Title – Mine for the Weekend
Fandom – Glee
Author – LizzyPoodle
Rating –Wherein the rating changes to M…
Characters – Kurt Hummel and David Karofsky
Disclaimer – I don't own these characters.
Summary – There are consequences when a bet is made between Kurt and Dave.
Warnings – This is fairly AU…but I'd love to see it play out on my television screen! Blaine and Kurt are no longer together, and Dave still attends McKinley.
A/N – Thank you, again, for continuing to let me know that you're enjoying the story. I thought that this would be the last chapter. I was mistaken. I hope that you will indulge me as I let this story continue on for a bit longer. It doesn't appear to be done just yet! Thank you for your continued support. I hope that this chapter will work for you!
Mine for the Weekend – chapter 8
Dave drove up to the Hummel-Hudson house, stopped the car, and parked. He looked at the house, just imagining what was waiting for him, who was waiting for him inside. The universe had sent Kurt to Dave's house last weekend when Dave's parents had been out of town, and now that it was Kurt's parents' anniversary, and Finn was planning on spending the night at a Marriott with Rachel, Kurt had his house to himself as well.
Dave was beginning to sympathize with what Kurt had been feeling last weekend when he'd been the one to drive to Dave's house. When Kurt had come up to him in the library on Monday he'd mentioned that he felt as though he owed Dave a weekend as nice as the one that Dave had arranged for him. Neither boy had brought up the ear-licking ending to last weekend. Dave didn't know what to say about it, and, apparently, neither did Kurt. So what if Dave had spent the rest of Sunday wondering what "it" had meant? If Kurt wasn't going to mention it, well then, Dave wouldn't either.
Although Dave had spent plenty of time on the Sunday after Kurt's memorable farewell trying to figure out what, exactly, Kurt Hummel was doing. Did Kurt, what, like him now? And if he did like him like that (and he shook his head as he witnessed himself turn into a teenage girl) then why had Kurt left Dave's house so abruptly? And why didn't Kurt even call him when he got home so that Dave knew that he'd arrived home safely? And why wasn't he kissing Dave's ear anymore?
Although Dave wanted answers, he didn't want them badly enough to ask those questions.
And so here he was. Duffel bag. Jacket. And his pillow from home. He loved that pillow. And if it was stupidly hopeful on his part to have brought items necessary when considering safety and protection…well…better to have and not need, than to need and not have, right?
He got out of the car, and headed toward the house, the nervous excitement making him feel almost nauseated. He knocked on the door, and waited the few seconds for Kurt to open it.
The door opened, and their eyes connected. "Hi," Kurt said, totally friendly, like this was ordinary. Commonplace. Happened all the time. Dave noticed how the doorway had turned into a frame for the piece of artwork that was Kurt Hummel. He sighed, but tried not to let it show that he was hopeless in his crush.
"Hey," Dave answered, but his voice broke a little. That happened to him sometimes, especially when he was nervous. He cleared his throat.
"Come in!" Kurt encouraged, moving out of the way so that Dave could enter.
Dave stepped into the house, and was met with the delicious smell of something baking.
"Are you baking something?" Dave asked.
"Brownies," Kurt answered. "They're for later."
Dave smiled, suddenly feeling a little bit better.
"Well, put your bag down there, and come inside! Are you ready for your weekend? I really had such a nice time last weekend…I just wanted to return the favor," Kurt said, a smile lighting up his perfect face as he led Dave into the living room. "Have a seat," he continued, as he sort-of gently shoved Dave onto the sofa.
Dave stared up at Kurt after thudding into the sofa's cushions, wondering if it was normal that when Kurt had pushed him, he'd sort of liked it.
"Finn has tons of games. I thought that you might enjoy choosing one for us to play." When Kurt had thought about how to make this weekend special for Dave, he'd found that he was at a bit of a loss. He'd come to the realization that, although he didn't really know how Dave enjoyed spending his time, learning what Dave enjoyed was something that he very much wanted to do.
Dave looked at the game choices, but before he'd made his selection, the doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Kurt jumped up, "Pizza's here!"
He bounced his way to the door. Dave sat in the living room, watching as Kurt left. He tried to convince himself that this was fine. When Kurt had suggested a little idea in the library, saying that he wanted to show Dave a good time, sure, maybe Dave had allowed himself to believe that he and Kurt could continue where last weekend had left off…but this was feeling awfully innocent, and like he really needn't have bothered with wondering if Kurt had opinions one way or another on flavored versus unflavored lube.
