A/N: Thank you for reading this! I have had to change this to M as it is rated as such. Not quite as smutty as I thought it would be.

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Anyhow, here is a (slight belated) update to the Prompty One-Shots. I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Pork Chop

Word Count: 5733

Warnings: Established relationship; past slight Blaine/Kurt. Smutty, slight language. Very fluffy. Prudish!Dave and Wanton!Kurt - why shouldn't it be mixed up sometimes? Rated M.

There was no denying it. Kurt Hummel had a problem with Dave Karofsky.

Oh don't take it the wrong way; Kurt was more than happy with his boyfriend of almost five months now. Not many guys would be fine with hand holding, long walks, romantic dinners, flowers, love-songs and all of the other generally romantic crap Kurt asked him to tolerate. In fact, (not that he would admit it to anyone other than his boyfriend) some secret part of the big man actually rather enjoyed it.

Kurt made his triumphant return from Dalton and dove headfirst into McKinely culture not four months after his departure; only this time he brought along a small, triangular-eyebrowed hobbit freak with him. Dave loathed him with a passion. Unlike his false hatred of Kurt, which he could now admit to being a cover for his complete and utter infatuation for the boy, he actually genuinely despised Blaine, to the extent of flat out refusing to go anywhere near him.

Since at this point Kurt still appreciated being avoided by the big man, it was fortunate that he was more inclined to ignore him than attempt to pick a fight. He could have easily beaten him – the guy couldn't be more than 5'6 on a good day; he and that Berry chick could have been twins – but that would have been a very stupid idea considering he was still pining like a puppy over the taller of the two and the glee club would be more than ready to jump on his ass (and not in the good way, either) should he hurt their new member.

So, Dave kept his distance. And, slowly but surely, things began to change. He bumped into Blaine a couple of times; both literally and metaphorically but in both cases completely by accident; and one day they ended up sitting down and talking.

They didn't discuss his sexuality, or his obvious attraction to Kurt, or what the hell he was going to do about either of those things. Instead, Blaine opened up about all the stuff that mattered to him in the world, and Dave found himself doing the same. They discussed sport and TV shows (which didn't vary all that much); music choices and literature (which varied a great deal) and Dave discovered that Blaine was actually a pretty alright guy. One worthy of dating Kurt.

It was one of those dreary days when he and Blaine were curled up playing chess that those thoughts slipped out during their idle conversation. Blaine ended up snorting with laughter in Dave's face, which both startled and annoyed him.

"What's so funny?" he demanded with a short huff, crossing his arms.

"I'm sorry, but... Really? Me and Kurt? He's a sweetheart and everything, don't get me wrong, but I'm not exactly his type." The wry smile on his face was kind of irritating.

"Don't be stupid. You'd have to be blind to think he didn't have thing for you." Not that he was jealous or anything.

"David -" At some point Blaine insisted on being called 'Blaine' instead of 'Hobbit', and in return Dave went from 'Karofsky' to 'David' (never Dave, even though he'd insisted) – "Kurt and I aren't together. I think perhaps the idea of having another gay boy so close to him might have been the cause for an unexpected infatuation, but it was never anything more than that. I believe that now, he's gotten over the idea and has his sights set somewhere else entirely."

There was a brief pause, where Blaine took a long drink of water and shifted one of his knights absentmindedly. "He's not into guys like me. I suppose the musical side of me appeals, but that's more because of the similar interests, not the physical attraction. He likes tall boys – sporty boys – the real men that tend to enjoy shoving each other around on a football pitch. That was why he had a thing for Finn ages ago, long before they became brothers. I think I'm a bit too fussy and clean; despite his protests, I'm sure he's the type that can enjoy a little bit of rough and tumble every now and then."

This conversation was a subtle but important change in his perspective towards the effeminate boy, which was perhaps what led into their friendship and eventual relationship. Despite giving him amazing fantasy fodder full of hot, sweaty sex complete with dirty talk and biting, it also gave him the little idea that if things had been different, perhaps Kurt would have liked him that way after all.

