Thank you all for the reviews! Much love. So how is the story going so far? I love writing nice Dave…this has been fun writing, hence the new chapter each night. And also forgive any mistakes because I type these up after I get off of work and I'm usually exhausted.

Chapter 3

Fever

[by Family Force 5]

Kurt looked up at Dave and smiled.

"You don't have to say it back or anything," Dave said, smiling back. "I just want you to know that you're making me really happy."

"That's good because I'm actually really happy too. I never thought those words would ever come out of my mouth with you standing in front of me…"

"Let's get you home and out of those clothes. I—er, I mean—get you changed so you don't smell like 'feet'."

Kurt giggled quietly and took Dave's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't think I didn't see you looking at me in the locker room when I was on the football team. I thought you were just waiting for the chance to beat me up, but now I see what those looks were about."

Dave blushed. "Yeah. You're really hot."

"I know. You're not too bad yourself," Kurt said, eyes shooting down to the front of Dave's jeans, then back up with one swift motion. "Not bad at all."

Dave smirked.

"Yeah. Um, let's get me home."

Once inside the car, Dave held out his hand for him to grab and started towards the house. They didn't talk for the first minute, but he finally broke the silence.

"So, are you ever going to tell Azimio or your parents?" Kurt asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah, eventually. I mean, I'm not going to run home and tell them right now, but eventually. I kind of want to see how things will work out with you before I tell them."

"That's kind of a smart idea…"

"Yeah. How do you think this will work out? You and I, I mean."

"I'm not sure if I've known the real you long enough, but if it tells you anything, I wouldn't ruin a 300 dollar shirt for just anyone," Kurt stated, smiling over at him.

"So I have a chance?"

Kurt just nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. The next few minutes were silent, but they weren't awkward. They were nice. They didn't even have to talk to know just how happy the other was. Dave pulled into Kurt's driveway and put the car in park. He looked over at him and smiled.

"You look beautiful, even with dried food on you."

"Thank you…" Kurt stammered, blushing.

Dave leaned in for a kiss, which Kurt happily accepted. After they finally broke apart, they headed inside and down to Kurt's basement bedroom. Dave looked around and took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching Kurt, who was rummaging through his closet. He brought back out a pair of silk pajamas and laid them over the couch.

"Do you want me to leave while you change?" Dave asked.

"You've already seen me naked, so what's the point?" He teased.

"True."

"You need a new shirt. I'm sure my dad has one you can borrow."

Dave nodded and glanced around the room while Kurt took off his shirt, and although stained, folded it neatly and put it in the laundry basket. Next, Kurt slipped off his skinny jeans and repeated the folding process and placed them in the basket.

"Dave?" He said in a seductive tone, walking over to him in just his underwear.

Dave swallowed hard and used all of his will to look Kurt in the eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Your shirt's dirty…" he purred, smiling.

"Sure is…"

Kurt's smile didn't falter one bit as his fingers danced expertly around the buttons on Dave's shirt. He could tell that Dave was enjoying this tremendously, mostly by his erratic breathing but also by the growing hard on in his pants. In one swift motion, he slid Dave's shirt off and began sucking lightly on his neck, nipping lightly at the weak spot. Dave moaned quietly and pulled him closer. He made his way down Dave's collarbone, kissing every inch. Dave's moans became progressively louder as he moved down to his surprisingly hairless chest then back up to kiss him on the mouth. He straddled Dave, kissing him deeply, grinding gently against his lap.

Fever's got me sweating and you know I'm burning up.

Moans filled the room, both of their grinding became faster and more erratic. He could tell by Dave's breathing that he was getting close. With a smirk, he climbed off of Dave and grabbed his pajamas, slipping them on.

"W—what? Why'd you stop?" Dave inquired, breathlessly, a look of sadness spreading across his face.

"Your shirt is already ruined, we don't want to do that to your pants either," Kurt answered, smiling teasingly.

"Oh My God. I was so close, Kurt…"

"I know. Take it slow though. I don't give it up on the first date."

"You're killing me."

Kurt smiled and walked back over to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"Let's get you a shirt and we can stay here and watch a movie?"

"Sure."

Kurt smiled one last time and walked to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he came back out, hair already blown dry and styled, just the way it always was. He walked over and sat on Dave's lap, resting his head against his shoulder. Dave smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.

"So is there something you want to ask me?" Kurt asked, looking up at him.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I was thinking something like, 'Kurt, would you like to be my super wonderful and beautiful boyfriend. You're so wonderful, it would make me so happy.' It doesn't have to be that exactly, but something along those lines."

"OH! You wanna go out with me? You're wonderful and beautiful and whatever else you said."

"I'll think about it."

And with that, Kurt hopped off his lap and walked upstairs.