with no finesse whatsoever. Devon was as bad at kissing as he was good at sucking cock.
Kurt pulled away, tried not to frown when he looked at Devon. "Slow down," he said gently. "There's no rush."
This time Devon was the one looking mortified. "Sorry," he mumbled without any of the confidence he had shown before.
"It's okay," Kurt said reassuringly. "Just follow my lead. Or maybe you don't want it?"
Devon ran his hands across Kurt's chest, touching him with sure hands. "I do. Want it," he said with a low voice. "I'm just not…" he trailed off, without finishing his sentence. His hands stilled and Kurt waited for him to continue. Instead, Devon leaned in and pressed his lips to Kurt's.
Kurt took the lead in the kiss. Devon absorbed everything Kurt did, repeated it back and slowly turned into a decent kisser. It was still a bit rough around the edges, the kiss, but so much better than the first. Their tongues swirled together in an even rhythm and it didn't feel like Devon was trying to eat him alive this time.
They were both a little out of breath when they pulled apart. Devon's eyes found Kurt's, dark hazel again, searching for confirmation.
"So much better," Kurt said and a shy smile spread across Devon's lips.
Devon turned around and dove into the water again. This time he didn't stay under for long and soon he returned to Kurt. "Come here," he said, took Kurt's hand in his and pulled him into the water. They swam out a little bit farther until the water reached their chest.
"Nice, right?" Devon asked.
Kurt nodded. "This whole night has been… well, nice is one way to describe it." Exciting, thrilling, hot, intense, insane were a couple of other words that came to mind.
Devon smiled at Kurt. "Good. I'd hate to be a disappointment," he winked.
Kurt chuckled. "Oh, no, disappointment is not a word I would use."
"And now you don't smell like fries anymore." Devon ran a hand through Kurt's wet hair. "That's also nice."
Kurt laughed. There was a connection between them, Kurt could feel it. Something special. It didn't feel like his other one-night stands. Those usually ended once both had gotten off or with someone sneaking out in the crack of dawn after they'd unintentionally fallen asleep. Unlike those Kurt didn't want this moment to be over, didn't want Devon to disappear quietly into the night. It didn't feel like Devon wanted it to end anytime soon either. He was just as flirty now, afterwards, as before at the diner.
Kurt wanted to kiss him again, touch more of his body, dive under the surface and trace his tongue along the lines of his abs. But maybe that was asking for too much? He wasn't sure what Devon wanted from him and he couldn't define what this night was, but that part of it was over. Then again, this could be his only chance because he doubted he would see Devon again after tonight...
"A penny for your thoughts."
Kurt looked up at him and saw a sight he'd had fantasies about for an unforeseeable future. Wet curls tangled on top of Devon's head, triangular eyebrows raised above those hazel eyes that so easily shifted in color, and the smile of a movie star. Yup, Kurt would definitely bring out that image again when he was alone in bed.
"I was thinking I was glad I decided to go with you," Kurt answered.
A smile a shade shy of mischievous spread across Devon's lips. "I knew you would be."
Kurt splashed some water on him, to rid him of his smugness.
"Oh, is that the way you want to play this," Devon smirked and then splashed water back at Kurt.
The goofed around in the water trying both to splash as much water on the other and avoiding getting splashed at. When Devon backed away towards land Kurt followed, not giving up that easily. Then Devon dove under the surface and Kurt couldn't see which way he swam. When he felt something brush against his feet, he screamed out loud and pulled his feet up. Logically he knew sharks didn't swim these waters, but his thoughts still went there.
It wasn't a shark, of course. Devon came up just in front of Kurt, the mischievous smile still there.
"Don't do that again," Kurt said, his heart still racing with adrenaline. "Shit, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"There's nothing to be scared of here," Devon said and gestured around the beach and the ocean. "There's only you and me here."
"But still, don't do that again."
Devon placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I promise." His eyes then dropped to Kurt's lips and Kurt's heart sped up for a different reason. He licked his lip and studied Devon's face to anticipate his next move, hoping it would be a kiss. But Devon's eyes dropped to his hands and next he traced his fingertips down Kurt's chest. Slow motions like he was mapping Kurt's skin and physique. Goosebumps prickled Kurt's skin.
"Wow, your heart is beating really hard." Blaine's hand had stopped just above Kurt's heart.
"You scared the shit out of me," Kurt offered as an explanation.
"And you're shivering," Devon continued when he felt the goosebumps. "Are you cold? Let's get out of the water."
Kurt wanted to stay in the water, stay in the moment and let Devon's hands continue their exploration, but found himself nodding instead. He was letting Devon take the lead, he had all night except for that kiss, and really, he was at Devon's mercy. He needed him to get home.
Only Kurt wasn't ready to go home, he didn't want this time with Devon to be over yet. But they were already doing overtime and he couldn't ask more of Devon. Maybe it was better to end it now. Go home and keep this night as a sweet memory. The last thing Kurt wanted to do was to beg for something Devon didn't want to.
"Let's sit on the beach and dry off," Devon suggested when they reached the shoreline. "You can borrow my t-shirt if you're cold."
There was suddenly a tentative hope fluttering against Kurt's ribs. Maybe the night wasn't over just yet…
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Notes: Comments are always welcome :)