So, over time, he joined glee like Blaine asked, kept up with sport and somehow found himself comfortably slipping into a routine that kept both sides reasonably happy. Kurt still ignored him for the most part, but the guys on the team also ignored his sudden interest in singing and dancing, so it kind of evened out.

The ball really started rolling when he was invited to a watch-movies-all-night-and-crash-on-Blaine's-floor weekend, and who should he find sitting on the bed in white ("Soft cream with a hint of beige, actually") pajamas? Of course, it was none other than Kurt Hummel. After the initial reactions of "OMG (Oh my god for Dave; Gaga for Kurt) what are you doing here?" and attempts to find excuses to leave, Blaine convinced them both to stay and at some point between Beauty and the Beast and The Little Mermaid, they found themselves talking and laughing with ease.

Waking up in the morning next to Blaine, with Kurt sprawled over both of them was a little awkward, especially when he tried to move him away so he could go to the bathroom, but instead of snapping and yelling, they were able to laugh about it later. They started talking between classes and during glee club. They both sat with Blaine at lunch, and one time when he was absent they still managed to talk without any awkward silences or urges to fight.

By winter break, Kurt found himself realizing how close they'd suddenly become, and – even more to his surprise – how little that fact bothered him. The companionship was nice, and he enjoyed his time with Dave immensely.

New Year soon rolled around and this year, instead of crashing at someone's house, they got a little money together and rented out the back room of a pub for their own little get together. There was a little alcohol, but neither Kurt nor Dave drank it, considering Blaine had a tendency to get shitfaced whenever the opportunity arose and someone needed to take care of him. They were both aware of the other's resignation to stay sober, which meant Kurt also knew that there would be no excuse in the morning for doing something stupid.

Something like, oh, let's say, spending a good ten minutes snogging the big man, and enjoying every second of it too.

He remembered the moment in exquisite detail. He'd just spent quite an extensive amount of time jumping around to Lady Gaga like a madman and singing along at the top of his voice, which meant he was all hot and bothered quite quickly. He headed outside into the pub garden and bumped into a grinning Dave, who'd been watching as he got some fresh air. They were laughing hysterically about it right as midnight began to creep ever closer, and he bumped into the man a couple of times from sheer giddiness. They were still laughing when he caught him, twirling him around a couple of times just for the fun of it.

That was how he found himself tucked up under his arm with his hands pressed lightly on the broad expanse of his chest, giggling away to himself. His gaze lifted and locked with Dave's, and he felt his mouth go dry. The snicker died in his throat, but the smile remained. They just stood there for what felt like forever, looking at each other, frozen in the moment. Kurt moved first. His neck arched upwards and he pressed his lips against Dave's in a soft kiss. The soft gasp that left Dave's mouth didn't make him move away; instead he just remained still and let the connection sink in. It was a few moments later that he pulled back, eyes flickering nervously over his face. The dull glitter in his eyes made his breath hitch and before he knew what he was doing he was kissing him again without a moment's hesitation.

It was unlike anything he'd ever done before. The forceful kiss in the locker room hadn't given the man enough credit. The shy, fleeting kisses with Blaine dulled in comparison. Their mouths worked together in a frenzy, tongues twining, bodies arching, hands grasping at anything he could reach. At some point Kurt shoved Dave up against the wall and rubbed up against him as long fingers buried in short brown hair and gripped on for dear life.

Puck stumbled out and found them practically whimpering as they melted into one another.

"Oh, shit! Sorry guys," he muttered, covering his eyes and hurrying past as best he could with his tipsy legs on the way to the bathroom. "Didn't see you there. Don't mind me!"

The moment was ruined of course, but Kurt remembered looking up at Dave and offering him a flustered smile, hair messed up and cheeks flushed bright pink. It was returned shyly and all the young soprano could think about was why he hadn't realized how attracted he was to the boy before now.

