One of the things that tickled me the most about the reviews for the last chapter was how much people liked the names Melody and Harmony. To give credit where (oodles of) credit is due, I have to admit that LizziePoodle created those names, and is also responsible for Kurt and Dave having twin girls. I think she officially deserves co-writing credit on this fic! GIVE HER SOME LOVE PEOPLE

In addition, enormous thanks to SunMonTues for sharing her experiences of being a mom of twins with me. I love it when my fics get community contributions!

Back to the story! Now with even MOAR babies and smut! XD

The wet, tight suction on Kurt's cock was beyond delightful, as were the backs of two of Dave's knuckles pressing hard against his perineum. To show his gratitude, he pulled down on his husband's hips suspended above him, urging him to thrust even deeper into his throat. He moaned quietly around Dave's dick, tongue swirling around the base. Dave momentarily pulled his mouth off of Kurt and hovered over him, working Kurt's hardness with his fist. "Shhhhh…" he hushed. Kurt let out one last soft whine, barely audible, and continued to swallow Dave down silently. He almost made another sound when his cock was engulfed in the moist heat of Dave's mouth again, but held back. He was close, they were both so close. Just a few more damp sucks and then-

A thin cry bleated through the baby monitor, completely breaking Kurt's concentration. "Nooooo," he groaned around Dave's erection.

Dave pulled his mouth off again, jerking Kurt's slightly softened prick rapidly. "Keep going," he gasped desperately. "We're almost there. She can cry for a minute, just a minute more …" He trailed off as another wail, this one almost imperceptibly different from the first, joined in. "Fuck," he whispered, giving up. He crawled off of Kurt, and flopped back onto the mattress.

Kurt righted himself, and made his way up to the headboard to join Dave. He kissed his shoulder, still breathing a little heavily, and smiled ruefully. "Melody and Harmony Karofsky-Hummel," Kurt said. "Elevating parental cockblocking to an art since November 2031."

He was rewarded with a snorting laugh and a gentle push. "Our princesses demand an audience," said Dave, looking at the digital clock on the nightstand. "12:57am. At least that's a little later than last night. I'm telling you, they're making progress towards sleeping through the night."

"Of course they are," replied Kurt, humoring him. "Any day now." He winced as the cries grew in volume and intensity, their babies feeding off of each other's anxiety. Perhaps they shouldn't have selected an egg donor who could sing, because Kurt was convinced that his vocal prowess combined with hers must have resulted in the loudest babies in all of Chicago. "I'll get the bottles ready this time," he said, getting off the mattress and sliding into the pajama bottoms that had been tossed on the floor beside the bed. He padded to the kitchen, while Dave put on his own sleep pants and made his way to the nursery.

By the time he got there, his daughters' cries had risen to a near-painful cacophony. He walked over to the crib containing his and Kurt's two month old twins, passing by the empty one. They had initially put the girls in separate cribs, but soon found that they slept much better in one. They couldn't move around too much yet, and the pediatrician had said they could stay in the same crib until they were old enough to start bothering each other. Melody and Harmony obviously liked being as close outside the womb as they had been inside it, and their fathers were more than happy to indulge them.

Dave scooped up Melody first, settling her into the crook of his arm before gathering Harmony up in the other and gently working her into position. Kurt had still not quite gotten the hang of picking up both babies at once yet, but Dave had gotten a lot more practice in. While Kurt went off to work each day, Dave stayed home and took care of their daughters. Childcare for two infants in Chicago equaled nearly Dave's entire public school salary, so between that and gas money to Elmhurst, it had been a logical decision for him to become a stay-at-home dad. It wasn't like anyone had to twist his arm, either. As much as he enjoyed coaching other people's kids, it was nothing compared to the joy of watching his daughters grow up under his own eagle eye. It was a lot of work, and sometimes he missed regular daily adult interaction, but it totally worth it.

