a/n: Thank you to those who's tuning in ~ I'm really depressed about how unwelcomed Mpreg is in the pirate ship, which is a shame because it's like crack to me! Anyway hope you all enjoy this one!
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It takes barely half an hour before Kurt decides to hire Dave. He certainly knew how to keep game animals. He knew that the roosters need to inhale the fumes of burnt dry leaves before fighting, that the deers to be sent out are only supposed to be the old ones (and he knew how to tell their age), and that the birds need to be released at a certain direction so that there's a better chance for it to not fly off to far from the hunting field of the estate. He knew how to find out if the man-made lake inside the state had fishes big enough for catching. Also, he was certified in chainsaw operations and had a bundle of shotguns with the proper papers at his possession. Dave also revealed of his knowledge of how to take care of horses, so having that stable keeper over every week could be reduced to every other week. He also recommended of a better shampoo to make the horses' coats shine better.
"You really know what you're doing. Impressive."
Dave shrugs "It's what I've done for years. It feels like second skin to be around all these animals. Granted, I'm not much of their best friend since I'm takin' care of them just to get them shot as a recreational activity."
"You make it sounds much horrible that it actually is." Kurt raises his eyebrow, but changes his tone quickly. "But my husband really likes hunting for past time, so I hope your conscience doesn't eat you up just yet."
"Pleasure is the bait of sin, as they say."
With Dave's words, Kurt gets a shiver up his spine, and his mouth starts to dry. That has seemed like a lethal combination of words to a sexually thirsty married man, from a gorgeous and sturdily-built employee.
"If your husband finds pleasure out of shooting, I'm cool with it." Dave muses.
"You quote Plato on me, and think you can just walk away without letting me know if you read philosophical books that much?" Kurt playfully teases.
Dave huffs a short laugh. "I have a lot of spare time."
"I think that reading philosophical books are something everyone should take time to read. It holds all the secrets of the world." Kurt runs his eyes from Dave's head to toe and back. "I would have never pegged you for a wide reader, no offense."
"I wouldn't either. But I like knowing. I feel the need to find out what people from before have to say."
Yes, Kurt did hear that very smart quip, but all he could actually think about is the pair of brown orbs looking back at him. Dave's eyes are so enticing, like they have an entire novel's worth of things to tell. So Kurt composes himself for a brief second to turn around the conversation.
"Well, we've never had a stay-in grounds keeper so... ?"
A tinge of blush appears in Dave's cheeks, "Oh... well, I don't know if I can find a place to stay that I can afford that wouldn't be too far but..."
"Oh! No, I wasn't turning you away. I was just- we have a spare shed for a ranch worker, but I had to fire her since I found out she sneaks out Ketamine when she thinks no one is checking on it. You could stay there, but there's a lot you have to work on with that place."
With that Dave grins happily, "Yes, that would be no problem for me. I could take care of the horses too and everything, Mr. Anderson."
"Okay, then. Then we're settled. You start tomorrow, but I need you to to be here early in the morning. Seven, to be exact. I need you to meet my Blaine. I'm pretty sure he'll need some things covered before you start."
Kurt watches Dave's large hand take his delicate one for a shake, leaving Kurt with another spike of shiver on his spine as Dave leaves the ranch area in a 4x4 jeep.
"Three months?That's too long..." Kurt drops his head and wraps his arms around himself. He knows he's been having problems with his husband in many aspects, but for his husband to leave? It seemed like a perfect time for them to cool off, but not for Kurt. All he can think of is that time apart might make his husband realize how much he doesn't need Kurt at all.
Blaine sighs, and pulls his husband on his lap."I know babe... But you know how much Mom and Dad is counting on me for this. If I buy out that German company, we'll practically take over medical tourism there! I need this. We need this." He cups Kurt's cheek and pulls him for a chaste peck on the lips.
It only takes that much for Kurt to warm up to his husband and understand it all. As they pull off but keeping their foreheads pressed on each other Kurt lightly nods. "Okay... okay. I know."
As Kurt attempts to kiss Blaine once again while his hand slowly dips to his husband's lower torso, a squeak of boots on tile disrupt their moment. They pull of that instant, to find a beet-red Dave who looks embarrassed to be intruding an intimate moment.
"Dave!" Kurt muses with an unusually high tone and jumps off to stand. "Blaine, this is Dave Karofsky, the new game custodian."
