AN: Spoiler. This chapter is pretty much all smut! You have been warned.

Part II: Healing

"Are you mad at me?" Kurt knew he sounded pathetic when he asked the question. He just couldn't stand the silence in the truck any longer. They still had about twenty minutes to drive and he needed to get down to the bottom of Dave's coldness. "Besides me making you break your foot, that is."

"No," Dave said. He had turned his head sharply at Kurt's sudden question

"You're just… Pretty quiet," Kurt offered like it would help Dave open up. "I know we haven't spoken in a couple of years, but I thought we were… Okay, I guess."

"Sorry… I'm still processing the fact that you're here," Dave said genuinely. "I don't know why, but I thought you would go off to California and become an actor or something."

"With my alabaster skin?" Kurt pretended to be insulted. Dave chuckled at his comment. "No. I've always wanted to live in New York. Though fashion design wasn't my first choice, I think it was the right one. I do miss performing though. But there's always karaoke nights at the bar."

"You were always good at designing outfits and stuff though," Dave said quietly, as if afraid to tell Kurt this piece of information. "Like the Lady Gaga outfit. That was awesome."

Kurt had to turn his head briefly from the road to stare at Dave incredulously.

"If I remember correctly, you threw me into the dumpster for wearing that."

"Yeah, well… I was a dickhead." Dave was looking down, embarrassed, as he plucked at a string that was coming off his jeans.

"Yes… You were. Were being the keyword."

"I still regret it though. All of it." Dave confessed.

"I know," Kurt said echoing the words he once said to Dave in the hallway at McKinley.

"I almost felt bad moving here. Like I was running away from all I've done."

"Maybe that's all the more reason to. For both of us," Kurt said, resisting the urge to take Dave's hand that was resting on his lap.

"Yeah. Maybe. Doesn't change how I feel about it though."

"Maybe you're not ready to forgive yourself, but I already did years ago."

Dave could only nod as he turned his head to stare out the window as if Kurt's kindness was too much to bear.

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"Here we are," Kurt said, pulling into the parking garage. Once he found a spot he got out of the truck to help the wounded man. It oddly felt like they were on a date and he was holding the door open for Dave. Dave stepped out onto his good foot as Kurt leaned across him to reach his crutches. He noticed, after the fact, that he had to lean across Dave's lap to do so. He hoped Dave didn't notice him blushing in the dark garage.

"I could have gotten that," Dave said softly as Kurt stepped away, giving Dave more space to step out, a crutch under each arm.

"Sorry."

"S'fine," Dave said simply. "Lead the way."

Kurt nodded, shutting Dave's door. Though Dave implied that he would follow him, he stuck beside Dave, making sure he was steady due to the painkillers, which, by the sound of Dave's grimace, were already wearing off.

Once they reached the metal, sliding barn-style door. He pulled it open only to discover that the loft was empty.

"Huh," Kurt said looking around. He noticed that the truly stunning tree was placed in the corner of the large room, but it was undecorated and there was no sign of Rachel or Finn. And then he remembered.

"I forgot. Finn and Rachel said they were going to see that new Christmas movie when they got back."

"Is that the really heterosexual and predictable one?" Dave mused.

"Aren't they all?" They both laughed as Kurt slid the door shut behind them.

"Your place is pretty cool," Dave commented, looking at the multi-colored Christmas lights the three of them placed around all of the windows. Dave then hobbled over to the Christmas tree, looking up at it. "They picked a good one."

"I agree," said Kurt standing next to Dave, who was closer to his height while using the crutches. "Want to help me decorate it?"

"Umm…" Dave looked down at his inability to use both of his hands, "not sure how much help I will be…"

"No, you should sit down and rest. You can help me by taking the ornaments out of the box and putting hooks on them. Not all of them though. Rachel and Finn will kill me if I decorate the entire thing without them. But I don't see any harm in adding a little bit of holiday cheer."

"I agree," Dave said, repeating Kurt's statement from before. Dave had moved over to the couch and plopped onto it and Kurt handed him the box of ornaments.

"Here are the hooks," he said, holding the little plastic bag out to him as well. Dave took it, the tips of Dave's fingers grazing his palm.

"So," Dave said, clearing his throat. Kurt wondered if Dave's skin still tingled at the place where their hands touched. "Shouldn't you be spending the holidays with your boyfriend?" Kurt looked down at the wood floor as he waited for Dave to hand him one of the red, globe-like ornaments.

