Head in the Clouds – Pt. 8
By GayforKurt
Summary: Ten years after leaving Lima, Kurt has found fame and fortune. Life should have been great, but what is success without love – or a reasonable facsimile?
A/N 1: A warning for mature content ahead that depicts relations of a sexual nature between loving, committed partners. Thank you, everyone, who took the time to read this embarrassingly sentimental acknowledgement of my love for the marvel that is Kurtofsky.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did there would be more boys kissing boys and definitely no bullying!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dave's Armani tuxedo fit him like the proverbial glove and he blushed furiously when his mom gasped as he stepped out of the bedroom. Her eyes were huge and shining as she smiled at him and he fidgeted with the beautiful tie pin in his ascot, waiting for the inevitable comments.
"Oh, Davey, you look wonderful. Just like one of those models we always see!" She went over and tugged his head down so she could kiss his heated cheek.
"Come on, Helen, let the boy breathe, you're embarrassing him," Paul interrupted her gushing but he smiled and nodded as he looked at his son. He'd seen Dave dressed nicely before, though not very often, but his son did look like a million bucks. Unexpectedly, his eyes stung as he suddenly flashed on Dave as a toddler trying to run after his older sister with whom he had been playing, his eyes determined and his green eyes glowing. Paul couldn't believe that little boy was standing here in front of him, all grown up, and he turned around to rub a hand surreptitiously across his eye.
He cleared his throat and moved to pick up his coat from the back of the couch. "Well, let's not keep the driver waiting…" and turned to smile at his family. His wife looked beautiful in a champagne colored gown and faux mink stole, amber crystals twinkling at her ears and wrists. She had had her hair done at one of those fancy salons and she had never looked better or happier.
Giving David one last peck, she headed out ahead of Paul, chattering away and oblivious to her husband's near brush with emotion. Dave suspected, though, as he'd seen a funny look come into his dad's eyes. He gave them a minute's head start before locking up the apartment and following them downstairs to the waiting limousine.
GLEE
Vivian hurried into the hotel's vast kitchen to confer with Chef Brinn after having hastily deposited her mom and boyfriend at the venue. The room had looked heavenly and as dusk was falling, some of the lights had been on already and the famous skyline was living up to its reputation. Now she just had a few last-minute things to take care of and she swallowed nervously, crossing her fingers and looking heavenward for back-up.
Chef Brinn greeted her with a hug and an exclamation at her gorgeous, crimson gown over which she had draped a black, fringed lacy shawl. She had left her coat at the check but because the gown showed a bit of cleavage, she had brought the shawl as a discreet cover up. She moved further into the kitchen as she chatted with Chef, inhaling the wonderful aromas that greeted her.
It was T-minus 30 minutes and counting and she couldn't help the way her heart had speeded up. This was a huge undertaking for her and she needed to prove to Kurt that his business was in her capable hands. The presence of the press didn't calm her nerves at all and even though the paparazzi wasn't doing that yelling, screaming thing they were notorious for, it was still a bit of an ordeal as the guests arrived and walked up the white carpet. She thanked heaven, too, that the weather had cooperated and though it was very cold, it was not wet.
Excusing herself from Chef Brinn, Vivian spoke over the phone with several staff members from Kurt Hummel Events who would be assisting her tonight. They went down the checklist to assure her and themselves that every base had been covered and even the unexpected would be handled with professionalism. At ten minutes to the hour, the string quintet started playing; guests moved into the huge penthouse ballroom, exclaimed over the magnificent décor and then took their seats. There was a hum of excitement when Jeremy and his family arrived and Vivian looked around for the other special guests.
She finally spied Dave standing not too far away from her but in her anxiety she hadn't even noticed him. Her eyes widened as she observed him in that fabulous tuxedo and congratulated herself for having a good eye. She moved over to him and touched his arm. As he acknowledged her but continued to stare around the room, she knew who he was waiting for, of course.