"Good morning, Mr and Mr Anderson. Look, I can come back, I'm really early-"
"No Dave, it's okay." Blaine says with a smile. "It's good that I met you right before I leave tomorrow. I'll be gone for six months, just in time for summer. I like to fish during that season, and I was hoping you maintain the lake well. You know how enjoyable it only is there's a lot to fish for. Keep the water's temperature just right for fish breeding."
"Definitely, sir. I've checked on the lakeside just this morning, and saw a couple of eels I had to pull off."
"I think its too early in the morning for you to impress me. Are you asking for a raise?" Blaine jokes. "But I probably love fishing enough to give you it. Wow, I would have never thought Kurt would have the ability to properly do anything other than pull together an outfit."
Kurt opens his mouth, so wanted to say, "Excuse me? I did finish college, thank you very much. Hiring a fucking employee is even below my wit's ability.". But he chooses to close them back, and merely lurks his gaze to a nearby glass window.
Dave grows uncomfortable, "Oh sir, I just meant to mention it..."
Kurt laughs at the nervous smile across Dave's expression. "Relax, Dave. Blaine was just teasing. Weren't you, babe?"
"I was, yes. Well, breakfast is over for me and I have to go." He simply pats Kurt on the shoulder and leaves the breakfast table like he left more than one stranger in the room.
Kurt watches Blaine leave, hurt at the way his husband wrapped an insult around some innocent comment. It takes him to a time when Blaine left their off-campus flat with peppering Kurt's neck with gentle kisses and murmurs of "I'm gonna miss you! I already do." as Kurt playfully ducks them. Dropping his gaze down to the floor, Kurt heavily sighs and sadness washes over him.
"Mr. Anderson?"
Kurt immediately snaps his head up, looking back at Dave. A sliver of skin peeks out from his worn army green shirt, the clothing trying to contain ripples of muscles that made Kurt's fingers ache.
"Y-yes? Anything else you needed me for?"
With a friendly smile, Dave nods. "I'll be working by the lake for now and tend to the horses after I feed all the animals. Is there anything you want taken care of?"
"I take a ride around the estate everyday. Five in the afternoon, right before I get ready for dinner. Make sure Dodger's well rested and fed."
"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it." Dave scurries off, without knowing he left a Kurt with lubricious plans.
To put it mildly, Kurt couldn't help but to... ogle at Dave the moment he laid eyes on the brawny-looking Dave. Before his' and Blaine's parents set them up, Kurt had crushes on jocks and athletes. He definitely used to be so attracted to the flex of a muscle or heavy drum of a chest, all of which resurfaced with such a gorgeous cross section. He spent the night a trembling mess of lust, picturing Dave's thin lips wrapped around him... And waking up with a damp spot on his sleeping boxers.
So the entire time after meeting the man (and shamelessly, even during the entire dinner time with his own husband), Kurt cooked up a scheme. An idea to get to know this man. He spent mos tof his time stuck in the acreage, hardly talking to anyone. Not only was he pretty sure it was enough to one day drive him insane, he also thought it could be a wise idea to take the man off his 's a chance that Kurt is appealed only by the curiosity, and if the big oaf turns out to have a horrendous attitude, then he might just be able to get over it. After all, it was for his benefit. He can't spend another night tossing and turning.
And if Kurt was being honest... His husband choosing to read another book from some business mogul wasn't very discouraging.
He just needs to ask David to ride Flame, another stallion, and accompany him around the estate. He'll get Dave talking, and hope this guy can't be that perfect.
In his riding boots and favorite gray twill scarf, Kurt walks in on the stable to find Dave already taking out Dodger from his stall. Dave greets him, and carries on to saddle up the horse.
"Can you come with me?" Kurt blurts before he catches himself to 's surprise with the invitation is apparent in his expression.
"I just-the last time, I swear this deer with antlers attempted to charge me. Blaine said maybe it was too much of watching Real Housewives, but I swear I did. You wouldn't allow me to die of a deer attack, right?"
This brings Dave to chuckle. "Deer attack? Fair enough, sir. I wouldn't want that on my conscience."
This is bad.
A really, really bad idea.
Kurt's plan is backfiring. From the first minute he's spent talking to the man, he's turned out to be very gentle and warm. Kurt has learned so far that Dave originally wanted to take Psychology, but chose to take the degree that would make him a gamekeeper because it's all he's done his whole life. That Dave's family lived right on the next city, and he's been on his own since he was eighteen. There were a lot of interesting things that Kurt realized too. Dave was very passionate. He talked of other minor classes in Art History and Philosophy with gusto; he certainly knew what he was talking about. He also found out that Dave enjoyed target shooting and archery now, but played hockey back in high school.