He walked around the room, gently jostling the still screaming twins and making shushing noises. "Shhhh, shhhh," he said softly. "It's okay, ladies, Daddy's here. Are you hungry? Your other daddy will be in with a midnight snack in no time." Melody's cries quieted slightly, and her sister followed suit. As much as they could wind each other up, they seemed to be able to calm each other down much the same way. Melody opened up tear-drenched dark blue eyes, and stared at her father between wails. "I know, sweetie," Dave said, kissing her scrunched up brow. "I know you're so hungry. We'll make it better just as soon as we can." He began to hum, and both girls quieted further at the sound and the vibrations from Dave's chest. Both twins were still crying, but had chilled out enough that Dave decided to try the glider rocking chair. He settled into the seat, continuing to hum some random tune that he couldn't think of the name of, rocking back and forth and hoping Kurt would come in with the bottles soon.

As if he had read Dave's thoughts, Kurt appeared in the doorway holding two baby bottles. "David Karofsky," he said with mock outrage. "Are you singing The Internet Is for Porn to our innocent little babies?"

Dave chuckled softly. "Is that what that is? I had it in my head, but I couldn't remember where it came from."

Kurt walked over and traded Dave a bottle for Harmony. He sat in the matching glider and guided the bottle's nipple into her tiny mouth. Dave did the same with Melody, and the nursery was suddenly peaceful and still. They rocked in companionable silence, feeding their babies. "Although you know," said Kurt. "If we're doing selections from Avenue Q, I think If You Were Gay might be more appropriate."

"As if you could deliver the lyric, If you were gay (but I'm not gay) with a straight face," said Dave. "Bitch, please."

Kurt laughed. "That was such a great show," he said. "Do you remember that night? We went to Trattoria No. 10 for dinner beforehand. I had that amazing handmade lobster ravioli, with the butter saffron sauce. Do you remember what you had?"

"Some scallop thing, with risotto, I think?" Dave replied. He was the better cook of the two of them by far, but Kurt had a seemingly photographic memory of every restaurant meal he'd ever eaten. They figured it was because he'd spent so many years memorizing wedding menus, and remembering which bride was having the pasta station, and which was having the rack of lamb.

"Right," said Kurt, shifting Harmony up a little. "And that great wine…a Pinot Gris from Tuscany, if I remember correctly. Then we walked to the theater. We went out for drinks after, too, at Aria's."

"I remember more what happened after we got home," said Dave, leering. "I'll tell you, none of our guests would ever sit on that recliner in our living room, if they knew what happened on it."

"Hey, we steam cleaned it afterwards," chuckled Kurt.

"Not a lot of nights out on the town like that these days," said Dave, looking down at Melody. The twins were a lot of work to care for, and neither he nor Kurt was comfortable with the idea of leaving them for several hours with anyone yet, even Becca and Brian. "Do you miss it?" he asked.

"Sometimes," said Kurt honestly. He saw that Harmony was halfway through with her bottle, and starting to drift off. He picked her up to both burp and wake her up; if she didn't finish the whole thing, she'd never sleep until morning. He thumped her tiny back, alternating with rubbing circles until a gigantic belch rang out. How a delicate, two month old baby girl could give any beer-swilling jock a run for his money in the burping department never failed to amuse Kurt and Dave. Smiling, he settled her back into position, noting that her grayish-blue eyes were once again as open as her sister's. Melody rarely drifted off during middle of the night feedings; she was usually way too interested in sucking down the contents of her bottle and looking fixedly at the face of whoever was feeding her to doze off. It was one of many personality differences between them that, twins or not, were becoming obvious to their fathers every day. "Do you?" he asked Dave, picking up the conversation again.

Dave thought about it while he pulled the nipple from Melody's mouth and put her against his shoulder to try and burp her as quickly as possible. If you took her away from the bottle for too long, she would get quite upset and not be afraid to show it in the least by screaming her head off. Melody let loose with an equally loud burp, then started to whimper. Dave got her back into place and the bottle back in before she could work herself up to an actual cry. She looked up at him, staring intently while her sweet little rosebud of a mouth continued to voraciously consume formula. "Sometimes," he said, repeating Kurt's answer. "But this?" he said, looking from Melody over to Harmony, then up to Kurt. "This is so much better than that." He grinned.

Kurt returned his smile. "I couldn't agree more," he said. "I mean, fine wine, epicurean food, Broadway shows…they're a dime a dozen, comparatively speaking. These two are unique, and they only belong to us. I'd much rather watch how they're able to hold their heads up just a little longer every day, and make those sweet little half-smiles, than see another Funny Girl revival."