"Maybe," Kurt shrugged, taking the ornament from Dave by the hook, being careful not to touch him again, "If I had one."

"Oh, sorry," Dave said sounding not sorry at all as Kurt turned around.

"Don't be. I'd rather be alone on Christmas than with someone who cheated on me."

"Shit," Dave replied. Kurt could hear the apology laced in Dave's tone. "Kurt... I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Don't worry about it," Kurt said, turning back to face him. He wrapped his arms around himself in a self-soothing fashion. He couldn't help but wish they were Dave's instead.

"If it's any consolation. Anyone who would cheat on you is a fucking idiot."

"If anyone is the idiot it's me." Kurt walked slowly back to Dave. "I'm the one who allowed him to do it to me twice."

Kurt sat down next to Dave, playing with the hem of his sleeves.

"Can I tell you what I told him the first time I broke up with him?" Kurt asked shyly, staring into Dave's hazel eyes that sparkled from the lights on the windows. Kurt suddenly felt his heart pounding in his chest, knowing what he was about to reveal to Dave.

"I told him…" Kurt began slowly, carefully, hoping Dave would understand his meaning. "I've had temptations too. I just didn't act on them."

Kurt looked up at Dave and found that he was staring at him with more emotion than he had the entire evening.

"I was referring to…" Kurt swallowed this and said carefully without breaking eye contact. "Valentine's Day… And Scandal's And… You.."

The pieces seemed to be falling into place for Dave as he leaned back slightly to see Kurt better, searching for any signs that Kurt might be joking. He would find none.

Kurt looked down moistening his lips. It had been so long since he had been with someone, and Dave's hand was just a mere centimeter from his on the couch and he inhaled, just grazing the top of Dave's hand. And Dave snapped it away.

Kurt could only feel the disappointment for a moment before he understood why Dave withdrew from him, and it was because the hand-both of his hands- made to cup either side of Kurt's face as he kissed him.

Kurt's heart thudded in his chest, but not in the same way it once did in the locker room at McKinley. He felt weak and lightheaded, and had he been standing up his knees probably would have turned to jelly. It was hungry and sensual and every other feeling in between. Dave's thumb, rough from tending to the trees all day and wearing his work gloves brushed his jaw so tenderly, in complete opposition to the firm press of his lips, and the scrape of his stubble against his skin.

Kurt realized he didn't want this kiss to end. He gasped against Dave's lips, their noses and knees bumping against each other. He tilted his head upward as Dave captured his lower lip. Pulling him closer as his hand slid behind his neck, his fingers entwining in his hair. Kurt wrapped his arms around Dave's neck so they were chest to chest, despite their awkward sitting position on the couch. Kurt let his hand slide down Dave's chest, brushing down the side of his waist, which he realized was sensitive or even ticklish as Dave shuddered, and Kurt took the opportunity to explore Dave further, his tongue sliding against Dave's so softly but assuredly, until Kurt's hand settled on top of Dave's pants, where he could feel his hardening cock.

Dave stopped kissing Kurt and said with an out of breathy laugh, "You know this boot is going to make what you're trying to do difficult."

"Not if I ride you."

Dave's mind seemed to short circuit for a moment as he processed Kurt's words.

"Holy shit…" Dave breathed.

"Hang on a sec," Kurt said standing up. He grabbed his phone off the end table and turned away from Dave, typing out a text.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," Dave said. Kurt knew he was making fun of the fact that his boot would slow him down along with his unwillingness to abandon Kurt, so after he pressed send on the message he gave Dave a disapproving, but coy, look. He saw that Dave made himself comfortable on the couch, his injured leg stretched out and he had sunk rather bonelessly into the cushions. His eyes locked with Kurt's.

Kurt felt his phone buzz in his hand and saw the response to his question to both Finn and Rachel.

"Won't be home for a couple of hours. Finn wants to get a bite to eat."

"Thank God," Kurt said, turning back to Dave as he all but threw his phone onto the opposite end of the couch.

"Wha-" Before Dave could finish his question, Kurt was already straddling his lap, his hands cupping Dave's face as he initiated the kiss this time. He pressed his tongue at the seam of Dave's lips and he opened so willingly. He pulled Kurt flush against him as his hands wound around his waist so that his fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his pants and belt. He could feel Dave's cock even more in this position and he knew Dave had to feel his own hardness pressing against his stomach.