Her boss had yet to arrive, which was beginning to make her nervous but she had to go and greet the minister who was officiating so she had no time to worry. Giving Dave's arm one last reassuring pat, she moved away to intercept the old gentleman. Dave nodded absently and swallowed nervously; he hoped neither his sister nor Kurt would be late even though he knew it was traditional for the bride to be late, or so he had heard.
Suddenly, Dave realized that Jeremy Hallandsby was standing beside him rather than at the front of the room and his eyes grew worried as he looked at his sister's fiancé. Before he could voice his concern, however, Pat and Kurt appeared beside him and Dave sighed in huge relief.
He grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him close, his eyes devouring his beloved in that absolutely stunning tuxedo and he couldn't help but kiss his hand. Kurt's suit, Armani, of course, was teamed with a pink satin ascot and the pattern of his tuxedo picked up the same color mixed with pale grays and violets. The platinum stick pin for his ascot held a large diamond in a bevel cut which was echoed in his cuff links. He looked expensive and stylish, as usual, and Dave was blown away by his beauty.
A cleared throat brought their attention back to the others and Jeremy smiled at them. "I know we didn't rehearse the ceremony but Pat has told me what she wants to happen. Sweetheart?" He looked down at Pat and she spoke to the boys.
"I told Vivian that this wasn't going to exactly be a traditional ceremony, yes?" They all nodded because they had gotten that from all the chatter she and Vivian had done. "Well, everyone has to be seated, you boys up front, of course, and then Jeremy and I will process up the aisle, got it?"
Everybody nodded again; yes, they got it and Dave rolled his eyes good-naturedly at her. He was certain that even though Viv had been the event planner, his sister had probably had her fingers in every pot. She continued.
"You boys go ahead and find your seats. You'll be sitting with mom and dad, and then Jeremy and I will follow in five minutes," she told them bossily. Jeremy looked at her fondly and then nodded at the boys to go ahead. As they moved off, they could see her nod to Vivian who, in turn, nodded to the leader of the musical ensemble. As the music swelled gently, the last of the guests took their seats. Everyone settled down and the minister took his place to await the happy couple.
Jeremy glanced down at his beautiful bride, taking in her lacy, cream-coloured mermaid style gown. She was wearing a white fox fur wrap and her dark hair was in a sleek chignon held with a spray of white flowers, the names of which he would never know. Crystals sparkled among the flowers and the diamonds at her ears and neck blazed in the soft candlelight. Patricia had been adamant about the veil and bouquet and insisted that since she was going up the aisle with Jeremy and didn't have bridesmaids either, they were totally unnecessary. Besides, she clinched the argument, it wasn't as if this was a first wedding for either of them.
Jeremy was not nervous at all about the next several minutes but he knew she was so he squeezed her hand comfortingly. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Nervous?"
At her slight nod, though she never moved her eyes from the front of the room and the minister, he whispered again, "Don't be. Everything will be fine. You look so beautiful."
She finally looked up at him and smiled happily, her eyes moist but shining. "So do you," she teased and giggled when he chuckled. They faced forward once more and when it was time, they both moved sedately up the aisle to the sound of Pachelbel's beautiful 'Canon in D'.
Inevitably, the sniffles started and women pulled out hankies and some men pretended something was in their eyes. Regardless, as the music serenaded them, the couple beamed at their guests and as they reached the minister they turned to the assembly. The music wound down gradually and everyone looked expectantly at Pat who had stepped forward slightly.
"Thank you all for joining my fiancé, Jeremy, and our families to share in this very special occasion. I want you to bear with me as I explain a new development to you."
She turned to the minister and Jeremy and they both nodded. She looked at the front row where their parents and family were sitting and held out her hand. "Dave and Kurt, please."
The boys stared at her with horrified eyes, Kurt turning pale even as Dave grasped his hand tightly. After several long seconds they both rose, moving toward Pat and Jeremy as if in a trance. They didn't even hear the murmurs of the guests; all they could hear was white noise.
As they reached her, Pat took both their hands in hers and turned back to their guests. "Jeremy and I and our family have decided that my brother…" and here she choked up slightly, "and his beloved Kurt, should wed in our stead." She was shaking ever so slightly and she looked at both boys in turn with a softly pleading expression, begging them silently to forgive her little deception.
