So many thanks again for the reviews and feedback on the last chapter. They certainly do get the muse's blood pumping. You guys are the best! :)
I'm sorry this chapter took such a long time coming; I've had family from out of town staying with us, and I don't want to be rude and spend all my time typing away on my laptop. I hope it's worth the wait!
Kurt and Dave showed up at Becca and Brian's townhouse right on time. That was the thing about being married to a wedding coordinator; you were never late or early, but always perfectly prompt. And followed correct etiquette, which was why Kurt was carrying a bottle of Georges Duboeuf Beaujolais Nouveau, and Dave was holding a bouquet of brightly colored Gerbera daisies.
Becca answered the doorbell, barefoot and with a smear of red across her cheek. She smiled hugely, blue eyes sparkling. "Hey guys, come on in. Oh, what pretty flowers! I'd say you shouldn't have, but I'd be lying." She took them in one hand, slinging her other arm around Dave in a hug. "Thank you. Hey, and you brought wine too," she said delightedly, letting go of Dave and giving Kurt a squeeze.
Kurt kissed her cheek. "Mmmm, your homemade marinara sauce tonight?" he asked. At her questioning look, he pointed at the cheek he'd just bussed. "You got a little…"
Becca laughed, wiping her cheek. "I never claimed to be anything but a messy cook," she said. "That's why I'm glad that the house rule is 'whoever cooks is excused from the clean up'. Brian!" she called out, "The guys are here. Come take this awesome looking wine off their hands and start pouring."
Brian came down the stairs in stocking feet. "Sorry about that," he said. "Just finishing up a few charts before you got here. I'm yours for the remainder of the evening, promise." He shook hands with Kurt and Dave, relieving Kurt of the wine while Becca chose a crystal vase to put the flowers in. He took out the wine glasses and corkscrew, then checked to make sure Becca wasn't looking. Quickly, he dipped the wooden spoon lying on the counter into the pot of simmering sauce and tasted it.
"Brian!"
He jumped and turned guiltily. "Sorry, honey," he said, his face turning nearly as red as his hair. Dave and Kurt snorted with laughter. "It just smells so good, I can't help myself. Isn't it ready yet?"
"Why don't you tell me, Mr. Impatient," Becca said with mock sternness. "Does it taste ready to you?" At Brian's fervent nod, she grinned. "I'll take your word for it. Let me put the spaghetti on, and we'll be eating in fifteen minutes."
The two couples enjoyed the wonderful Italian meal that Becca had prepared; a fresh caprese salad, crusty ciabatta bread dipped in olive oil and 25 year balsamic vinegar, and of course, the pasta and sauce. The wine flowed, as did the conversation, and soon they were all comfortably stuffed to the gills. "I've got tiramisu for dessert," said Becca, giggling as all three men groaned. "In a while, guys, not right away. First you all have to clean up, while I open another bottle of wine and then put my feet up in the living room."
It only took them about twenty minutes to clear everything and load the dishwasher. They joined Becca in the living room, Brian going to sit next to her on the couch, and Kurt and Dave taking the comfortable love seat opposite them. Becca refilled her own glass and poured wine for each of the men, then settled back. "So," she said, "How goes the baby train?"
Kurt and Dave smiled at each other. "Not bad," Dave said. "We're still in the early stages. Filled out a bunch of paperwork, mostly. And we've been looking at the clinic's online database of surrogates and egg donors, just to get a feel for it."
"Any early favorites?" asked Brian, putting his hand on Becca's.
"There's a few that are really interested in helping out gay couples, so they kind of bobbed to the top. But of course, they have to get all our information, and want to work with us too. So for now, it's just wait and see."
"I think it's amazing that you're doing this," said Becca. "You guys are going to be such great parents. Whatever kid or kids you have will be so lucky to have you." She looked at Brian, and they shared a look that neither Dave nor Kurt could parse. "Brian and I, we've pretty much decided we're not going to have any."
"No?" said Kurt. He wasn't shocked, since he'd never really heard them talk about wanting children, but still. He did tend to assume with most hetero couples that babies were part of the whole happily-ever-after package.