"It's amazing," said Dave. "And you know, I've been trying to hold them up with their feet on the floor, and they're starting to push against it and bear some of their own weight."

"Really?" said Kurt excitedly. "Doesn't that come a little later, usually?"

Dave beamed. "Yeah, it's more like three to four months, normally. But they rolled over pretty early too, you know. I think they're just really advanced."

"Well, of course they are," said Kurt. Dave gave him a look. "What?"

"Oh God," Dave said. "We've become those parents. The annoying ones who always think their kids are so much smarter and cuter than everyone else's."

"They are annoying," agreed Kurt. "But we're completely different."

"How so?"

Harmony had drained the last of her bottle and was nearly asleep again. Kurt stood up and burped her one last time, then turned to Dave. "Because with our kids, it's true. Duh."

Dave burst into laughter, standing as well. "I guess you have a point," he said. "Here, hand me Sleeping Beauty, and you can burp Bright Eyes over here. I may be the stay at home dad, but you've always been better at getting them to burp without upchucking than me." They traded babies, and Dave laid Harmony on her back in the crib, already sound asleep. He stroked her soft cheek, and the corner of her mouth twitched up adorably at the caress.

Kurt brought Melody over and settled her into the crib beside her sister. She was wide awake, legs and arms kicking spastically and making precious little cooing noises. Her hand popped out and hit Harmony, who slept on as if nothing had happened. Kurt wound up the mobile over the crib, and its puffy moons and stars began to rotate as When You Wish Upon A Star tinkled out. "There you go," said Kurt, pitching his voice even higher than usual. "There's a little entertainment for you. We need to go back to bed; morning comes very early for your daddies." He leaned over the crib and kissed each of them on the cheek. "Love you so much. Have sweet dreams, babies."

Dave leaned over for his kisses. "G'night, sweetie-girls," he said softly. "Daddy loves you." He straightened up and put his arm around Kurt, kissing his temple. Dave sighed happily, and said, "It's hard to believe they're really ours. I love them so much, Kurt. More than I ever thought I could love anyone or anything in my life."

Kurt melted into his embrace, getting sleepy himself. "Mmmm, I know the feeling," he said. "They're the best thing that's ever happened to us, y'know?" He laid his head on Dave's shoulder.

"Okay, Fancy, let's you and I hit the bricks before you fall asleep on your feet," he said. "I know you've got a full day tomorrow. We can't all get to sit around the house all day, eating bon-bons and watching Court TV." It was a joke between them, because of course Dave's day was just as busy, if not busier than Kurt's. Their daughters were more demanding than a barnfull of crazy brides and loopy vendors, and Kurt was convinced that Dave was the most incredible person on the planet for being able to do it so well. If their roles had been reversed, Kurt was sure it'd be a miracle if he even made it out of his pajamas all day. But Dave managed to get the three of them dressed, and into a fairly structured routine of feedings, naps, stroller walks and playtime nearly every single day.

They moved into the bedroom, slipping under the covers. Kurt curled up against Dave, and brought his hand to half-heartedly press against Dave's flaccid cock. "Kurt," said Dave, moving his hand gently away. "It's nearly two in the morning. You have to be up in four and a half hours. Didn't you say the contractors were going to be there by eight?"

"Yeah," mumbled Kurt, knowing his husband was right. It had just been so long since they'd been able to have sex, or at least finish having sex. Between being too tired to even start something, and getting interrupted when they did, they had barely managed to make love a handful of times since bringing Melody and Harmony home from the hospital. Kurt and Dave had each started masturbating again at pre-dating levels of frequency. It took the edge off a little, but it wasn't the same thing at all. "They should be finished tearing down this week, and start painting and putting in the flooring next week."

"Two whole floors of Sheer Elegance," said Dave. "It's must be so awesome to see it come together, little by little."

"It is," said Kurt, pride seeping into his tired voice. "I wish you could see it too." He almost drifted off, but then a thought crossed his mind. "Hey," he said, perking up a little. "Why don't you come down on Thursday afternoon with the girls? I'll take the Metra to work that morning, and we can all drive home together."

"Kurt, you know how hard it is to get out of the house with Melody and Harmony by myself," Dave said. "It's a huge pain in the ass, to be honest."