They were speechless as they looked from Pat to Jeremy who was smiling and nodding agreement to their family, both sets, and Kurt suddenly realized that, as he had arrived so late, he hadn't noticed Burt, Carole, Finn, Rachel and the twins seated across the aisle from them. Heaven only knew how Rachel had kept the twins from yelling out "Uncle Kurt!"
He and Dave came to the realization at the same time; all of them had been in on it, even Kurt's assistant Vivian, and nobody had breathed so much as a word. Tears spilled down Kurt's porcelain cheeks as he looked over at his fiancé. Dave moved over to hug him, handing him his handkerchief at the same time and whispering soft words that only Kurt could hear.
Pat had moved over to Jeremy who was now hugging her consolingly as half the congregation broke into applause and the other half tried not to dissolve. No one could have guessed that they were in for such a shock and the members of the press scrambled to find relatively secluded areas to call in this surprise development to their respective news desks.
Finally, everybody settled down and a now composed Kurt and Dave moved to stand directly in front of the minister with Pat and Jeremy flanking them. The minister cleared his throat and began to speak.
"I think I can say with all assurance that there is a lot of love in this room this evening." He paused for the murmurs of assent to die down. "I can also honestly say that after several decades in this business, this is definitely a first!"
Once again he paused but this time it was laughter that ran through the room. "Nevertheless, let us begin. Dearly beloved…" and the beautiful familiar words rolled over all those assembled there.
When it came to the part for the rings to be exchanged, there was a horrified little pause as Kurt and Dave stared at each other, aghast. As Dave started stuttering out, "but we don't…", Jeremy moved forward beside Kurt as Pat moved beside Dave. They each handed over rings that Dave could have sworn looked familiar and as they took the proffered rings, he realized that they fit perfectly too.
They handed the rings to the minister who blessed them, pronounced them husbands to each other, and then presented them to the waiting assemblage. Dave and Kurt hugged each other (they didn't kiss) and looked out at their laughing, applauding guests. It was clear some had been in on the whole thing but some others still looked a little stunned at the switch.
As the reception was going to be held in the same area there was no processional out but the newlyweds were escorted over to an area near the windows for the obligatory photo session. Photographers scrambled to get good positions as they knew there probably would not be another event exactly like this for a very long time, if ever.
Kurt glowed as he stared down at his left hand; upon his ring finger now resided not only the beautiful engagement ring Dave had given him so recently, but a stunning tri-color band with a morganite gem gleaming up at him. The two rings perfectly complemented each other and he promised himself he would find out who the culprit had been who'd found them.
Dave couldn't stop smiling, his green eyes aglow as he hugged his beautiful husband who, just a few short minutes ago, had been his fiancé. He promised payback with his eyes to his sister and Jeremy but they just raised their glasses and laughed aloud, watching the happy couple take their wedding photos. Almost everyone held champagne flutes in their hands and laughter and happy chatter resounded in the ballroom.
GLEE
After the last photographer had taken his last shot, Dave and Kurt gathered themselves to face their unexpected guests and found themselves suddenly inundated by Kurt's former glee club pals. Mercedes was the first of the wave of people to reach them, tackling Kurt in a huge bear hug and, heedless of her makeup, proceeded to kiss him enthusiastically. Dave thought he might have to rescue his husband but he found himself with an armful of Brittany and, surprisingly, Santana.
Everyone was laughing and chatting at once and, if there were a few stray tears, nobody was mentioning them. The Gleeks were all trying to hug the newlyweds and it was a joyful though confusing few minutes for Kurt and Dave. Finally, they were able to make their way over to their respective parents and another round of hugs began. Seriously, Kurt couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so mussed in a public setting but he wasn't about to complain. His heart was full to bursting as he was held for a few extra minutes by Burt. His dad was as teary-eyed as the women as he whispered in Kurt's ear, "I love you, son. Be happy."