Kurt walked into the family room holding the box of pizza and wearing a smile. He walked over to Dave and handed him the box, saying, "Let me go get some drinks. Soda? Water?"
"I'll help you. You don't have to get everything," Dave said, starting to stand. Kurt put his hand in the center of Dave's chest and stopped his rise, pushing against him hard enough to make him sit.
"Sorry," Kurt said. "I keep pushing you."
Dave tried to make light of the fact that he was beginning to get a hard-on, and assured Kurt, "It's fine."
"So. Soda?"
"Whatever you're having would be great." The least that Dave could do was be a pleasant houseguest.
As Dave waited for Kurt, he looked around at the room. So. This was where Kurt lived, and watched TV with his family, and maybe read, or did homework. Maybe Dave was sitting in a spot where Kurt had actually just sat, putting his ass indirectly against Kurt's. Dave closed his eyes and took a deep breath, grateful that the only person privy to his thoughts was himself.
When Kurt returned with the Diet Coke and plates, he was surprised to see that Dave had yet to open the box of pizza.
"Aren't you hungry?" Kurt asked. Maybe Dave liked eating lunch later. Kurt frowned. Was he not doing the weekend right?
"I'm just waiting for you," Dave answered, wondering if he shouldn't have waited. Wishing that he knew how to act around Kurt; wishing that all of this were easier. Maybe he should just ask why Kurt had left last weekend the way that he had. Then he'd know for sure that Kurt had just temporarily gone insane, and that Dave could let go of the bit of hope that maybe Kurt might have feelings for him, too.
But then Kurt took a bite of pizza, and Dave sat dazzled, stunned into stillness by the way that his lips looked as they allowed the food to enter into his mouth. Dave dreamed of being invited into that mouth. Lucky pizza. Kurt licked his lips, which had taken on a bit of a greasy shine from the cheese. Dave was pleased that he might have realized just in time to stop staring like a creeper and close his mouth.
He hastily rushed to grab a piece of pizza, still used to the feeling of always covering for behaviors that he feared may not be acceptable.
"I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just ordered plain cheese."
"I like it. Thanks. Let me pay half."
"Kurt shook his head emphatically. "No way. This weekend is my treat," Kurt declared.
"If you're sure," Dave began.
"I'm sure," Kurt concluded.
As they ate they talked about school and classes. Once the brownies had cooled enough to eat, both boys enjoyed them. They eventually played Call ofDuty. Dave was shocked when Kurt did better than he. Kurt was not. He lived with Finn, and he'd had plenty of practice.
Kurt had already chosen the movie that they would see that night, a action/adventure movie that had been selected more for Dave than for himself, and he'd already made dinner reservations at a small but friendly Thai food place where he'd once gone with Blaine, back when they'd been dating. He loved the food, and he hoped that David would be up for something a bit more interesting than Breadsticks. Also, he liked the thought of introducing David to a place he was fairly sure David had never eaten. It was exciting, and nerve wracking. He was more than a little bit surprised just how much he hoped that David would enjoy the restaurant.
Kurt shouldn't have worried. Dave practically melted when he tasted the perfectly seasoned chicken with the peanut sauce. And Kurt laughed out loud when he got to witness David Karofsky experience sticky rice with mango for the first time. Dave actually closed his eyes as he sucked on the sweet fruit. He told Kurt that he sometimes did the same thing with cheesecake. His mother always made a point of joking about Dave's "cheesecake face" whenever he ate a slice in front of her. Dave surprised himself, telling Kurt something rather silly about himself like that, but it made Kurt laugh, and Kurt's laughter made Dave smile. He loved it when he felt like he'd had something to do with bringing Kurt joy. It seemed to make Dave even hungrier to find other ways to please Kurt, to make him laugh.
Dave couldn't remember a dinner he'd ever enjoyed more.
The theater was nice, the movie was full of explosions and car chases, and Dave enjoyed it, but the best part was that tub of buttered popcorn that he'd held for the two of them to share. It felt so much like a date. He wouldn't be able to tell his parents the plot of the movie or even the names of the characters, but if anybody asked, he'd be able to tell them that his fingers had brushed against Kurt's 9 times during the course of that sharing of popcorn. Sitting next to Kurt in the darkness of the theater had been blissful. It was a shame when the movie ended, and it was time to go back to Kurt's.
They spoke about the movie on the way home, but only a little. Dave wondered if Kurt was noticing that Dave hadn't really been paying very close attention to the movie. It's just that it had been so nice to sit with him in the dark of the theater, and pretend some more that Kurt was his.