"I know it is," said Kurt. "But you've been home with them all day long, almost every day for two whole months. I wouldn't ask you to do it often, but just this once, maybe? I'd really love it if I could show you the space all cleared out, so when it's done, you'll be even more blown away by the transformation."

Dave sighed. Kurt was so proud of expanding his business, and God knew his success was what kept them in diapers and formula. It was just, with two, it was so damn complicated to get out the door. Dave was sure there were international military campaigns that took less effort than one parent leaving the house with twin infants. Still, he didn't want to say no to Kurt, who rarely ever asked him to do anything he didn't want to do. And he loved his husband, and was proud of his success. His daughters may have had Dave wrapped around their little fingers, but apparently there was enough of him left to go around Kurt's too. It was more a blessing than a curse, though, so he acquiesced with a chagrined smile. "Okay," he said. "We'll come down in a couple of days. Happy?"

Kurt threw his arms around Dave and squeezed. "Very," he said, before bringing their lips together. He slipped his tongue in to toy gently with Dave's before withdrawing. "Thank you so much, Dave. I hope you know how much I appreciate you, love you. You're a wonderful husband, and an incredible father. I'm so lucky to have you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Hummel," said Dave, kissing the top of his head. "And for the record, I consider myself frigging lucky to have you too. Now get some sleep. I love you."

"Love you too," said Kurt, finally turning over so Dave could spoon him. In moments, all inhabitants of the bungalow were fast asleep.

Two days later, Kurt was escorting his last bride of the day out of his office, along with her mother and maid of honor. There was another group of women on the couch, but they were Darlene's clients, not his. Stacy was on the phone, trying to explain to someone that it was two hundred lavender bows needed, not twenty. They must have been trying to argue, because he heard her say, "Well, if the extra zero isn't that big of a deal, maybe we'll leave one or two off ourselves when we pay your invoice," in a deceptively polite voice. It was the usual cramped, crazy yet happy madhouse; and a moment later, all of those things increased substantially when Dave and the girls came in.

Already in a good mood, Kurt warmed all over at the sight of his family. Dave had their dual baby carrier strapped on, with one baby hanging on each side of his broad chest. Melody and Harmony were both wide awake and staring; they couldn't focus on anything too far away at this point, but they were obviously interested in their new environment. They were rosy-cheeked, and wearing two of Kurt's favorite outfits; a light green jumper over a pink shirt and tights for Melody, and a pink turtleneck with a green pea pod graphic over light green leggings for Harmony. Kurt disliked the idea of dressing them in completely matching outfits (though they had received tons of them from well-meaning guests at their baby shower), but loved having them in tastefully coordinated ones. Dave, for his part, looked absolutely edible in dark jeans and a light blue bowling shirt with black and white accents.

Kurt almost ran over to them, but remembered he was still on the clock. He turned to his clients. "Jennifer, Wendy and Estelle," he said, "thank you so much for coming in this afternoon. I'll make sure the caterers get the changes to the menu, and see if the hotel can free up another small block of rooms." He noticed that they were all looking at Dave and smiling. Kurt could easily read each of their thoughts based on their expressions. Jennifer, the bride, was thinking something along the lines of awwwww, someday Jason will carry our babies around like that; her mother Estelle was clearly thinking isn't it nice that fathers these days are so involved with taking care of their children; and Wendy the Maid of Honor was quite obviously saying I'd like to take him home, peel those babies off of him, and ride him like a bike in her head. He grinned. "Ladies, this is my husband, Dave. And our daughters, Melody and Harmony."

"They're adorable," said Wendy, her ogling barely fading at the information that Dave was both taken and gay. "Are they twins?"

Kurt gave Dave a warning look. Dave was easily irritated by how often they were asked that question by strangers, since even though the girls weren't identical, they were quite clearly the same age and did resemble each other. Dave had been know to respond No, I stole this one from down the road, or Actually, we lucked out and they were having a two for one sale at the hospital, and sometimes Nope, they're triplets but I guess I misplaced one. "Yes, they are," Kurt said pleasantly. "About two and a half months old." He went over to Dave to help unstrap the babies. "Be nice," he whispered.