When they were eventually extricated from the happy well-wishers by a laughing Pat, she led them over to their head table to be seated as the guests sorted themselves out as to who would sit where. Kurt and Dave beamed at their loved ones and friends, waving every now and again to someone or other that they hadn't as yet gotten a chance to greet. Finally, Jeremy, who was apparently the unofficial MC for the surprise ceremony, got everyone's attention by rising and tapping his wineglass with the tines of his fork.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… David and Kurt Hummel Karofsky!"
Kurt's mouth fell open comically as his husband laughed at him, though he too was a little taken aback at the name combination. Thunderous applause rolled over them, interspersed by a few cheers and whistles. This went on for a little while until Jeremy indicated he was continuing.
"I know my fiancée Pat was the main instigator of this little surprise but, though I had my doubts, we all fell in with her plans… and I'm glad I did. I don't think it's too soon to learn who the boss is in this relationship." Here laughter interrupted him and several men nodded wisely. "Over the last week and a half, I came to realize that, although Kurt and David had decided to commit to each other and David had surprised the devil out of Kurt by actually proposing, I came to understand that, given their very different and equally busy lifestyle, it might have been a while before they'd plan a wedding."
Here he paused to take a sip of the cooling wine in his glass, then continued. "I hope they can forgive us for taking things into our own hands and converting what would have been Pat and my ceremony into theirs. Here I want to thank especially Vivian Larasi, Kurt's executive assistant, for acceding to my fiancée's no doubt unorthodox request and pulling everything off without Kurt being none the wiser."
Applause broke out again as everyone gave a round of applause to a blushing Vivian who was seated at a nearby table with her mom and boyfriend. She nodded graciously as she accepted Jeremy's thanks and then blew a kiss to Kurt.
"The staff of Kurt Hummel Events is to be commended as well for accomplishing this beautiful setup, and all while keeping it mum from their boss, too." More applause greeted this and the various staff members standing at the periphery of the room waved briefly as they, too, acknowledged the commendation. "Finally, I want to thank Dave and Kurt's family and friends who dropped whatever they'd been doing to make the trip up to New York at such short notice. Please, let us raise our glasses to the newlyweds in a toast to their everlasting happiness and future successes. To Kurt and Dave!"
All the wedding guests rose to their feet with their glasses in the air and toasted the blushing couple and when they leaned towards each other and kissed, the cheers and laughter reverberated throughout the spacious ballroom.
"Now, without further ado, I will take my seat and allow you gracious folks to enjoy the wonderful food that Chef Brinn has prepared for us. Bon appétit!" He sat down amidst hearty applause and turned to Pat who smiled proudly at him and hugged him happily. He had assured her earlier when she had asked him to take over the job as MC that he'd had enough experience with family weddings and would be happy to do it for her beloved brother and his fiancé. Pat hugged him and planted a soft kiss on his smooth cheek, telling herself she would have to find a very special way to make all this up to him.
Kurt leaned across Dave to thank Jeremy as well, and Dave reached across to squeeze Pat's hand, saying he'd never been so surprised by anything in his life. Pat blushed and smiled misty-eyed at her brother and Kurt, choking up a little as she reached over to squeeze Kurt's hand as well.
"Okay, if this love-fest is over, the servers are waiting on us, folks," Jeremy interrupted quietly, hugging Pat with one arm and smiling at the other couple.
They looked up, surprised to see that some of the guests had already started tucking into the fabulous food that Vivian and Chef Brinn had provided. The maître d' asked them to choose from the discreet little menu cards that they hadn't even noticed and, once they'd made their selections and been served, they turned their attention at last to the serious business of eating.
One final surprise for Kurt and Dave was the cake. Now, everyone knew that, apart from the couple getting hitched in a ceremony either traditional or non-traditional, the next main event was the revealing of the cake and the eventual cake-cutting ceremony. Not to be outdone, Vivian had ordered a cake from one of Kurt's favorite bakeries in New York. As they were led over to a curtained alcove, she smiled in anticipation of Kurt's facial expressions when the cake would be revealed in all its glory.