What really warmed Kurt up was that Dave took the time to ask him. It felt like years ago when someone, anyone ever asked how he was doing, or took an interest knowing about him. It was fairly usual for people to assume he was okay, and that they knew him already. Sure, he occasionally appears in Page Six, but that doesn't make Kurt want to hear someone ask what he thought about.
Time flies by too fast, but the clouds are slowly graying. Sure enough, the drizzle is turning into heavy pouring, and Kurt finds himself grabbed by the wrist as Dave lead him to the stable then to what looks like a wide tool shed. Upon stepping in, Kurt realizes it is Dave's humble place. It was considerably warm and cozy, with a wide bed and books filling up the wall on a mounted shelf.
"I made it myself, sir. The rest is good, but the shelf was something I really wanted to work on. I can't stand the quiet. I like drowning my thoughts with reading. So if you need anything with carpentry, I can help."
The work was simple, yet knowing how good and strong Dave can be with his hands made Kurt flush. "Is there anything you can't do around the house? I swear, I want to keep you on a bag and pull you out for whenever I need."
"All you gotta do is knock on here, sir."
Kurt knows it wasn't, but that sounded like a proposition he wanted to take. He composes himself, and takes off his boots that is now drenched in water. He looks up and sees Dave pulling out two towels and what looks like a change of clothes.
"Mr. Anderson, these are all I got. But you're soaking wet, so here," Dave hands it to him. "Use these."
Kurt takes the dry garments, and looks around the room to try and spot a bathroom to change on."No bathroom?", he asks.
Dave shakes his head. "I share the bathroom and dining with the other servants, sir. I could step out for-"
Kurt puts up a hand to stop him. "Don't be silly, Dave. We could just both turn around."
Dave nods and smiles, and moves by a cabinet where he pulled another set of fresh clothes. In the midst of the rumple of clothes hitting the floor, Kurt's heartbeat is thumping against his chest. He breathes in and out, trying to shove the fact that aside from his husband this is the first time he's taken off his clothes with another man. And for it to be Dave? Well...
Kurt turns around, and that proves to be too soon as he spots Dave's bare torso. The man's strong thighs is wrapped in what looks like cotton trousers. Just when he looks up, Dave's already shirted up and looking back at him.
"Oh! Um, sorry. I turned too soon.", Kurt fumbles.
"It's fine, sir." Dave pulled out a sleeping bag from under the bed and rolls it out on the floor. "You can rest on the bed sir."
Kurt nervously walks to the foot on the bed and slowly sat down, discreetly glancing at Dave. After some time, Kurt gives in and lies on the bed. He closes his eyes, but the unique scent of Dave is enveloping him. His mind goes in an overdrive, and ends up tossing and turning like he did last night.
The bed's creaking snaps Dave out of his half-sleep. "You alright, sir?"
"...No."
Dave shoots up, and checks on Kurt. He frowns, looking at the back of Kurt's head as he tried to figure out what's happening. Kurt turned to face Dave, tears welling up his eyes.
"How miserable could I be if not lying on a bed with my husband comforts me?"
Dave's jaw drops, blown away by the unexpected confession.
"I'm so lonely, Dave. I'm always by myself with no one to talk to, and when people to it's only because of my last name! No one bothers to hear me sing, or to compliment me beyond what I'm wearing. I used to be amazing and ambitious, Dave. What happened? I'm so tired of being cookie-cutter." Kurt sobs."It's like, no one cares. And I don't have the heart to tell my father how sad I am." Kurt rolls over and buries his face on Dave's chest as he wrapped an arm around him. "It's like, no one wants to be with me. Even my own husband. Blaine..." Kurt weeps, his voice suddenly dropping into a whisper. "He... he won't even touch me anymore."
At this, Kurt pulls away to look at Dave. Dave looks back at Kurt, with shivering lips and pupils blown wide. They know they're too close to each other, but with the shed's warmth and their heavy breathing hazing their brain... there was not much left to hold back for.
"Sir..."
"Kurt, just Kurt."
Dave closes his eyes, overwhelmed by it all. "I don't understand." He then open his eyes, and with two glasz orbs looking back at him Dave feels his self-control shatter. "You're amazing. That can't be right."