Dave rolled his eyes, but nodded. At this point, his family had also caught the attention of Darlene's waiting clients, one of whom laughed and said, "Looks like you've got double the trouble."

Dave looked at her and gave her his most charming, underwear-melting smile, which only Kurt and Stacy could tell was completely fake. "I prefer to think of it as double the blessing. Or double the love." This time Kurt rolled his eyes, as every female in the room dissolved in a puddle of goo at the sensitive, sweet words. He was happy to see Darlene come out, not only to help clear the packed lobby, but because it would be refreshing to have someone in the room with no interest in fawning over his husband or babies.

She walked over to the couch, smiling briskly. "Tricia, if you and your party would like to come into my office now?" she said. "I have those chair cover swatches for you to look at." They went into her office, and Jennifer apparently took it as a sign that they should probably get going too. Darlene eyed Kurt. "I didn't know we were planning a family reunion. Usually it's just wedding after wedding around here," she said sarcastically.

"Dave stopped by to take a look at the new space," Kurt said easily. He was immune at this point to her abrasive manner. "Then we're going to Giordano's Pizza to catch some dinner, before heading home."

"Is there a reason I didn't know the bear and your little ankle-biters were coming in today?" she asked.

Kurt grinned at her. "Because then I would have had to listen to you complain about it all day, instead of just now?" Darlene glared at him, then turned on her heel and marched into her office.

"Bye Darlene!" Dave said cheerily, waving wildly. "Lovely to see you again, as always."

Kurt laughed, taking Melody from Dave and holding her against his chest. He kissed her soft brown hair, then leaned over and pressed another to Harmony's thicker, darker hair, which was starting to get some curl to it. "Looks like you made it here fine," he said, lifting his chin to place a third kiss on Dave's lips.

"It took a couple of tries, but I finally made it out the door," Dave said. "The first time, I remembered I'd forgotten to put pacifiers in the bag. The second time, Harmony puked on me, and I had to change my shirt." He tilted his head. "But you were right, once we got going, the change in routine was kind of nice. I guess I do get a little isolated at home all day."

"If it makes you feel better, this is one of my favorite shirts of yours," Kurt teased. "I doubt the first one looked nearly as good."

"You know," said Stacy's voice from behind him, "if you guys get any cuter, the universe might implode." Kurt laughed and Dave blushed. "Kurt, may I put the phones on voice mail for a few minutes, so I can get my baby fix?"

Kurt nodded. "We're only open for another hour anyway. I think that would be fine."

Stacy grinned hugely, pressing a few buttons on the complicated phone system (that Kurt always thought looked as if it could launch a space shuttle if used correctly), and tossing her headset on the desk. "Melly-mel and Harm!" she squealed, holding out her arms. Dave obligingly handed Harmony over. "They've gotten so big. It's only been a few weeks since I saw them last. What are you feeding them, radioactive Wheaties?"

"Only on Thursdays, and every other Sunday," said Kurt, winking. He waited while Stacy fussed over both babies, then said, "Okay, we're going to go down and check out the first floor. We'll be back soon."

"Kurt Hummel!" said Stacy, hands on her hips. "Don't even tell me that you're going to bring these poor babies around all that dust and dirt. It's a hot mess down there, and you know it. Just leave them with me."

"I don't think-" said Dave, but Stacy cut him off.

"Kurt, you've got that Pack n' Play in your office, right?" she said. At her boss's nod, she continued. "I can put one or both of them in there, and keep the phones on voicemail. And Justin's on his way in to drop off some DVDs, so I'll have an extra pair of hands in no time."

"Well…" said Kurt, considering. It was pretty filthy down there. He didn't want his sweet girls breathing in anything nasty, so he started to fold.

"And Darlene's here too." At Kurt's raised eyebrow, she scoffed. "Look, I know she doesn't like kids much. But regardless, it's not like she'd leave your daughters behind if the building caught on fire." Stacy sighed. "Guys, it's a big empty space. It'll take you like what, ten-fifteen minutes to tour it? I think I can handle these two party animals that long."

"She has a point," Kurt said to Dave. "Several, actually."

"All right," Dave grumbled reluctantly. "Let's set up the Pack n' Play. Then you can show me the all the potential awesomeness."