Kurt smiled at her as he held Dave's hand, mouthing the words, "Thank you" and she smiled back before moving aside. At a discreet signal from her, the curtains were pulled back and a gasp went through the assembled guests, most loudly from Kurt.
Ah, the cake! Everyone oohed and aahed as the baby spotlights bathed the towering five-tier beauty in white light. Every layer was square and covered in ivory fondant. There were no girly flowers or pearly beads; instead black filigree tracery wound its elegant way up to the very top which was crowned with a sparkling Swarovski crystal topper in Dave and Kurt's initials.
Applause erupted and light bulbs flashed. Kurt clapped his hands and bobbed on the balls of his feet, just barely restraining himself from jumping up and down. Hey, he was a married man now; he had to show a little restraint! Regardless, there was no doubt that Kurt had fallen love at first sight of his wedding cake and Dave hugged him with one arm, smiling down at his husband's obvious joy.
Finally, after the cake-cutting ceremony in which neither Kurt nor Dave smashed cake into each other's face, the maître d' took the honor of serving the guests himself. The guests had a choice of three different cakes; two tiers were two-layer brandy-infused chocolate cakes with a rich German chocolate ganache filling; one was a pink-tinted passion fruit cake with a creamy lime filling and two were white cakes with a lemon and pineapple custard filling. As the layers were cut to serve the guests, it became obvious that the cakes alternated chocolate (at the bottom), white, pink (passion fruit), white again and, finally, with the crystal topper, chocolate. Even as it was being demolished, the wedding cake was still mouth-wateringly eye-catching.
In addition, guests were treated to a whimsical display of mini cupcakes sporting wild decorations that looked as if they'd been designed by a gifted, food-loving six-year-old. It was cutesy but everyone seemed to enjoy the light-hearted feel of the unusual little cakes. Finally, on each table, guests found silver- and gold-foil wrapped favors that turned out to be chocolate truffles. On the bottom of each wrapper was printed Dave and Kurt's initials designed to look just like the crystal cake topper.
The guests, replete with good food and wine, started to speculate as to how Kurt's staff had pulled off such a spectacular switch in such a short time. Vivian, a mischievous smirk on her face, explained to guest after guest that that was just how good they all were. Certainly, many of the guests left that night singing the praises of not only Chef Brinn's fabulous food, but the efficiency of the hotel staff and the brilliance of Kurt's firm, as well.
GLEE
Finally, while their guests ate the delicious cakes, Kurt and Dave had made their speeches – reducing some of the women to tears – and then the reception continued to the next and final stage. Kurt and Dave had had the obligatory dances with each other, their moms, Pat and the female contingent of the one-time glee club. In addition, Kurt had had one dance each with his dad and Finn.
The lights eventually dimmed for the party segment of the evening but the almost white moonlight coming through the penthouse windows only added to the romantic atmosphere. It was while he was dancing with Mercedes and catching up as much as they could on the intervening years that she asked Kurt the one question no one else had asked. Surprised, Kurt almost stepped on her foot but recovered to smile, amazed, at his old friend.
"Where are we going to live? 'Cedes, I hadn't given it a thought at all!"
He looked around the dance floor for his husband and when he spotted him dancing with Santana, his thoughts almost got derailed by a short flashback to their junior prom, but he shook it off. Dave must have felt him looking because, in an eerie echo of the same flashback, looked into Kurt's eyes; this time there was love and desire shining in the glowing green-gold eyes.
Kurt blew him a kiss and laughed inwardly as Dave started to maneuver Santana over to where he and Mercedes were barely swaying to the music. Luckily, Brittany had just moved towards them so when she snagged Santana to dance with her, Kurt moved happily into his husband's arms.
The happy couple danced for a while in a close embrace, both of them having removed the tuxedo jackets by now, and Kurt rested his head against Dave's chest. With a soft murmur, he lifted his lips for a kiss and, once Dave had indulged him, pulled back to say, "Dave, sweetie, where are we going to live?"
