A/N: Thanks to SunMonTue for looking this over for me. And anyone who hasn't read her stuff should go do that. I mean after reading this of course.

Less than Perfect

Chapter 4

Although the locker room was deserted, Dave was still nervous. Anyone could walk in on them. What was Kurt thinking?

He had plenty of time to dwell on these thoughts as he waited for the other boy to arrive. At several points his nerves got the better of him, and he almost walked out. What if Kurt was back with his Gleeky friends making fun of him? He could hear them all laughing now. It was almost funny: the 'homophobic' bully waiting for the pretty gay boy to teach him a lesson. Dave's stomach grew queasy at the thought. What if he told everyone?

He had to calm down. Kurt wouldn't do that to him. And although the choir boy was good on a stage, not even he could have faked that look on want, of need. Kurt was just testing him. He couldn't give up at the first hurdle.

He didn't have to wait long after that. Kurt walked in with a bounce to his step and a smug look on his face.

"David. It pleases me that you're here waiting for me."

"Not sure this is a good idea, Fancy."

Kurt frowned. "I didn't think you'd give up this easily."

"No," Dave said, shaking his head. "I mean the locker room. Anyone could walk in on us."

"Don't worry about that. No one comes here this time of day. When you have a target on your back, you learn to figure out the best hiding spots."

It felt like a slap on the face, a subtle reminder that he was the one putting that target on Kurt in the first place. Why had he thought this was a good idea? They couldn't ever get past this.

"On your knees, David Karofsky."

His eyes flew up in surprise. But just one look at Kurt's face told him he wasn't kidding. In fact, he was already tapping his foot impatiently.

"Um, Kurt…"

"If this is going to work, you have to do as I say. Otherwise, I'm gone."

He knew what that fierce look meant, and he sank to his knees, trying not to think about the disgusting locker room floor.

The other boy was close to him. He could easily reach out and touch him, but he didn't dare. Kurt was in control here.

"Good, now just kneel there like a good boy."

"Are you trying to humiliate me?" Dave looked up, trying to read his expression.

"Yes."

He glanced down in shame. Maybe this was just about revenge. How could he really think Kurt wanted him?

Kurt unexpectedly grabbed his hair and tugged it back until he was looking at him.

"Do you know how many times you humiliated me, David? Dumpsters, slushies, calling me names, threatening me? How do you think that makes a person feel?"

"Then just do it already. Okay? Humiliate me. Make me think there's a chance and then destroy me. Because you could, Kurt. Is that what you want?"

Kurt lips parted in surprise, before he smiled. "No. That's not what I want. I already told you, David. I want you. But before that can happen, you have to realize how I felt. What you did to me. For once I want to be the one in control." He let go of his hair and touched his face gently before straightening up again. "Look at me."

Dave glanced up, feeling nervous. What did Kurt have planned?

"Not at my face. Look straight ahead."

He did as he was told. Kurt's stomach was at his eye level but he couldn't keep his gaze from traveling down just a bit. The more he looked, the more he could tell that Kurt really did want him. He licked his lips unconsciously.

"Tell me what you want, David."

He wanted so much, but it was hard saying it out loud. Kurt was right in front of him, his long legs, his noticeable bulge. There were so many things he wanted.

He hadn't even realized he reached out, until his hand was slapped away.

"Use your words, David. You can't have it unless you can say it."

"I want you."

"More descriptive. What is it that you want?"

His gaze moved to Kurt's determined face. "I don't know."

"Of course you do. I know you're nervous, but it's only me. You have to be able to admit it out loud."

Dave nodded his head. He knew he was right. It was stupid. They both knew but saying the words was so final. He couldn't ever take them back.

"Do you want my cock?"

The way Kurt asked in such a matter of fact way sent a jolt through him and caused all his blood to flow downward.

Dave nodded.

"Then say it. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth."

"I… " He took a deep breath, as he looked up at the boy in front of him. "I want your cock."

Kurt seemed pleased, although his voice was a little unsteady. "Tell me what you want to do with it?"

It should have been easy to say the words, especially once he got started. Each one was difficult, though. Each one brought him closer to the edge. One he was afraid of falling over.

Kurt seemed to understand. He also seemed a little impatient with their game. "Do you want to touch me?"

"Yes."

"Suck me?"

"Yes…" He could no longer feel the pain in his knees from kneeling so long. All he could focus on was the fire in Kurt's eyes, his husky voice, and the growing bulge in his jeans.

"Fuck me?"

He felt weak. Who knew Kurt talking dirty to him would be such a turn on? Obviously Kurt knew… or he was just trying to speed things along.

"God, yes."

"And what does that make you?"

He didn't hesitate this time. Like a band aid. Just pull it off. "Gay. Okay, fine. I want your cock, and I'm gay."

"Yes. Yes, you are."

Dave felt a sense of relief. He'd said it out loud and the world hadn't ended. And although he knew it was against the rules, he couldn't help it. Kurt was so close. Starting at the top of his shiny black boots, Dave ran his hand up the inside of Kurt's leg. He was almost there… had almost reached his target when Kurt's hand covered his, holding it in place.

Dave had to stop a whine of frustration. Kurt was in control, and he had to respect that. Still the need to touch him was overwhelming. He could see the same desire reflected in Kurt's eyes.

"We're not ready for that yet."

"You look ready to me," he said with a smirk.