"With my job, I just feel like so much of the work would fall to Becca," Brian said. "And I know I'd be constantly pulled away, missing ball games and recitals and what have you. It just doesn't seem fair."
"And honestly," said Becca, "I've never really had a strong maternal instinct. I like babies, but whenever we visit friends with them, I'm always happy to give them back at the end of the night." She paused. "It doesn't seem right, you know? That you guys want a baby so bad, but can't just have one. And that we don't really want one, but could probably get pregnant fairly easily if we tried."
"Like doesn't always work out evenly that way," said Dave, squeezing Kurt's shoulder. "Just because you can get pregnant, doesn't mean you should. In fact, we really appreciate that you understand what a big deal it is, and that you realize it might not fit in with what you want for your future. A lot of people just blithely procreate, not even really knowing if they want to be parents or not."
"Dave, you know we love you, right?" said Becca. Dave was a little startled by her non-sequitur, but nodded. "And you too, Kurt," she added. "You were brought together because of our engagement. Dave proposed at our wedding. I feel like we're so much a part of each other's love stories, and lives, that maybe this won't sound totally off the wall when I suggest it."
Kurt thought he might have an idea what was coming, but had a hard time believing it. Dave, however, was completely clueless as to where she was going with the line of conversation. "Suggest what?" he asked, brows drawing together.
"Brian and I have talked about it, a lot. And if you guys are open to the idea, I want to carry your baby for you."
There was a moment of absolute silence, during which Dave and Kurt's eyes went wide and their jaws dropped open. Kurt found his voice first. "You…you what?" he stammered.
"We'd like it if you'd let me be the surrogate," Becca said.
"Becca…Brian…" Dave said. "We can't ask you to-"
"You're not asking," said Brian. "We're offering. You're our best friends, and we want to do this for you. You won't have to worry about the surrogacy fee, and my insurance will cover all the pregnancy related costs, including the delivery. Just as if Becca was having my baby."
"But-" tried Kurt.
"No buts," said Becca firmly. "We still want you to get an egg donor. At thirty-five, my eggs aren't exactly in their prime. And to be honest, it might be a little weird having my genetic mojo mixed in with either of you guys's baby batter. But I'm in great physical health, with no significant family history of miscarriages or problem pregnancies. Actually, the women in my family are exceptional breeders. My parents are up to seven grandkids already, and they're not even sixty yet."
"You're sure about this?" said Dave, still trying to comprehend that this was actually happening. He got up and went over to Becca, getting down on his knees and taking her hands in his. She nodded. "You've already done so much for me, Becca," he said. "You helped me come out, all those years ago. You convinced me that I could make it work with Kurt, despite everything I'd done to him in the past. And now, you're going to make it possible for me to have a baby with the man I love." He cupped her cheek in his hand, tears coming to his eyes. "What would my life be like, if I'd never met you? I think you must be an angel."
Becca's eyes filled with matching tears. "Pfft," she sniffed, trying to cover. "I don't think angels drink as much wine as I do. Or cuss out their pain-in-the-ass pet owner clients, once they're out of hearing range." A tear slipped down her cheek. "But if they do, I'm assured a place in Heaven, I'm sure. I love you, Dave. I want you to be happy, to have everything that someone as wonderful as you deserves." They hugged tightly, as both of their husbands watched, more than a little teary themselves. Finally, they ended their embrace. "That's enough of that mushiness," said Becca, wiping her eyes. "Next thing you know, Kurt and Brian will be making out or something." All four of them burst into laughter.
"I think we need a toast," said Brian, taking his glass and raising it. "To my wife, Becca, who will bring the next generation of Karofskys and Hummels into the world."
"To Dave and Kurt," said Becca. "Who will be the best parents ever, and never deny us the opportunity to spoil our future honorary niece or nephew."
"To Becca and Brian," said Kurt. "For being the best friends I've ever had. And I've had some good ones, let me tell you."
"To all four of us," finished Dave. "Because we're the best kind of family. Not the kind that gets stuck with each other, but the kind that chooses to be one."