So, after more than a little bit of nervousness and a slightly awkward, jumbled up conversation later, Kurt happily agreed to a date. And hey, if a guy drives you out of town to an all-night movie marathon composed entirely of Judy Garland films, you can't really turn down the opportunity to make him your boyfriend. Dave confirmed the long-running suspicions surrounding his sexuality by proudly walking down the school hallways with Kurt on his arm, not caring one bit what anyone else thought.

Skip forward four months and twenty three days, and here they were. Not a whole lot had changed. Kurt had initially worried that their time together wouldn't seem so sweet once the honeymoon period passed by, but things were still wonderful. Dave was always a gentleman; bringing him flowers, serenading him with Bublé and Sinatra, taking him out on picnics or long walks, surprising him with presents and impulsive dates... It was everything Kurt had ever dreamed of. Well, almost everything. Dave was more than happy to please him in every possible aspect, except one.

Contrary to popular belief, Dave was actually not the lecherous pervert so many assumed him to be. Not once had he tried to feel Kurt up or push things further, which was appreciated on Kurt's side. Things never went further than make-out sessions and light touching, such as rubbing his chest through his shirt. Once or twice, Dave had stroked Kurt's thigh when the kissed, which had turned him on beyond belief. The safety and lack of pressure was comfortable and undeniably sweet, but more recently Kurt was becoming interested in taking things a little bit further. And that was where this problem with his boyfriend arose.

A couple of weeks ago, Dave and he had plans with a warm blanket, a couch and a couple of sappy movies they could both enjoy. Dave was allowed to stay over under the circumstances that he slept apart from Kurt and no 'funny business' went on in the family home. They both respected that rule, and didn't consider breaking it for a moment, so at the time Kurt hadn't had the time to realize that they might have a problem. Unknown to his father, they always ended up sneaking into one room or another so they could be together in the night, but the rule remained unbroken. When they 'slept together' they literally just slept. Dave loved to cuddle when he was asleep, and Kurt found the affection endearing. He literally couldn't sleep unless Kurt went to lay down with him, and he teased that he should just bring a teddy next time. Dave merely huffed about it, but he could laugh along with the smaller teen.

They were out for a short walk to the nearest store to pick up snacks for the evening when it started to rain, and by the time they made it back they were both drenched and shivering. Kurt had at least been wearing a coat, so he managed to get off lightly, but Dave being the silly boy that he was had left it at home with the rest of his stuff. At least he had clean pajamas and a fresh pair of clothes in his bag. Kurt sent him upstairs to have a hot shower and change into his sleepwear, whilst he went and showered using his own bathroom and quickly went through his evening moisturizing routine. He was almost done when he realized he'd left his toning cream in the main bathroom, rendering a good portion of the routine pointless. He couldn't hear anything when he was walking down the hallway, so he opened the door without thinking.

Cue his boyfriend, dripping wet and naked apart from a thin towel slung around his waist.

Kurt never really thought he was the perverted type. When he played as the kicker in the football team, he never once tried to peek at the other guys when they were showering. In general, he'd never even glanced at Dave. If he was already deflecting homophobic slurs daily, he wasn't going to fuel them on by checking him out, no matter how subtly. He didn't try to deflect his gaze now, more out of surprise than anything.

His eyes ran down that broad expanse of his chest, drinking in the broad shoulders and rolling muscles. He was surprisingly hairless apart from a light dusting of black at the top of his chest and a small trail that disappeared into the towel wrapped around his hips. Small drops of water pooled down his firm body and made Kurt's mouth go dry at the thought of dropping to his knees and licking them off. Unfortunately, his little show was interrupted when Dave turned his head and caught sight of him with a small start.

"Oh! Uhh, I'm not done," he protested with a slight spasm of his hand and a few flustered motions, holding his clothes over his still damp body as best he could.

"I... I can see that. Sorry, I just need this..." Kurt took the bottle as calmly as he could and left the bathroom with only a little bit of pink in his cheeks.