Kurt pulled away to catch his breath, his forehead bumping against Dave's.

"Needed to make sure we wouldn't be interrupted," Kurt said as he pulled his wool sweater over his head and began unbuttoning his clean, pressed olive green shirt starting at the top button of his collar, working his way down. Dave watched hungrily as Kurt revealed the dip of his throat between his clavicles to the furrow between his pecs and his smooth chest. He must not have been going fast enough for Dave's liking as Dave's bumped his hands away with his own, taking over to undo the last three buttons quickly, and slipped the fabric off of his shoulders, throwing it on the floor behind him.

Next, he unfastened Kurt's belt and fly before slipping his hands further into Kurt's pants, pulling him closer to grip his asscheeks.

Kurt resumed kissing Dave with a groan as Dave slipped his middle finger into the crease, and Kurt could feel it circling his tight hole. He pulled away from the kiss, his head falling back, realizing that Dave was gently pulling back on his strands of hair to expose his throat, making him that much harder as Dave's lips brushed his neck. Kurt's body was pressed again Dave's and he could feel the buttons and the scratch of the flannel against his skin. He pulled away, and Dave gave him a disappointed look.

"Off," Kurt said, undoing the first two buttons of Dave's shirt. Dave's eyes were unfocused but understood well enough, as he didn't let Kurt finish his work and instead, pulled the top over his head and threw it somewhere in the vicinity of Kurt's.

Kurt sighed, his hands sliding down the dark hair that dusted Dave's olive chest and stomach. And then he stood up, only to kneel on the floor in front of Dave. His hands practically trembled with excitement as he bit into his bottom lip. He slid his hands over Dave's knees to his lap. His hand slid over his cock this time and he could feel the length of it through Dave's jeans. Dave was watching with hooded eyes, resisting the urge to throw his head back. Kurt could feel the thrum of desire within him knowing that Dave would rather watch him.

Kurt swallowed thickly as he unbuttoned Dave's pants, his eyes never leaving the man's as he managed to hike his pants down enough to pull out his thick cock. He could hardly believe this was happening. Just two hours ago he was at a random tree farm with Finn and Rachel and now he was about to blow David Karofsky on his couch. Like some sort of early Christmas miracle. It was like Kurt's movements were not his own. Like he was the embodiment of his desire and nothing else mattered at that moment. He could barely register the fact that his lips were already wrapped around Dave's cock and the man's hand was on the back of his head, urging him on.

"Fuck," Dave said as Kurt lathed his tongue against the sensitive underside of Dave's cock. He withdrew, his lips brushing down the length before mouthing at the skin before taking one of the man's balls into his mouth. At that, Dave's head did fall back on the couch cushion as Kurt gently sucked and licked. Dave's mouth hung open as Kurt stroked him, his hand sliding over the wetness of his spit. His nose was full of Dave's scent.

"Kurt," Dave mumbled softly, Kurt felt Dave tug on his hair and Kurt realized he really could get enough of that. He wondered what it would be like if Dave was able to fuck him from behind, pulling on his hair as his cock slid in and out of him.

"C'mere," Dave said, and Kurt somehow managed to stand up, letting go of Dave. Dave pulled on Kurt's unbuttoned pants until they pooled around his ankles. Dave sat forward, his hand rubbing Kurt's cock through his briefs, a wet spot of precum already showing on the thin fabric.

Dave leaned forward, licking his cock through the fabric, tasting Kurt for the first time. It must not have been enough for Dave because he was pulling off Kurt's briefs too and Kurt stepped out of them. His cock was already stiff from having Dave in his mouth.

Dave's hand wrapped around Kurt's cock and he stroked him a few times before licking the moistened tip and took almost the entirety of his length into his mouth. Kurt couldn't help but jerk his hips as he gasped. Dave didn't seem to mind Kurt's cock hitting the back of his throat. Despite his watery hazel eyes that looked up at him, he stroked himself, loving every bit of Kurt that was presented to him. Kurt, breathing heavily, fucked Dave's mouth gently this time, reveling in the feel of the moist heat that encompassed him. Dave moaned around him, stroking his thighs. It was too much and Kurt had to pull away before he came down Dave's throat, ending something so good too soon.

Kurt wished he could take Dave's pants off completely, but he wanted to get off and it would be too difficult to remove the boot first, and the last thing Kurt wanted to do was hurt Dave anymore than he already did. He could make do.