They all clinked their glasses together and drank. Smiling, Becca reached for the bottle again. "I guess it won't be long before I'll have to give this up," she said, pouring. "Better enjoy it while I can."
After the wine had been finished and the tiramisu polished off, Kurt and Dave left the Potter's, with their hearts even more full than their stomachs. They talked animatedly about calling the clinic the next day to update them, and decided that they would start looking over the egg donor database much more thoroughly. When they were a couple of blocks from their house, Dave said out of nowhere, "I need to hop into Walgreens."
"Why?" asked Kurt, turning on his blinker to make the left turn into the store.
"We're uh…almost out of condoms," said Dave. "And toilet paper in the guest bathroom."
Kurt squinted. Last time he checked they had half a box of condoms left, and as far as the guest bath was concerned, he'd have to take Dave's word for it. He pretty much used the master bathroom exclusively. "Do you want me to come in with you?" he asked, as he pulled into a parking spot.
"Nope! I'll be in and out in a minute," said Dave, hopping out almost before Kurt had shifted into park. He watched Dave jog into the store with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure what was up with his husband, but it had been kind of a crazy night. He turned on the radio, finding a bit of an oldie but a goodie, The Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga, and sang along while he waited for Dave to return.
Which he did less than ten minutes later, a plastic bag in his hand. "Thanks, babe," he said.
Giving Dave another curious look out of the corner of his eye, Kurt pulled out of the parking spot, and they were back home in no time. It was a Thursday night, so Kurt went to bring out the trash cans to the front of the house for Friday's garbage pickup, while Dave went inside. When he got in himself, his husband was nowhere to be seen. "Dave?" he called. "Where are you?"
"In the guest room," came the reply.
The hell…? thought Kurt, as he made his way down the hallway. Dave was standing in their guest bedroom, staring at the corner. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.
Dave turned around, a big smile on his face. "I was just picturing what this room will look like, once we convert it onto a nursery," he said, and Kurt's heart melted into a puddle of goo. "I mean, you're more about the interior design thing than I am, but I really want to be involved with this particular room. Do you think we should go with a theme, or is that kind of tacky? Celestial would be nice; it would work for a boy or a girl, and it wouldn't be too cutesy."
Kurt's eyes grew a little damp. Since his breakdown a month ago, Dave had studiously avoided any detailed conversation having to do with the arrival of the baby. Gun-shy from their disappointment at the first clinic visit, they talked about the process of making a baby, but not really the result. But apparently, Becca's offer had changed all of that for Dave in a single evening. And Kurt felt very much the same. It would be much more financially doable this way, and it eliminated their worries about the surrogate not wanting to give up the baby. And they'd be able to experience the pregnancy so closely; they could see or talk to Becca as much as they wanted to, watch as their child grew inside her each day. It was about as good as it was going to get for a couple that couldn't have a baby the usual way, and Kurt was so grateful for that, he thought his heart might burst.
"I think that sounds lovely," said Kurt, smiling back.
"I have something for you," said Dave, and Kurt noticed for the first time that he had his hand behind his back.
"Really?" said Kurt, surprised.
"Yeah. I know it's a kind of early for this sort of thing, but I wanted to get you a little something to mark the occasion," Dave said, drawing a brightly colored gift bag from behind his back.
"So this was what the Walgreens stop was all about?" said Kurt, touched beyond measure. At Dave's nod, he laughed. "You are so goofy sometimes, Dave. But I love you, and I love presents. So give." He reached out, making grabby gestures with his hands. Dave handed him the bag, and Kurt took out the quiff of tissue paper hiding the contents. He reached in and pulled out the first item, which quickly became blurry as his eyes filled with tears. It was a package of baby onesies with little sheep on them. "Dave…" he breathed out.
"Keep going," said Dave, delighted that Kurt was so moved by his spontaneous idea.
Kurt reached back in and took out the next item, a small yellow stuffed duck. Then finally, a mini photo album. He looked at Dave, who said, "To put baby pictures in. I thought you could keep it at your office, and then anytime you wanted to see him or her, you could just open it up."