He chuckled deviously as Dave missed a step but he didn't blame him; he gazed patiently at his husband's surprised face and raised an eyebrow at him. Dave gazed back at Kurt and shook his head. "To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it at all. This whole thing sort of came out of left field, didn't it?"
Kurt laughed lightly and stroked Dave's chest with a possessive hand. "Tonight you'll be staying with me but, after that, we have got to talk seriously, sweetie. Maybe we could use my place as a base here in New York; after all, the business is based here. I think, though, that we should look for a house. What do you think?"
Dave still looked a little dazed but he rallied enough to nod. "Yes, of course, I'd always thought that when I married, I would prefer to live in a house rather than a flat." He leaned down to plant another quick kiss on Kurt's tempting lips and then smiled. "That's all good but, hey, first we have to decide on where to go for a honeymoon."
Now it was Kurt's turn to look gobsmacked, but he recovered quickly and grinned. "Hmmm, maybe we could just hole up in my apartment for the next few days and order in food when we got hungry. How does that idea grab ya?"
Dave burst out laughing, drawing the attention of their guests to the two chuckling men. He shook his head, though. "Nah, everyone would know we were there; we wouldn't get any peace. What about a trip to, say, Europe; maybe even one of those river cruises or something."
He quirked one of his slanted eyebrows at Kurt, a habit that Kurt absolutely loved though he'd never voiced it. Dave waited for his husband to think about it and then Kurt smiled. "Yes, that sounds wonderful, sweetie. I don't know anyone who's gone on one; everyone seems to want to do the Caribbean cruise thing or to Alaska. That's so last century."
Dave rubbed his nose against Kurt's tip-tilted one and then smiled, happy that he'd surprised and pleased his love. "Okay, maybe we can sic Vivian onto the travel agencies; see what else she can come up with at such short notice, eh?"
Kurt laughed and agreed. "Yes, and as it would be at such short notice, the press probably wouldn't get wind of it. Mr. Hummel Karofsky, I quite like the way you think!"
They laughed together again and then made their way off the dance floor towards an unsuspecting Vivian. Cornering her for a private word, the couple explained to her what they'd come up with and she squealed, hugging them both before assuring them that she would get on it first thing in the morning.
Though the next day would be Saturday, Kurt's employees were accustomed to working on weekends, holidays, whenever. That was the nature of the beast when your job was to cater to other people's whims. At least the pay was good, they consoled themselves sometimes.
At last, Jeremy announced that the newlyweds were about to leave and everyone clapped and cheered as a blushing Kurt and beaming Dave ran out of the ballroom amidst showers of confetti; no rice, because seriously, fertility was never going to be an issue.
Laughing breathlessly, they dashed into the elevator, still being trailed by some of their tipsy guests. Dave sighed deeply as the doors closed on the boisterous sounds of the partiers and vaguely obscene wedding night suggestions from some of the guys. He turned to Kurt, a predatory gleam in his eye and pushed his giggling husband into a corner.
Kurt drew a deep breath before Dave's mouth descended on his and he moaned, reveling in the feel of his horny husband rubbing against him insistently. However, while he was enjoying it, he didn't really want to start the best part of their wedding night in a hotel lift. With one last lick, he eased his husband away from him and smiled.
Rubbing a hand soothingly down Dave's cheek he then rested his head on his chest and sighed happily. "I can't wait to get home and have my wicked way with you. I've been half-turned on the whole night." He laughed as he heard Dave's quick, indrawn breath.
Dave slapped his butt in retaliation for that and then caressed it. Before he could do more, though, the lift doors opened and they hurried through the foyer, dodging the last of the paparazzi, a hardy few that had stayed behind. Thankfully, their limousine driver had been alerted to their imminent departure so they dashed quickly down the white carpet and dived into the backseat.
The car pulled away quickly from the curb and as it made its way homeward, the two men in the backseat saw nothing and no one but each other. The large, pale moon followed the unheeding lovers as they were whisked home.