A minute or so later and he was lying on his back with his legs spread, one hand down his pants and the other up his shirt. He writhed on the bed, caressing his body and biting back sounds like a cat in heat.

A short time later he re-emerged, clean and complete in his skin routine, to curl up with his boyfriend on the couch. He'd agreed not to do anything under their roof – but he'd never said anything about being a good boy at Dave's.

These newly-awakened thoughts and frantic midnight masturbating sessions became a daily occurrence in Kurt's routine and it wasn't long until he thought it was high time he acted upon them. After all, they'd been going out for five months. That was a very long time to stick to just kisses and gentle caresses, particularly for a teenage boy. Even his dad didn't know that they were still virgins – he assumed that all those times Kurt claimed to be having a movie marathon at Mercedes' house he was staying up all night screwing with his boyfriend like rabbits, but in all honesty he was telling the truth. In his opinion, it was high time they took it to the next level. He trusted Dave and wanted to lose his virginity to the man he loved. He wanted to know what the big deal was all about, and more than that he wanted to share this thing with his boyfriend and know that it was special.

So, right after their next date night – an ice skating session and a long walk around the park – he insisted that he walked Dave home instead of letting Dave escort him back to his abode as he usually did. They were kissing goodbye as usual and Kurt let his hands crawl up over the broad expanse of his chest and, quite suddenly, let his fingers slip under it to touch the hot skin underneath. His mouth buried into the side of Dave's neck, kissing at it with feverish delight, which he knew was a huge turn on for the big man. He expected to be scooped up and carried off to the bedroom without another question. What he didn't expect for Dave to push him away and keep him there with a firm grip. "Goodnight, Kurt," he ground out through gritted teeth. With a light peck to his forehead – his forehead of all places! – Dave was gone, leaving Kurt confused and aroused on the doorstep.

After a rather irritated wanking session, Kurt began to wonder why it was that Dave pushed him away as he did. Maybe it was just nerves? Perhaps it was because it just took him by surprise. Yes, that must be it. He'd just have to try again.

The next day after school he ended up curled on Dave's couch with a movie slotted into the DVD player, cuddling up against his broad chest and idly stroking his hands. He'd lost interest in the storyline quite some time ago, so he nuzzled up to his shoulder and started to kiss at his cheeks and jawline absentmindedly. The attempt at a distraction worked like a charm after the first few moments and Dave turned his head so they could kiss properly, lips caressing one another in a well rehearsed dance.

The movie played on in the background, forgotten by both boys as their kisses progressed onto Dave lying on his back with his arms wrapped around Kurt, their tongues mingling and twining like snakes as his fingers buried into his perfect hair. Kurt would usually be irritated by this, but the thought of getting down and dirty with his man made a small shiver pass through him, and he let it go. His mouth moved down to his neck, leaving a little trail of licks and nibbles for his enjoyment. A soft moan let his mouth when their hips brushed and connected. He rocked his hips forwards a little, pressing into his pelvis and mewling delightedly at the contact. Dave's head was thrown back against the arm of the couch and a soft groan vibrated across his exposed throat. Kurt's hands slipped up against his stomach as he moved down and down, really starting to get into what they were doing.

Right as he began to bite at his collarbones, Kurt leaned in and licked the shell of his ear once more, whispering into the lobe the way he knew Dave liked it. "Maybe we should take this upstairs."

Big hands closed over his shoulders and pushed him away easily. Kurt was left pouting and wriggling a little in protest. Dave's eyes were closed and he took deep breaths, frowning to himself.

"Kurt, come on, we should stop."

Oh, Kurt didn't like that idea. At all. He brushed his hand over Dave's chest, finding a nipple and brushing it through his shirt. The big man twitched and Kurt fought back a sly giggle at his sensitivity.

"I don't want to stop, Dave. Come on, it'll be fine..."