Kurt threw himself into Dave's arms, still clutching his gifts tightly. "Oh my God, Dave," he said. "This is the sweetest, most wonderful thing you've ever done." It wasn't just the gifts, or the gesture. It was the message behind them, which was completely clear to Kurt. This is going to happen for us, and it's okay to be excited about it again. "I love you so much."
"Mmmm, love you too, babe," responded Dave, squeezing him tightly. He finally let his husband go, but leaned in quickly for a kiss. At first it was tender and sweet, but as so often happened with them, it grew passionate quickly. Kurt's hands went limp, and he dropped the presents as Dave slid his tongue into his mouth.
"Dave," gasped Kurt, pulling his lips away. They were both getting hard, and he knew exactly where this was all leading. "Let's move this into the bedroom."
"How vanilla of you," teased Dave. "Are we going to turn out the lights and think of England too?"
"I don't care how many times we've had sex in this room before," said Kurt firmly. "It's now officially our future baby's room, and it's strictly off limits for sexy times."
"Okay, you win," said Dave, grumbling just a little.
They walked the short distance to their bedroom, and suddenly, Kurt had an idea. Grinning evilly, he turned to Dave. "Sit," he said, gesturing at the hope chest at the foot of their bed. Dave complied quickly. When Kurt smiled that smile, only good and incredibly horny things followed. He watched as Kurt turned away from him, then swiftly turned and posed sultrily against the dresser behind him. Then he opened his mouth and began to sing smoothly in his lower register.
The minute you walked through the joint
I could tell you were a man of distinction, a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
He started to move over to where Dave was sitting, swaying his hips and starting to unbutton his shirt. Dave was staring with a huge smile on his face; it wasn't often he was treated to one of Kurt Hummel's special blend of serenade/strip tease, but he sure loved it when it did happen. Truth be told, as hard as he got for his husband's face and body, sometimes he thought that Kurt's talent was the biggest turn on of all. There was something really sexy about how damn good he was at so many things; singing, dancing, designing and a host of other mad skills. God, he really was the luckiest man on Earth, to have Kurt.
Kurt flung his shirt off dramatically, whipping it around in a circle a couple of times. He unbuttoned the fly of his tight pants, so Dave could enjoy the sight of the light line of hair that led from his navel into his turquoise briefs. He strutted over, giving Dave a smoldering look.
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
At the word pop, Kurt spun around and dropped his ass into Dave's lap, grinding into it. Dave grasped at Kurt's hips, but Kurt had other plans. He pushed Dave's hands away, lifting himself off of his lap. Turning again so he could face Dave, he started to slide his pants down his slim hips.
Hey big spender
Spend a little time with me
He made a big show of bending over to take his shoes off, wiggling his underwear-clad ass in Dave's direction the whole time. Then Kurt slid his pants off the rest of the way, kicking them off his feet and across the room. He danced sinuously over to Dave again, brushing his lips and fingertips all over his husband, while he sang the bridge.
Wouldn't you like to have fun…fun…fun
How about a few laughs…laughs…laughs
I can show you a good time
Let me show you a good time
Kurt swung himself onto Dave's lap, facing him this time. He took Dave's flushed cheeks in his hands and began to undulate his pelvis against Dave's rapidly.
Hey big spender
Spend…a little time with me
Kurt brought his lips to Dave, ending his song but still giving Dave the lap dance of his life. He felt Dave's hands creep under the waistband of his briefs, gripping the firm globes and thrusting up with his own crotch. Kurt pulled out of the kiss, bending his head to attack Dave's neck with licks and kisses. "Jesus fuck, Kurt," groaned Dave. "You are so damn hot when you do that. Gotta have you, gotta have this ass," he said, squeezing Kurt's cheeks even harder, "right now."
He stood up, Kurt making a little squeaking noise at the sudden movement. His legs automatically wrapped around Dave's hips. He loved that Dave was so strong and built; that he could lift him effortlessly, even though they were nearly the same height. Dave carried him around to the bed, placing Kurt on the mattress and running his hands over the slender legs still wrapped around him. He kissed Kurt, sucking on his bottom lip for a moment. Then he released it. "Flip over," he commanded roughly, and Kurt scrambled to do so as fast as possible.