Soon they'd reached Kurt's house. Kurt parked, and they walked toward the front door. Kurt unlocked it, opened it, and extended his arm in front of him, inviting Dave to enter the home first.
The night felt like it was coming to an end, and Dave said, "I guess I'll get ready for bed."
"Uh-huh," Kurt responded, looking at Dave with wide eyes and a troubled expression.
"Should I just use the bathroom down the hall?"
"Uh…y-yeah. Okay," Kurt continued, still looking troubled.
"You okay?" Dave asked, concerned.
"Uh-huh," Kurt said, not very convincingly.
"Okay, so, uh, I guess I'll just sleep on the couch,"
Kurt frowned. "Okay."
Dave waited a couple of beats to see if Kurt had anything else to add. When he didn't, Dave nodded his head, grabbed his duffel bag, and went to brush his teeth.
Before he'd begun to brush, there was a knock on the door. Dave opened it, "Yeah?"
"Here are some towels. I forgot to give them to you."
"Oh. Thanks."
Kurt handed him the towels, but he didn't leave.
"Did you need something?"
Kurt just kept staring; and it was beginning to be weird.
"Okay. What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," Kurt said, and then tried again, "Nothing's wrong, exactly. I mean, it's, just, well, it's cold in here."
"Just tell me where to find a blanket. Don't worry about it."
"No," Kurt said. "I'm cold."
"Are you feeling sick again?" Dave asked, concerned, touching Kurt's face again gently with the back of his hand, checking to see if he felt feverish again.
"David."
"What?" Now Dave was getting worried. Finally he looked into Kurt's eyes, and took an almost imperceptible step back at the look on Kurt's face. What was he seeing in that wide-eyed expression?
"Brush your teeth. Wash your face. Floss. Don't go to bed without saying goodnight to me first," Kurt instructed.
And then Kurt walked away.
Dave stood still for a minute, not at all sure what had just happened, but feeling quite certain that something, most certainly, had. He brushed and washed and flossed, as instructed. He changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and went to say goodnight to Kurt, just like he was supposed to. When he got to Kurt's room, he saw that Kurt was sitting up in bed, reading. Kurt must have heard him coming, though, because he looked up from his book and stared at Dave.
"So, uh, goodnight," Dave said.
Kurt didn't respond right away, which left Dave standing there, wondering what he was supposed to do. He was about to turn and walk away when Kurt said, "Wait."
Kurt got out of bed and walked toward him. There was a look of such determination on Kurt's face, that it felt to Dave as if he was being stalked. He felt…uneven, out of his element. So uncertain about what was happening. So hopeful about what it sort of felt like may be happening.
Kurt reached him, stopped, and softly requested, "Kiss me goodnight."
As much as Dave wanted to, he remembered what it had been like last Sunday when Kurt had left. Dave had spent the rest of that day, and all of this last week, trying to stop obsessing about Kurt and their weekend, and the way that Kurt's warm breath had felt in Dave's ear. He couldn't go through that again, and, as uncomfortable as it would probably be, he couldn't just ignore his concerns.
"When you left on Sunday, I didn't know what to think. You…you kissed my ear…and then you just left. What was I supposed to think? What did you want me to do?"
Kurt took Dave's hands in his and made a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. "I owe you an apology. That wasn't fair of me. I…I wasn't sure what I wanted, and I'm sorry that I confused you. But I know what I want now," Kurt took a breath and added, "Also, I didn't kiss your ear. I licked it." He swallowed. "How about I show you the difference?"
Dave wasn't sure that all of his concerns had been addressed, but he let that go as Kurt drew closer to him, and reached his lips toward Dave's ear. "Pay attention, David. This is a kiss," and he pressed his lips against the shell of Dave's ear. "And this is a lick," Kurt explained in a whisper as he gently traced Dave's ear with his tongue.
Dave's eyes closed.
"Do you feel the difference?" Kurt asked in a hush.
"The lick, it…tickles," Dave answered, eyes still closed.
"How about you prove to me that you understand," Kurt suggested, offering his ear to Dave, who grasped the lobe between his lips and nibbled his way around the edge.
"Kisses," Dave informed, "These are licks," and he proceeded to drag his tongue lightly around the curves of Kurt's ear, earning Dave shivers, and a softly breathed moan.
"Quick learner," Kurt breathed, as he threw his arms around Dave and tried to attack the lips he'd been watching all week.
