Sorry guys - short chapter again, the next one will be up quick.

Chapter four

Dave stood up and awkwardly removed his shirt and tossed it on the bench. He had often taken his clothes off if front of the guys after games but this time it was extremely humiliating. He glanced over at Kurt who was just sitting on the bench with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his legs clamped tight together. His face was a picture of defiance.

"C'mon Fancy," Dave said gently, "Let's just get this over with. Start taking off your clothes."

"No way! Do you think I'm going to make it easy for them? They can just come over here and take my clothes off me. Go ahead strip the fag's until he's naked!" Kurt shouted at the group of jocks. "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of catching the gay?"

The jocks looked uncomfortable but determined and started to move towards the smaller boy. Dave could tell this could get very ugly really fast if he didn't do something. "Fancy, do you think they're going to care about your designer clothes? Do you really want buttons being ripped off your Abercrombie-whatsit shirt or your new jeans trampled on by these idiots?"

Kurt looked horrified; he hadn't thought it through that far. "Okay! Never mind!" he called out to the jocks. "I'll just strip myself," and with that he leaped up and started to unzip his jeans.

After stripping, the two boys stood in their underwear feeling very subdued and anxious, thinking their own private thoughts. Dave wasn't sure they would get through this without a beating and he knew there were too many of them for him to protect Kurt. Kurt was strong and well built, all smooth planes and lines and unblemished skin. He couldn't stand the idea that Kurt's beauty could be tarnished in anyway.

Kurt was worried about Dave, of all the ways that Dave may have feared to come out of the closet, this must be his worst nightmare. Kurt glanced sideways at Dave and sucked in his breath, even in a desperate situation like he was in now, he couldn't help but ogle the larger boy beside him. He decided that Dave was definitely a good looking specimen of man; tall, broad shouldered, and a light covering of hair on his defined chest. The jock was definitely his type.

"Move closer together." Az ordered like some demented director as he looked through the camera's viewfinder.

Kurt was actually happy to move closer to Dave for comfort, more than anything. He whispered under his breath, "you should have just shoved me around a bit and called me names, Dave. Then you could have come out when you were ready to instead of being forced out…"

"Ah c'mon fancy, would you really rather me to bully you than have me kiss you? Am I that horrible?" Dave whispered back trying to make it sound like a joke but Kurt could sense the underlying insecurity.

"Oh I'm all for kissing hot half naked men. It's my dream come true. It's not you I have an aversion to, but the circumstances."

"You really think I'm hot?" Dave says under his breath, glancing at Kurt, blushing and flattered.

Kurt smiled and returned Dave's warm stare. "You know what? Screw the circumstances! I'm going to think of this as training for future love scenes when I'm a famous actor. When I'm with Brad Pitt or Robert Pattinson, doing a steamy love scene, I'll have to kiss them in front of strangers milling around with cameras. This is not much different."

Dave grinned and rubbed the back of his nexk bashfully, "Thanks for not adding any pressure Kurt. Are you really going to compare me with Brad or Robert?"

"Don't worry Dave, they don't stand a chance against you."

Dave looked insanely pleased. "Hey Az," he shouted, "Lights, camera, action! Are we doing this any time soon or what?"

Azimio just scowled. "I'm ready fag!" This was not going according to his plan.