"I'm not. And neither are you."

Dave wasn't sure what made him snap. The tone of Kurt's voice? The look on his face? Or the fact that he was harder than he could ever remember, and there was no relief in sight. Kurt was just going to continue torturing him. He stood up quickly, pushing Kurt up against the lockers. He wasn't rough, just forceful, as he pressed their bodies together.

"How bout now, Fancy? Do I feel ready now?"

He could tell Kurt was surprised, by the way his breath hitched, and he closed his eyes for a second as their erections rubbed together. Dave decided to press his advantage, but before he could get closer, Kurt's eyes popped open.

"Don't you dare kiss me." Anger mixed with desire in the other boy's eyes. "I'm supposed to be in control, David. If you can't play by my rules then we're done."

He glanced away, unable to take the accusation in Kurt's eyes. Why couldn't he just control himself? Was he just a monster? Kurt trusted him, and he'd let him down.

"Stop." Kurt tipped his chin up so he had to look at him. "I can see your pain, David. But there's nothing wrong with you. You're just a passionate boy. I know you wouldn't hurt me. And while I find the thought of you having your way with me up against the lockers strangely erotic, there is a time and place for everything. Right now, this is about me."

"I'm sorry, Kurt. And I have a confession to make." He wasn't sure this was a good time, but he was tired of holding everything in.

Kurt pushed him back so there was room between them. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"I don't… regret kissing you that day. I'm sorry it caused you pain, but I can't regret it."

The other boy nodded slowly. "Because you wanted to kiss me so much?"

"No…. I mean I did… I do want to kiss you. That's just not the reason. I'm not explaining this very well."

Kurt was starting to look a little pissed. "You really aren't."

Dave ran a hand through his hair. "Up until that moment, I was deep in the closet. I refused to think about guys. I shut down any feelings I had. Except sometimes I'd have these dreams. Even then, I tried to block them out. That day in the locker room, with you right there, I just lost it. All the pent up feelings and frustration. I took it out on you, Kurt. But the thing is, at first I was just afraid, but once you transferred, I could finally admit it. At least to myself. I was attracted to you. To guys."

Kurt nodded, his hands reaching up to grasp Dave's arms.

"And after that I fucking noticed everything. The way Finn kinda looks hot, when he's not being a douche. Puck's muscled body. Chang's abs. Evan's ass…"

He realized he made a tactical error when Kurt was no longer smiling, and the grip on his arms was getting tighter.

"I don't really want to hear about them, David. Instead tell me how you feel about me." The look in his eyes was teasing, and yet he could see Kurt's insecurity. As if he was afraid he wasn't desirable, compared to those other boys. How could he possibly think that?

There was so much Dave wanted to tell him. How he was in almost every thought he had. How his eyes were so amazing. How just the hint of his bitch face made him hard in an instant. He wanted to say the right things, the perfect things, but nothing came out, and Kurt was already getting impatient with him.

"Words, David. Use your words."

He blushed then, realizing he'd been staring. He moved closer. "You're so beautiful, Kurt. You make me weak. When I'm around you. I can't think. The way you talk, the way you look, the way you move… you're so hot, I can't stand it. You drive me crazy."

His eyes wandered to Kurt's mouth. He remembered the feel of them, so soft, yet firm. He wanted to kiss him so much. His gaze flickered up to watch Kurt's reaction.

Kurt was staring at his mouth, his tongue peeking out in anticipation. His breathing was erratic. Dave leaned in until they were inches apart. Their breath mingled together as he hesitated. He would not make the first move.

A whine escaped Kurt's lips, and it was almost his undoing.

"Words, Kurt. Use your words."

"Kiss me."

Dave barely registered the breathy reply before they were kissing. This time was different than the last, but it wasn't sweet and gentle. Instead it was needy as they kissed desperately. They were short, awkward kisses as they tried to get closer. He had no experience in this and neither, apparently did Kurt. But he knew he needed more. Finally he held Kurt's face as they took a breath and then kissed him again, plunging his tongue in trying to deepen the kiss. Their tongues twisted together, and Kurt moaned his name as they finally pulled apart.

"I want you so much."

"I want you, too, David. You know that right? I'm not just trying to torture you."

He smiled then, because it was obvious how much Kurt wanted him. Not like you could fake that reaction.

"And I while I'd like nothing more than to have you fuck me up against the lockers, right now we have to stop," Kurt said. "We will be together soon, though. I promise. As you've probably noticed, I don't like waiting."

Dave couldn't help the smile on his face. That was an understatement.

"But right now, David, I need you to leave."

His smile faded at the other boy's dismissive tone.

"Don't give me that puppy dog look. I need this to go away," he said indicating the bulge in his pants. "And I can't do it with you looking so damn hot and kissable."

Dave smiled at that, as Kurt started pushing him toward the door. He had to admit, his pants were looser and less of an issue. Although with Kurt pushing him like that, it wasn't helping his problem at all. As he reached the door he turned one last time to look at the other boy in amusement.

Kurt had his hands on his hips and was in full diva mode.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you to class? The Bully Whips are here to protect."

"Absolutely not, David," the smaller boy said. "I refuse to walk into Spanish with a boner."

"Just trying to do my part, Fancy," he said with a laugh as he turned to leave.

It was a good thing he already aced his calculus test, because there was no way he could concentrate now.