For a moment they just stare at each other, basking in the moment. Rain loudly drums the roof, and the trees outside thrash wildly from the window's view. But Kurt and Dave can barely hear any of it. All they can sense is the heat radiating off their bodies, blood rushing through it.
"I'm amazing?" Kurt cups Dave's cheek and brushes his thumb across the man's lips. "Come, prove it to me. I need you to show me."
The want in Kurt's voice is enough to break Dave, as he lounges for a hungry kiss. Kurt licks Dave's lips to delve their tongues together. They fight for dominance, but soon Kurt obliges and lets Dave overtake him. Kurt can't remember how, but all he knows is Dave is straddling him now. Dave hands pull his head up the bed, deepening their kiss as he swallows Kurt's needy whimpers.
Kurt can feel Dave's erection digging on his thigh, and so he wraps his leg around Dave's waist to rut their bulges. They soon find a rhythm, their meeting each other's thrusts with power. Feeling a little brave despite the submission, Kurt hoists up Dave's shirt, feeling on the hard muscles tensing then relaxing under his hands. Silky tufts of hair covered Dave's torso and arms, and before Kurt knew his shirt is off as well.
Dave licks a stripe of skin on Kurt's neck, resisting the urge to litter it with love bites. He slowly trails kisses to Kurt's peaking nipples, greedily sucking and nipping the pink buds. Kurt mewls, the sensation making his briefs moisten with precome.
Kurt has his head thrown back in pleasure, but then feels Dave pull away. He looks up to see Dave looking back at him, and sweeping his damp soft chestnut brown hair sticking on his forehead.
"Kurt..." The words out of Dave's mouth sounds like a prayer, like begging for something they both want.
Kurt, with knees flexed and feet flattened on the bed, lifts his hips and pulls down the loose jogging pants he has on. He gasps from the cold air meeting the heat of his flesh, his cock curving out to lay on his belly. He kicks his legs to slide all of his clothing off, then hooks his thumb on the waistband Dave's bottoms.
"Make me feel amazing, Dave."
Dave stands up and pulls out a tube of lube and a condom, dropping it by the bedside corner as he coaxes Kurt's legs apart. They kiss for a moment, and then Dave slowly crawls lower. He kneels in between Kurt's legs, grazing at the sof skin of Kurt's inner thighs with his calloused hands. He then takes the lube and slathers some more on his fingers. He circles the base of Kurt's shaft with his other hand, giving the head of the throbbing dick a soft suck as he pumped. Kurt watches it all, threading his fingers to Dave's hair encouragingly. Just then, Kurt breathes in sharply as Dave slowly inserts a finger on his hole. Soon, he's scissoring Kurt open and sucking his cock, using his other hand to touch Kurt's toned leg all over. Kurt shallowly thrusts back on Dave's thick fingers as he fights screams of moans from the pleasure. Just when Kurt can feel himself close to the edge, Dave stops his ministrations with a lewd pop.
Kurt grabs hold of the condom by the corner and opens it as Dave pulled off his briefs and pants. When Kurt looked at a kneeling Dave, his eyes comically widen. Dave's jutting hard cock dripping with precome, so huge and thick... Kurt hurriedly coaxes Dave to lie on the bed. Kurt straddles his lips, his knees on the bed and hips raised as he rolls on the condom on Dave's penis.
They lock gaze on each other, as Kurt lines up his entrance with Dave's shaft. Slowly he is pushing it inside of him, filling him up in ways he has never imagined could happen. A long, low moan escapes Kurt's mouth. He starts slow, rolling his hips. Then soon, he is riding Dave's massive cock, the curve of it brushing his prostrate in every stroke. Their pace is fast and animalistic, the obvious want to find release within each other proving to be too strong. In a few pump of hips Dave's thighs are tensing, his hands guiding Kurt's hips for the ride. Soon Dave bursts his seed into the condom.
Dave looks at Kurt and takes in the way the moonlight is painting Kurt's alabaster skin, his toned and damp torso glistening.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
The commanding voice from Dave's words make Kurt open his eyes, looking right back at the man filling him up.
"You're damn amazing. Perfect in every way."
The comfort of loving words in a husky low tone sends Kurt completely over the edge. He babbles words of satisfaction, hot come splaying across Dave's stomach as he rides out his orgasm.
Kurt drops beside Dave, letting himself be embraced by strong arms to sleep as loving whispers of praises lull him to sleep.