Dave's eyes snapped open. The lust in them made Kurt shiver all over and he felt the grip relent for a few moments, allowing him to dive back down and start kissing him again. Dave let out a small whimper at the brush of his tongue on his earlobe and for a moment, the young soprano thought he'd won. Apparently not. The hands were pushing at him again and Kurt sat back, more than a little bit irritated by now.

"Dave, what's wrong? Don't you want to?"

"I do, I swear, it's just..." Dave was sitting up now, pinching at the bridge of his nose; a sure sign that he was stressed or struggling with his feelings.

"You just what, Dave?"

"I just... Look, can we not talk about this now?"

Kurt huffed, glaring a little bit and folding his arms. "We're talking and we're talking now. Seriously; what's wrong? We've been going out for five months. Five months! That's almost half a year. I know you're trying to be a gentleman and trust me, I appreciate that, but sometimes I need a little bit of intimacy, you know?"

"Kurt, I can't do this, okay? Not now. Please."

"Why not? Do you not think I'm sexy? Am I not good enough for you? Tell me right now David if I'm the problem here, because I'm just not getting it.

"What? Kurt, no!" Dave was flailing with his hands a little bit and he reached forwards to grasp one of his delicate hands in his own. "Kurt, of course you're sexy. You're the hottest damn thing I've seen in my life. I just don't think I'm ready to do this. I don't want to screw this up. But there's not a problem; I swear."

Kurt wanted to believe him, he really did, but Dave's eyes were doing that twitchy thing where they darted away from his face every so often. He was lying. Kurt's cheeks flushed in offense and he slid away from the big man, snatching up his bag from beside him and buttoning up his shirt.

"I think I should go."

With that, he turned and walked out of the front door, leaving his boyfriend sighing and rubbing his eyes with a tired hand.

The next morning, Kurt felt terrible. It wasn't Dave's fault that he'd gotten nervous; he had every right to say no. Hell, Kurt knew he was more than a little bit prudish himself. All of this sudden attention probably freaked Dave the hell out. And instead of trying to understand this and talk around it, he'd gone into a massive sulk and walked right out the door like a bitchy little diva. So yeah, he felt pretty shit. Maybe he should go and apologize... Actually, scratch that. There was no 'maybe' about it. He should go and put things right now before it got worse.

Kurt headed on over the moment he'd picked the perfect outfit and quickly skimmed through his face creams and cleansing scrubs. He tried ringing Dave but there was no reply – which only made him feel worse, in all honesty.

The front door was locked when he tried it. Disappointment filled his heart for a few moments, but he suddenly remembered that the back door was always unlocked, since it was surrounded by a high fence and nobody tried to get in. So, trying his hardest not to feel like a stalker, Kurt clambered up over the wall and shucked himself down the other side, dropping into the garden. He could thank the gods of fashion (and Gaga, naturally) that he was so agile – it meant his clothing didn't get torn or muddy by snagging on the fence or landing on the ground.

The house was quiet when he went inside. Kurt called out into the hushed rooms. The way his soft voice echoed off the walls, followed by more silence, unnerved him and he had to remind himself that this wasn't some creepy horror movie where an axe murderer suddenly pounced from the shadows. Dave was probably just still asleep. He always liked to stay in on Saturday.

Attempting not the think about it, Kurt began to head upstairs, ignoring the way the steps creaked eerily under his delicate feet. When he got to the top of the stairs he had to pause. He realized he'd never even been into Dave's bedroom before. Not once. If he stayed over, they'd camp out downstairs with a heap of blankets.

Two of the doors were wide open, showing the clean bathroom and his parents' room, both of which were empty. One could only be the door of a linen cupboard, so that left the one on the right hand side, which was shut tight.

Calming his nerves, he knocked lightly on the wood and heard a small grunt from within, confirming his thoughts that Dave was fast asleep. When there was no movement from behind the door, he grasped the handle and pushed it open.

The sight before him made him gasp in surprise.