GLEE
They burst into Kurt's penthouse, oblivious for once of the breath-taking Manhattan skyline revealed outside the gleaming glass and a low hanging moon that some heavenly scene setter had hung just for them. Coats, jackets, waistcoats, ascots – everything that impeded immediate gratification of the need for skin – were discarded on the way to Kurt's huge bed.
Dave groaned piteously as Kurt's devastating mouth kissed and licked and teased down his hungry body. His large hands grabbed Kurt's hair and tugged gently but his husband seemed to be on a mission to reduce him to a puddle of lust. Kurt grabbed Dave's straining organ and licked as if it was the last ice-cream cone on a particularly hot day. Dave surrendered to his beloved incubus, thanking every deity ever worshipped for Kurt's oral fixations. Every time they'd made love, Kurt had spent long, exhausting minutes sucking on various parts of Dave's anatomy. He writhed and groaned but finally pulled Kurt up into a deep kiss.
"Dave, oh Dave, sweetie, now, now!" Kurt's breathy, alto voice was always a turn on for Dave and right now was no exception. Dave fumbled for the jar of expensive lube he'd found in a specialty store and that Kurt particularly loved, and proceeded to prep his husband. Kurt writhed on top of him, desperate for the feel of Dave's fingers inside of him, anticipating their eventual joining.
Dave, though caught up with stretching and lubing Kurt, was still aware enough through the haze of lust, to admire Kurt's gleaming porcelain skin, his hard little pink nipples and that long neck that just begged to be licked and nibbled and marked. They both moaned as Dave's fingers found Kurt's prostate and they spent several seconds just enjoying the way Kurt's hot body ground down into Dave's groin in reaction.
Finally, Kurt ripped open the condom he'd retrieved and slid the super thin, super strong latex down over Dave's leaking prick. Gasping softly, he positioned himself then paused with its tip resting against his opening and, staring fixedly into Dave's lust-blown eyes, slid down until he could go no further. They both groaned at the feel; Dave because Kurt was so hot, so tight, and Kurt because his husband was so deliciously well-endowed.
When Kurt finally adjusted to the welcome fullness, he started riding Dave, his small soft hands kneading his husband's hard, silk-covered chest. Dave gripped his hips, his large hands splayed for maximum coverage on the hot, slender body writhing atop him, and threw his head back, groaning. Though they had made love before this, it had consisted mostly of hand jobs and blow jobs and Dave was unprepared for the way Kurt, riding him like a man possessed, dominated his larger, heavier body.
His eyes rolled back into his head and he cried out loud as Kurt clenched on his shaft, combining the slow, torturous rise and fall of his hips with an occasional roll. "Oh, God, Kurt, Kurt. Unh!"
Kurt sped up his movements at that, turned on beyond belief by the fact that he was riding his husband – his husband! At that thought, he lost his rhythm at last and cried out, sinking his nails into Dave's chest. Dave let go of his hips, wrapped his long arms around his beautiful husband and sat up. Crying out at the way the change in position caused Dave's prick to stab into his prostate, Kurt writhed, convulsed and came suddenly, spurting long streams against Dave's abdomen and chest.
At the sound and feel of his husband's spectacular climax, Dave flipped them over to pound into the still convulsing body beneath him. He pulled Kurt's long legs to wrap around his waist, braced his hands against the bed and rammed into Kurt's clenching ass. Within minutes he started coming and cried out Kurt's name, his eyes tightly closed against the heart-stopping sensation of coming inside his husband's luscious body. Finally he collapsed in a heap, half on and half off of a smug, grinning Kurt.
Several panting minutes later, as they maneuvered themselves into more comfortable positions, Kurt laid his head against his shoulder. Dave sighed long and lustily, "God, Kurt, I think you broke it," and grinned as Kurt burst out laughing breathlessly. His hand stroked down Kurt's damp back to his ass and he rubbed it gently, knowing that Kurt would be a little sore in the morning.
Kurt rose up slightly to smile into his eyes, and leaned over, pressing a languorous kiss onto Dave's mouth. "I did no such thing, you demon, I think you broke me." They kissed again as Dave tried to come up with a good retort but he was just feeling way too mellow to try hard enough.