"Condom?" Kurt asked, despite having some in his room. Though he doubted any would fit Dave. Dave reached into his back pocket and pulled out his entire wallet and tossed it at Kurt. Kurt, momentarily distracted by Dave who was stroking his cock, taking in Kurt's lithe, naked body standing before him. Kurt's inhaled, not realizing his breath had been taken away. He tore his eyes away to rifle through Dave's wallet and found one of two condoms amongst his couple of twenty-dollar bills, debit card, and ID.

Kurt tossed the wallet onto the couch next to Dave and his cell phone, having found his prize. He knelt once more, tearing the wrapper open as he rolled the condom onto Dave's cock.

"Be right back. Lube," Kurt said before all but running to the other side of the room to his cordoned off bedroom. Kurt could hear Dave chuckle as he dug into the drawer, pulling a bottle of the clear liquid out and

He stood up once more, suddenly nervous at the thought of all of that inside him, but Dave gently took his waist, coaxing him back into his lap but not before rubbing his thumbs over the dip at his torso, licking his lips.

Once Kurt was on Dave's lap, Dave took the bottle from his hand and flicked open the lid, pouring some into his fingers which he brought to Kurt's asshole. He wasted no time as he pressed inside.

Kurt's mouth fell open at the delicious sensation of Dave coaxing him open. He knew Dave was watching his every reaction and it turned him on even more. Kurt moaned, rocking back onto his fingers as Dave slid in and out, fucking him with two thick fingers as he stroked Kurt's cock that was resting on Dave's stomach.

"Fuck," Dave hissed, looking like he was ready to fall apart from just watching Kurt's ecstasy. Kurt opened his eyes, looking for the lube. He found it next to Dave and picked it up, dribbling some into his hand and pressed it against Dave's chest so he could close it for him, already preoccupied with reaching back to grip Dave's cock, stroking it to coat it in lube.

"Move," Kurt said, referring to Dave's hand. Dave slipped his fingers out, only to bring both of his hands to Kurt's ass to spread him open. Kurt aligned the head of Dave's cock against his entrance and he sat back on it, slowly letting it fill him up. He moaned, clenching his hands against Dave's chest now that he was fully upright. He bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut as he listened to Dave's labored breathing. Dave let his hands slide to Kurt's waist, helping him rock back on his cock. Dave moved his hands to Kurt's arms, rubbing them up and down in a surprisingly sweet gesture.

Now that he was completely slick from the lube, Kurt undulated back and forth, grinding into Dave, his cock rubbing against Dave's stomach with every motion. He didn't know how long he rode Dave like this. He could have stayed like this forever, with Dave inside him, if it wasn't for Rachel and Finn showing up in just an hour or so.

Kurt leaned forward, his mouth open in a silent gasp as he brushed his lips against Dave's. Dave captured his bottom lip, nipping it and soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. Kurt pulled away, burying his face in Dave's neck as he moved one of his large hands back to Kurt's ass, the other hand slipped his cock out of Kurt's ass and Kurt moaned at the loss. Dave, however, slipped back into Kurt's ass immediately and plunged in and out, the head of his cock stretching him, teasing him each time.

"Fuck, Kurt," Dave groaned, his voice gruff with desire. He scooted forward on the couch, holding onto Kurt as he buried himself into Kurt once more. Somehow, despite his injury, he was able to thrust his hips upward, fucking into Kurt's hole repeatedly. Kurt keened with a muffled wail as he fell against Dave's chest, his cock pressed between their bodies. Dave mumbled a slew of encouraging words, his lips brushing the shell of Kurt's ear, as Kurt came with a cry, trembling in Dave's arms, as the head of Dave's thick cock pressed against his prostate. Dave grunted and Kurt felt Dave's cock twitch as he came shortly after him. Kurt's cock smeared his cum against Dave's stomach.

"Shit… Fuck…" Dave breathed like he was taking his first gasps of life as he pulled out of Kurt's now overly sensitive hole. He rubbed the head of his cock between Kurt's asscheeks until he became soft.

Dave sighed contentedly, pulling Kurt against his chest. Kurt would eventually get up and clean them both off, but he knew he had time to spare until Rachel and Finn came home, and there would be no evidence of what had happened while they were gone. Right now, nothing felt better than being in Dave's strong arms.