The room was not as small as Dave had excused it to be; it was smaller than Kurt's but still of a reasonable enough size to accommodate them both. The walls were painted a light blue, fading in some areas, and posters of various blues artists were spotted around in certain areas. One wall was covered from head to toe in photographs. The furniture was all made of light pine. It was clean and neat, for what you could see; no clothes on the floor, no rubbish strewn around... But that wasn't what surprised Kurt so much.

No, what shocked him to his core; what surprised him beyond belief was the fact that every available inch of space housed plush toys and teddy bears of every shape and size known to mankind.

A row of enormous bears looked down at him from the top of the wardrobe. A drooping donkey surrounded by various farm animals watched from the corner. The curtains peeked open, showing a glimpse of pocket-sized mice lined up on the windowsill. The floor was clear, but every surface remained entirely devoted to the toys.

And there, in the middle of his bed, sprawled out and still asleep, lay his boyfriend – with his arms wrapped around a very large stuffed pig.

Kurt had to clasp a hand to his mouth to stop himself from snorting with laughter, but he couldn't help the giddy bubble of relief rising up within him. Dave simply looked too adorable curled up like that, and now he knew why he was so against 'taking things upstairs'. It wasn't the sex; it was literally the problem upstairs.

Calming himself with deep breaths, Kurt slid onto the bed and reached out to pat his boyfriend's shoulder gently, shaking him awake. The big man groaned and buried his cheek into the pig defiantly for a few moments, but when Kurt persisted he reluctantly woke up and peered at him with bleary eyes. The wide grin on Kurt's face made him smile in return and he groggily sat up, arms still clasped around his sleeping companion. It was only when Kurt found himself suppressing a little giggle that Dave really woke up – and he dropped the pig from his arms like it was a white-hot piece of iron.

"K-Kurt! Oh shit, I... I wasn't doing anything I swear!" he pleaded, utterly mortified.

"Uh-huh? And who is this?" Kurt asked, plucking up the pig and smiling at it fondly.

"He's nothing. Umm. It's nothing. I just..."

Dave buried his head in his hands, completely humiliated by the eventual discovery. Kurt didn't mock him and instead placed the toy in his lap and stroked over it absentmindedly, admiring the soft fur.

"So... this is why you didn't want to go further? Because you were scared I might find out about..." He trailed off and shrugged, gesturing to the room. "this?"

Dave nodded his head slowly, still rubbing at his temples with his fingers. Kurt couldn't stop his smile.

"Honestly? That's adorable." Dave's head jerked up and he couldn't suppress a light giggle. "And just a little bit weird. So I guess it matches you," he teased, unable to help himself. "But you don't think I'm ugly or anything, right? Unappealing?" Dave shook his head hurriedly, and the admiration in his eyes made Kurt well aware that he was genuinely telling the truth this time. "It was just because of this?" Another nod. Kurt sighed and leaned forwards, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"That, I can work with. I'm just so relieved! I thought you found me unattractive or something."

"What? Kurt, no. I meant what I said. You're the hottest damn thing I've seen in my life. I'm supposed to be the big strong guy, you know? I couldn't tell you that even as a fully grown guy I can't sleep without clinging to something." Ahh, now that made sense. It explained all the unexpected cuddling and his embarrassment when Kurt teased him about it. The smile couldn't help but break out once more and he kissed him again in a much longer kiss.

"I came to apologize," he admitted when he finally pulled back, his hair a little messier and his lips a touch more swollen. "I shouldn't have stormed out like I did yesterday. Although I suppose I know why, now."

Kurt suddenly got to his feet, leaving the pig behind, and headed out into the linen cupboard along the hall. "Kurt?" Dave called, arms wrapping around the abandoned toy self consciously.

The boy returned with a huge pile of blankets, beginning to cover the various piles of toys with an efficient air of silence. "Umm, what are you doing?"

"There's no way I want all these things watching me when we have sex – I feel bad enough just thinking that my mom might be looking at me. Now shush."