Each day at school had been like watching a mystery unfold. It felt like he was gathering clues. On Monday, Kurt had noticed the scent of Dave's cologne again, as they'd walked to English together. He really needed to find out what it was. On Tuesday, Kurt took note of the fact that he loved how David walked, with strong, solid strides. Wednesday was the when day when David had helped Becky carry supplies to the gym for Cheerios practice. Dave's voice sounded particularly resonant and melodious when he'd answered a question on Thursday, and last night Kurt had allowed himself the opportunity to get off, thinking about what it would be like to have Dave's lips wrapped around his dick. He'd had errant thoughts about how nice it would be to suck on David's neck, and he was curious, after all of these months, to feel if those lips could kiss with all of the passion of 2010 without any of the pent-up anger and fear.
So Kurt kissed him, pressing their lips together at the same time that he pressed their chests closer.
Dave, having spent months worth of time worrying about never tasting Kurt's lips again, was surprised how easily he joined Kurt in their kiss. He wasn't worried about anything. He was too busy being swept up in the fact that Kurt was walking backward, and guiding them both toward the bed. Their lips stayed connected, mostly, as they tumbled on top of Kurt's comforter. Dave on top, Kurt spread out beneath him, legs spread, pushing his dick against Dave's own rapidly growing hard-on.
Suddenly Dave stopped. "What are we doing?"
Kurt, breathless with arousal, couldn't believe that Dave wanted to talk now. "What?" Kurt said, trying to catch Dave's lips again.
"Dave pulled back a little. "What are we doing? Are you going to kiss me and then feel weird about it tomorrow? Am I going to go home wondering where I stand with you?"
Kurt, trying really hard to be understanding right now, shook his head. "No. You won't have to wonder. Dave. I like you. I care about you. I want to make you feel good. Doesn't this feel good? Don't you like it?" and he added a bonus hip roll with a thrust. Kurt hoped that Dave would take the hint and do it back to Kurt.
But Dave had stopped moving. "Maybe we should stop, Kurt."
And with those words, Kurt felt a lump form in his throat. Didn't Dave want this, too? Hadn't they both become hard? Stop? David wanted to stop? Kurt didn't understand, except now that the bucketful of rejection had been poured all over him, he could feel himself begin to lose his erection. He felt confused, and embarrassed. Why didn't Dave want him? What had happened?
Dave got off of him, and Kurt felt suddenly exposed, lying on top of the comforter in his light blue button-up pajamas. He didn't want Dave to look at him, he wanted to be alone when he started to cry. He rushed up and out of the room, choking out the words, "I'll go get you a blanket."
Dave stood still in Kurt's room. What had he just done? Had he actually just turned down Kurt? Did he make him cry? Again? Wasn't that the thing that he'd wanted most to avoid doing? Why did he have to bring up his own insecurities at the exact moment when Kurt Hummel had been writhing beneath him? Jesus. What was wrong with him?
He left Kurt's bedroom and saw Kurt's shoulders shaking as he stood in the hallway, hiding partway in a cabinet.
"Kurt? Kurt. I'm sorry. Don't cry. Please. Please, don't," Dave tried to soothe as he shrunk down toward the bent-over shape of Kurt hiding his face in his arms.
"I thought th-that you wanted me," Kurt managed to whisper.
"I do. I do. I have for a long time. Come here," Dave gently pulled Kurt toward him, cuddling him to his chest.
"Then why'd you want to stop?" Kurt hadn't planned on asking. He'd planned on not forgiving Dave for rejecting him, but now he felt torn between not wanting to talk and totally wanting to work this out. Plus, it felt good, being held and soothed.
Dave spoke quietly against Kurt's face. His insecurities and his inability to honestly face a potentially awkward conversation had certainly made things more difficult. Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to be open and honest with Kurt, and let the pieces fall where they may. "I don't know how you feel about me. I don't even know what you want. I don't want to just mess around with you. I want you…but I want you for more than one night."
He held Kurt, and Kurt listened, and tried to breathe as he let himself see the situation from David's perspective. Dave hugged him tight, and it felt so nice; more comforting than sexy, and more intimate than anything else Kurt had ever felt.
Dave kissed Kurt's cheek, and gently nudged him toward his bedroom. "Come on. I'll tuck you in."
They walked back to Kurt's room, and Kurt got under the covers. "I'm sorry that I was pushing you when you weren't ready. I thought that you wanted to be with me. I shouldn't have pushed."