They continued kissing and snuggling for a little while until Kurt remembered the champagne. He always kept a couple of bottles in his refrigerator so, even though they had been blind-sided by an unexpected wedding, he and his husband could still toast each other with the best bubbly. Planting one last kiss on a sleepy Dave, he hauled himself gingerly from the bed, pulled on a robe and padded out to the kitchen.
When he came back with a wine bucket, the champagne and two flutes, it was to the sight of his husband trying valiantly to keep his eyelids from staying closed. He chuckled softly, kissed Dave and turned to pour the wine. Two long arms slid around him and Dave nuzzled his neck as he poured. Kurt handed him one of the flutes, now filled with ice-cold, delightfully pale pink wine.
Dave stole a quick kiss before sipping some of the refreshingly dry wine and then noticed the color. He raised one eyebrow at his smirking husband in silent inquiry. Kurt giggled, took a sip then supplied: "It's a rosé champagne – Laurent Perrier Alexandra Cuvee. Very rare, and I think befitting this sudden need you have for rare, pink things."
He giggled again at Dave's confused expression then raised his left hand, showing off his engagement ring with its pink diamonds, and the rare morganite stone in his wedding band. He absolutely loved his rings; they were so unusual that now that he would be wearing them at all times, he was in no doubt as to their ability to attract attention.
"They're quite a conversation piece, aren't they," he smiled haughtily at his bemused husband and then, setting his flute aside, climbed back atop him. Dave was so big and he so slender that he knew it wasn't a discomfort for him to be sitting there. Sighing as Dave's arms came back around him, Kurt started lacing kisses along Dave's collarbone and up his neck.
Eventually stretching out so he could more easily to kiss his lips, Kurt couldn't help but think back to when this started. A few short weeks ago, his heart had led an all-out assault as he'd stared at a stunned Dave in the elevator of his office building. Still, they could not have foreseen this happy development so soon after meeting again, and Kurt's misty eyes turned to look down at his sleepy, sated husband.
Dave, seeming to sense his husband's change in mood, looked up at Kurt and knew immediately what was going through his mind. He caressed the beloved face and spoke softly. "You know, I have always loved Pat but I can honestly say now that I'm so grateful she chose the best wedding planner she could find… and that I tagged along with her that day."
A dimple appeared in his cheek as he watched the tears spill down Kurt's face. Dave gently smoothed them away and then kissed Kurt. When he pulled back he continued: "I love you, Kurt; I'm not being sentimental when I say I think I always have."
Kurt's soft gulp made Dave's own eyes tear up. "Dave, I've waited years for someone to make me feel as if I wasn't encased in ice. I had no idea it would be you and if I could, I would name our first child after your crazy sister!"
Dave laughed out loud at the unexpected end to Kurt's declaration. Kurt giggled, leaned over to take up his champagne glass and waited for Dave to retrieve his. "I love you, David Karofsky, and I will spend the rest of my life saying it. I love you."
They clinked glasses, took quick sips and then replaced them on the bedside table. Dave helped Kurt out of his robe and pulled back the comforter for him to slide into the bed. As they settled down, Dave turned out the bedside lamp and then enfolded Kurt in his arms. He sighed happily and placed a soft kiss on Kurt's hair, feeling him snuggle down contentedly.
They had had a long, surprising and fulfilling day and now, as sleep seduced them, they were both unaware that the other was thanking God or fate for having led them back into each other's lives. The silvery moonlight bathed their drowsy bodies and Dave, in one last-ditch effort to resist sinking fully into sleep, suddenly recalled part of a poem he'd learned ages ago:
Softly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch…
He sank beneath waves of sleep, one hand resting on Kurt's back, and smiled, happy at last.
THE END
A/N 2: I hope the twist pleased you as much as it did me after sneaking up on me and taking over my every waking thought! The poem is 'Silver', by Walter de la Mare, and was a childhood favourite. Is it obvious that I'm a fan of the night and moonlight? I might follow this up with either an epilogue or a sequel, haven't decided yet. LLAP.