Once Kurt was on his stomach, Dave hooked his hands in the waistband of his underwear and drew them off. He never, ever got tired of admiring Kurt's incredible ass. White as snow, taut as a drum, and holding within the greatest source of pleasure Dave could have ever imagined existed. He thought about shedding his own clothes, but there was something erotic about the idea of having his way with Kurt while one of them was fully dressed, and the other one was completely naked. So even though his jeans were uncomfortably tight, he sank to his knees and brought his fingers to spread Kurt's ass cheeks.
Kurt moaned, suspecting what was coming next, and Dave didn't disappoint him. Kurt loved to be rimmed; it was honestly one of his favorite sexual acts to be on the receiving end of – not that he minded returning the favor. Before becoming Kurt's lover, Dave had never rimmed anyone, or had it done to him. But like so many other things when it came to sex, Kurt had initiated Dave into the practice. It had never bothered Dave that Kurt was so much more experienced than him when they met. In his eyes, it was all just part of the universe's plan to make them perfect halves of the same whole. Early on in their relationship, Kurt had expressed worry that his past sexual history, compared to Dave's, sometimes made him feel like maybe he wasn't good enough or pure enough for him. Dave had immediately put that fear to rest, telling Kurt that he was glad to be with someone who was so experienced; someone he could trust enough to do many of the things he'd been curious about with, but never been comfortable enough to do with either of the two lovers he'd had. He wasn't jealous in the least of all the men that Kurt had been with before. Considering what had happened between the two of them in high school, he'd have been a pretty big hypocrite to hold anything about Kurt's past behavior against him.
So under Kurt's patient tutelage, he learned how to pleasure Kurt's ass with his tongue, and by being on the receiving end, finally understood what all the fuss was about. And they incorporated it into their lovemaking on a regular basis. Like tonight. He watched as Kurt's hole flexed and released, aching for Dave's touch. Leaning forward, Dave flattened his tongue and licked wetly up Kurt's crack. At his husband's responsive gasp, he buried his face in Kurt's ass, flicking and fluttering his tongue against the sensitive orifice. He alternated the firm laving with puckered, sucking kisses to his entrance. He felt Kurt's legs stretch and curl backwards , spreading around his broad shoulders and settling his heels just above the small of Dave's back. That was another thing Dave never failed to be impressed by when it came to Kurt. He was so fucking bendy, so flexible and lithe. He was fairly sure that if he tried to mimic the same position, he'd get a cramp that he'd be feeing the aftereffects of for days. But Kurt started every day with a short but effective yoga session, and it had really paid off.
Kurt supported his upper body on his elbows, chest lifted off the bed and gripping the sheets so hard, he thought they might tear. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting it to keep from screaming the house down. Kurt had been rimmed by scores of other guys, but from their first time exploring it, Dave had been the best. Not only were his technique and instincts excellent, but the intimacy of having it done by someone he loved so much took the experience completely off the charts. He was totally open and vulnerable to Dave in this position, telling him without words that every part of him was his husband's, to do with as he pleased. Lick me, suck me…all of my deepest and most secret places. They're all yours. Kurt felt the tip of Dave's tongue stiffen and start to work inside of him, and he moaned loudly. He rubbed hard against the sheets beneath him, getting some friction on his almost painfully needy cock.
Dave pushed his tongue in further, wiggling the tip back and forth before beginning to thrust it in and out firmly. His lips and cheeks were covered in his own saliva. Kurt was making some beautiful noises, but had yet to break into the litany of dirty talk that usually accompanied his being tended to in this way. He thrust his tongue into Kurt's loosened hole as far as it could go, wrapping his lips around the puckered entrance. Then he hummed, sending a vibrating sensation along the sensitive nerve endings, and Kurt just went crazy.
"Oh God, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!", he cried out. "Eat me out, get your tongue up in me! You know I love it! Love it when you fuck me with your tongue so gooood…"
Dave wanted to keep going, but his hard on was beginning to get seriously painful inside his pants. And the way Kurt was humping their bed, Dave didn't doubt he was just short of spilling his load all over their duvet cover. So he gave a couple of more wiggles, then withdrew his tongue from Kurt, who groaned in disappointment and released his legs.