After showing Stacy the location of every single thing in the diaper bag, setting up the portable crib, and being assured she had both their cell phone numbers ("Gee boss, I don't know, I only call your effing cell like, thirty times a day"), Kurt and Dave finally made their way down to the first floor. Formerly a brokerage house, the entire space had been gutted to make room for the bigger and better Sheer Elegance. It wasn't much to look at currently; the cement floor was dirty, the walls had caked on wallpaper glue lingering, and there were sawhorses and drop cloths scattered all over. But when Kurt looked at it, he didn't see anything but what would be.

"We're going to keep the lobby upstairs," he told Dave. And my office, and Darlene's. But all the new stuff will go down here." He gestured to the right side of the room. "This will be the bridal salon," he said. "Instead of running all over town and spending hours at various bridal shops, I'll pick out the best dresses for each bride online, and the shops will messenger them over. They'll try everything on here." He knew it might be a tough sell for some of his clients, but was confident he would win them over easily with his expert eye for picking out the perfect dress.

"Over here," he said, pointing at the back wall, "that's going to be the video/photo editing suite." Justin and Kurt's new photographer, Zoe Hamilton, would be moving most of their equipment to Sheer Elegance, instead of working out of their apartments like before. It was more impressive and professional looking, as opposed to having Zoe and Justin crammed into Kurt's office with each bride and her entourage. Plus the clients would be able to ooh and ahh over all the fancy cameras, computers and lights.

Dave watched as Kurt's cheeks began to flush a little with his enthusiasm, Dave noticed. Kurt was wearing slim black dress pants, along with an eggplant colored shirt and black tie with tiny, almost imperceptible white dots. He rarely had time to appreciate any of Kurt's outfits in the mornings anymore, and hadn't noticed his attire upstairs either, what with all the distractions. But between the well-fitting clothes and confident, happy demeanor, Dave was starting to feel more than a little turned on by his husband.

Kurt, oblivious to the shift in Dave's attention, indicated the left side of the room. "This is going to be the biggest and most expensive part of the renovation, but it's going to be fantastic when it's finished. Becky Thielke, the new florist I hired, will be setting up shop here. We're going to have a three door, combination storage and display cooler installed. There'll also be a nice big workspace, and a small sitting area for consultations." Kurt knew with the cooler, his power bill was going to triple, but he'd crunched the numbers and knew he could make it work. Flowers were one of the top five expenses in the average wedding budget, and if Kurt could see those thousands of dollars per bride fall into his pocket instead of an outside vendor, the investment would be extremely sound.

He turned back to Dave. "It's going to be so cool," he enthused. "The brides will be able to have…well, if not their total wedding experience under one roof, at least a good part of it. I think I'll get most if not all of them using the in-house services fairly easily. I can offer a discount to them on services, since we're also making money from the coordination fees, or roll it all into a package if they prefer. I'll still be making plenty of commissions from the services we don't offer, like venues, catering, and DJ. The people I've hired – Justin, Zoe and Becky – they're so talented, I wouldn't be surprised if I had other planners, or just people planning their own weddings wanting to get their flowers or whatever here." He drew closer to Dave, smiling, and took his hand. "We're right on target so far. I predict I'll be able to pay back the bank loan in full within three years, maybe less if it all really takes off. But even with the loan, my income should go up substantially. Not that it's all about the money."

"No?" said Dave, smiling back.

Kurt looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it to the second floor, where his daughters hopefully were doing just fine with Stacy. "Over the years, I've spent countless hours in the car, stuck in shit-tastic Chicago traffic, going from florist to bridal shop to photographer, etcetera. This will eliminate so much of that. It'll give me more time with you and the girls. No more having to hover over so many flaky vendors, because a good portion of them will actually work directly for me, and I've only hired the best and most trustworthy. I should be able to do some stuff from home, even, like reviewing the dresses." He looked back at Dave, his eyes going soft. "I like making money, and I really like being successful. But if it meant a heavier workload, or even the same one, I wouldn't even bother."