The awkward stuttering and silence from the big man afterwards made him grin. He turned and stalked slowly towards the man, reaching out to pluck the pig from his grip. "I'm very sorry, Mister..."

"Pork Chop."

"Pork Chop? Seriously? Okay... Mister Pork Chop; you shall have to leave our company for the time being." Without another word to the mute animal he reached over and promptly placed it under the bed.

"Now then, Dave, maybe we should get this party started," Kurt purred, leaning over his half clothed boyfriend with a gleam in his eyes.

It was because of this that Kurt found himself lying on his back with his pants around his ankles yet again, only this time he had a big, gorgeous hunk of a man knelt between his legs. Strong, calloused hands held his thighs apart as his boyfriend licked and sucked and groaned around him with near feverish delight. The young soprano arched and bucked up into the hot orifice with low, eager moans as one hand buried in the short scruff of brown hair, tugging at it eagerly. Dave's finger had been rubbing gently at his entrance for the past couple of minutes, working up his courage, and when it finally slid inside Kurt let out a low wail of pleasure at the unexpected intrusion.

Dave was suddenly pulling his head back whilst stilling his hand at the same time, which made Kurt buck and wriggle his hips in a frustrated manner.

"Kurt?" He sounded nervous. A tongue darted over his lips in a little flicker. "Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Dave, I swear to god if you stop now we are never having sex again!" Kurt barked, twisting his hips sharply against his hand and hissing when it went just that little bit deeper.

"Oh."

With that single word, he bent his head and got straight back to work, making Kurt writhe eagerly under his hands and delicious tongue.

A few minutes and another finger later, Kurt was gasping and arching and wriggling with eager moans and strings of curses leaving his lips.

"Oh god David, so good! So, so fucking good! Don't you dare stop, you filthy, filthy little slut!"

Quite suddenly, those fingers crooked against something that sent sparks of electricity shooting all over his skin. Kurt threw his head back and shrieked in a mixture of shock and delight. Before he knew what was going on he was shooting his seed into Dave's mouth in short, sharp bursts, almost sobbing as he released.

Falling silent, the smaller boy fell back on the sheets and lay there, trembling violently. His legs were twitching uncontrollably even as Dave licked him clean, having gotten over his initial surprise at his sudden climax. The big hands were stroking his thighs with his usual gentleness, making him quiver all the more. Kurt made a few weak noises and tugged his hair a little bit, drawing Dave up over his body once more. The big man kissed him slowly and sensually as he caught his breath back. When his trembles stopped, Kurt drew back and smiled weakly.

"Your turn, big guy. Sit back and spread those legs for me."

Some time later, the two sweaty, naked bodies were twined around one another, snuggling as close as they could for warmth. Kurt was the first to speak.

"That was amazing, David," he sighed, nuzzling his broad chest contentedly.

"Yeah. It really was."

He looked down at the boy curled in his chest and idly thought to himself that he would one day go all the way with this beautiful singer. Sucking each other off had been as hot as hell, and he frankly couldn't wait to do it again. From the way Kurt enthusiastically went down on him, he couldn't either.

"Mind if I sleep for a little bit?" Kurt asked absentmindedly, kissing at his collarbone in an intimate manner.

"No, not at all. Go ahead. But, umm..."

"Mmm? What's wrong, David?"

Dave was blushing a little bit when he spoke. "Can I get Pork Chop off the floor now? It's kinda dusty under there and I don't want him to get dirty..."

Kurt sighed and rolled to one side, letting his bones sink into the mattress instead of on Dave. The big guy was already scrambling under the bed for the stuffed animal.

He didn't mind sharing his boyfriend with the toy, but he couldn't help but grin as he thought of ways to slowly but surely replace the huge pink pig – and damn, he'd love playing out every single one of his schemes.

A/N: So this, was a little bit weird and obscure, but this was just what popped into mind. I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are appreciated!