"Sorry baby," he said, slipping a finger into Kurt and wiping the spit off his face with the back of his hand. "I need to fuck you with my cock, need to come inside your tight ass." He smacked Kurt's left cheek with his free hand, watching as it pinkened, and Kurt thrust back onto his probing digit. After a couple more thrusts into the most entrance, he withdrew to grab lube, a condom, and a bolster pillow from further up the bed. He pushed the pillow under Kurt's hips, raising his ass up to the perfect height and angle. Dave rolled on the condom and slicked his erection up with lube; still standing, he pressed the head to Kurt's entrance and reached beneath him to grasp his husband's cock where it was pressed against the pillow. "You ready, Kurt?" he asked, prodding at Kurt's hole.
"Unh, yeah," Kurt gasped. "Fuck me with that big dick of yours, Dave. Fuck me hard."
Dave slid inside easily, moaning himself at the tight, hot heat. He pressed in until his entire length was sheathed, squeezing Kurt's erection in pulses the whole time. "You want it hard, baby?" he gritted out. "You want me to pound your ass? Make this tight hole all red and sore?"
"Ohhh, yesssssss," Kurt hissed. "Do it. Be as rough as you want, I can take it all. Take everything you have for me."
Dave withdrew slowly, until the tip of his cock was barely touching the outside of Kurt's anus. "Yeah? Like this?" He slammed his full length into Kurt, his hips making a loud slap as they crashed against Kurt's ass. Kurt keened at the pain-laced pleasure. "You want it harder than that? Faster than that?" He grabbed Kurt's hair, turning his head towards him. Kurt nodded, breathing heavily, and Dave pushed his head down until his cheek touched the mattress. "Stay there," he said. "Stay right there and take it while I fuck you."
He drew his finger down Kurt's back teasingly, until it reached the rim of his hole, stretched around the width of Dave's hardness. He rubbed against it a few times, making Kurt whine desperately. He brought the hand to Kurt's hip, and started pumping in and out furiously. Dave loved how the flesh of Kurt's smooth, pale ass cheeks rippled every time his pelvis battered against them. The force caused Kurt's cock to work back and forth in his tight grasp, milking him time with every jerk of Dave's hips. Kurt was crying out rapturously, his hands grasping and clawing at the sheets. His passage tightened around Dave until it felt like a vise; and with one final tremendous thrust, his husband erupted inside him with a roar.
"Oh, yeah, fucking come just like that," yelled Kurt, climaxing himself as soon as the words left his mouth. His come spilled all over Dave's hand, dampening both the pillow and the duvet. Dave collapsed on top of him, pressing him spread-eagled into the mattress. His lips were buried in Kurt's sweaty neck, and Kurt could feel him begin to soften within him.
"Love you, Kurt," he heard Dave mumble.
"Love you too," replied Kurt, sighing. "You know, we might want to start working on how to be a little less vocal. We're going to have to figure out a way to still bang each other's brains out, without waking up a sleeping baby. Or permanently traumatize him or her, when they get older." Kurt would certainly never forget the time he came home from Dalton with an unfortunate case of stomach flu, only to be greeted by the sounds of his dad and Carole in the throes of passion on the living room couch.
"-kay," mumbled Dave, a little sleepily. "But every once and a while, maybe we could get Becca and Brian to babysit? Still wanna make you scream, every once in a while."
"It's a date," said Kurt, laughing softly.
Hopefully you guys don't mind another chapter where it starts out as plot and ends up as nothing more than smut. The scene at Becca and Brian's was over faster than I thought, and I didn't want to post a mini-chapter (I try to shoot for at least 4,000 words per chapter). So I was like, "Hmmm, what can I do with them now?" and the muse responded "How about some rimming and rough anal?" So I was like, "Hells yeah, why not?" I REGRET NOTHING ASDFGHJKL :D
I hope you are all still with me, and looking forward to meeting the Kurtofsky progeny. Because it's coming in the next chapter. OMG SPOILER ALERT As per the usual, reviews are so greatly appreciated and enjoyed.