Dave looked at him, and both his love and physical desire for Kurt overwhelmed him in an instant. He grabbed Kurt's shoulders and yanked him forward, crushing their mouths together. Kurt was still for a moment, but got with the program quickly. He wrapped his arms around Dave, thrusting against him and hardening inside his pants quickly. Dave dragged his lips down to Kurt's jaw roughly. "I'm so fucking hot for you right now," he gasped. The sexual tension between them peaked almost painfully. "I'd give anything for you to fuck me. Right here, right now."

Kurt pulled one hand off of Dave's shoulder, bringing it down to Dave's crotch and rubbing the hardness he found there. "Yeah," he said breathily. There was a little voice in the back of his head that suggested maybe this wasn't the time or the place, but he and Dave's cocks obviously disagreed. "Let's…let me fuck you, Dave." He pushed until the backs of Dave's legs hit a sawhorse, scrabbling the whole time at the fly of Dave's jeans and yanking it open. He pulled the denim off of his hips, and grabbed at his arms to turn him around. Kurt pushed hard on Dave's back, so that he fell forward and grasped the top of the sawhorse with his hands. He caressed Dave's ass with one hand, while managing to get his own pants unhooked and pushed down with the other.

"Kurt," moaned Dave, trying to keep his head, at least somewhat. "We… we don't have any condoms."

"I don't give a fuck," said Kurt harshly, and he didn't. He and Dave were both clean, had been completely STD-free since before they even reunited. They used condoms because it made the cleanup so much easier, and it really didn't take anything away from the experience to use them. They'd had anal sex hundreds of times, but could count on both hands how many times they'd barebacked; always because they'd run out of condoms unexpectedly. He was going to slide his prick up into Dave, so deep, and fuck the shit out of him until they both exploded. He brought his hand between the cheeks of Dave's ass and rubbed against his puckered hole.

"Fuck, Kurt," Dave cried out, harder and more desperate that he'd been in recent memory. As Kurt's finger began to prod, though, he came back to himself. "Babe, we don't…shit, there's no lube."

Kurt froze. He'd been so out of control, and so used to having lube handy when he needed it, it had completely slipped his mind. He looked around wildly, like a bottle might mysteriously appear from nowhere. Of course there was nothing, and he took his hand away. "Sorry," he said, laying his palm on Dave's ass cheek and trying to calm down a little. He barked out a laugh. "Got a little carried away there."

"S'okay," said Dave, panting. He rose off the sawhorse and faced Kurt, both of them with their hard dicks out and their pants scrunched below their hips. He reached for Kurt, pulling him close so their erections rubbed against each other.

"Oh, Dave," groaned Kurt. "Still want you so bad. Let's pick up where we left off the other night." He sank to his knees, grabbing Dave by the elbows and tugging him down as well. They kissed sloppily, gasping and moaning; then Kurt dragged Dave forward, landing with his back on the dirty floor. Dave came up almost immediately, yanking off Kurt's dress shoes, and pulling off his pants and underwear in one quick movement. He shed his own jeans and boxers, then reversed direction and straddled Kurt's chest. He bent forward to take Kurt into his mouth, lifting the bottom of the purple dress shirt out of the way. Dave ran his tongue over Kurt's piercing, following it up with a gentle rake of his bottom teeth over the metal bar.

"Unh!" shouted Kurt, grabbing blindingly for and finding Dave's cock. He guided it to his mouth, sucking it in deeply. They blew each other messily, all lips and tongues and dripping saliva; grunting and moaning with mouths crammed full. They were both so needy, so desperate that it took no time at all for both of them to fall over the edge. Kurt went first, filling Dave's mouth with his hot come, and his husband quickly followed suit. They each swallowed each other's load down and collapsed, rolling to the side.

After a few moments, their breathing began to slow. Kurt licked his lips. "So," he said. "You like the new space?"

"I think you've got a winner," replied Dave.

There was a moment of silence, then they both dissolved into laughter.

I can speak from experience and say that when you've got a little one (or ones), sometimes you just need to seize the moment, even if there's not much time, or the ambiance is lacking. It gives a whole new meaning to "making it work." Hee! ;) In many ways, this chapter brought back so many memories for me; my teen was a baby a long time ago, but it was amazing what came back to me as soon as I started writing.

I would love to know what you thought of this chapter, and how our Kurtofsky family is coming along. Reviews make every hour of writing SO worthwhile!