"I do want to be with you," Dave insisted, "I just don't know what you want. I don't want a one night thing."
"Well, I don't want a one night thing either," Kurt declared, frustrated that they were having such a hard time communicating.
"Wait. Wait a minute. You don't want a one night thing, and I don't either?" Dave tried to clarify.
"David. I want you. I don't want you just for one night."
They sat and breathed hard and stared at one another, trying to get this right.
"I'm going to want to walk you to class," Dave warned.
"You already walk me to class," Kurt responded with a smile.
"I'm going to take you out and show off to everyone that you're mine," Dave threatened.
"We went out to dinner and to a movie just a little while ago," Kurt reminded Dave, putting his hand on Dave's face.
"I'm going to want to do things to your body that I've been dreaming about doing for months," Dave cautioned.
"Promise?" Kurt whispered, pulling Dave's face toward him gently so that they could kiss softly, chastely, and with a sweetness that they were both surprised to find they wanted.
"Stay with me," Kurt murmured into Dave's ear, continuing down to press warm kisses into Dave's neck.
"You're my boyfriend?" Dave asked.
"Yes, and you are mine. Kiss me," Kurt pleaded, and Dave finally felt ready to comply.
They kissed, slowly, deeply, thoroughly.
"You're beautiful," Kurt said when Dave's mouth had left his lips for the briefest moment to enjoy the skin that covered Kurt's neck.
"You're beautiful," Dave responded. "Tell me to stop if you want, okay?"
"Alright," Kurt whispered, knowing he was not about to stop anything that David was about to do.
"Lay down," Dave said.
Kurt lay back against the pillows on his bed. Dave just stared at him. Kurt felt no discomfort, no awkwardness, no embarrassment at David's stare. He wanted David to drink his fill.
Dave sat on the edge of the bed and lifted his hands so that they rested against Kurt's chest lightly. Kurt's breathing was becoming fast and shallow. He tried to focus on slowing it.
Dave began to free the top button of Kurt's pajamas. When he'd unbuttoned it, he moved lower to work on the rest. One at a time, he'd grip the buttons, slip them through the hole, and move to the next. His hands brushed against Kurt's chest with each inhale. Those hands left a tickle-trail down Kurt's torso. Even after he'd unbuttoned the whole top, Dave just sat there for a long moment, in absolutely no hurry whatsoever. Kurt wondered at Dave's unexpected calm. He certainly was approaching this with a quiet determination that seemed to leave no room for discomfort. Any nervousness that he may have had seemed to have all but disappeared. Kurt couldn't believe how sexy the slow undoing of the buttons had been. He was practically ready to jump David, and his shirt wasn't even off yet. He tried to remind himself to breathe.
Slowly, Dave moved the sides of the pajama top apart, exposing Kurt's pale chest. The drag of the cloth against his skin made him whimper. He wished that Dave would hurry up.
But Dave was in no rush. He slowly leaned over Kurt's chest and gently kissed along the expanse of exposed skin. His breath warmed Kurt wherever it touched, and made Kurt want to curl into it for more. He was finding it impossible to lay still. He was hard, and he wished that David would finish taking off his clothes.
"David," he gasped softly.
Dave had been moving down Kurt's chest, but when Kurt exhaled his name, he stopped. "Are you okay?" Dave asked softly.
"Um, maybe, you, um, could…uh…" Kurt didn't even care about the whine in his voice; he just wanted David to take his pants off. Sure, slow could be sexy, but enough was enough.
David grinned, brought his face next to Kurt's ear and quietly informed him, "I have been waiting over a year to undress you. You are a present that I get to unwrap. I've dreamed about this moment. Try to be patient. I'll make it worth the wait. I promise," and with that he kissed Kurt, adding, "Alright?"
He'd been dreaming about undressing him? For over a year? Kurt thought about how he'd recently used thoughts of Dave during his own bunk time. And he idly wondered how many times he'd maybe had a role in Dave's.
Kurt looked up at him, desire written across his features in bold capitals. Dave kissed the fullness of Kurt's lips and then started his trek down his chest again, licking and kissing his way toward Kurt's belly button while Kurt didn't even try to suppress his moans beneath him.
After what felt like forever, Dave reached the top of Kurt's pajama bottoms. He held his face to Kurt's stomach, and kissed the soft skin, enjoying Kurt's reaction to feather-light caresses against his stomach. Then Dave gripped the pants, and trailed them over Kurt's hipbones, which each got a kiss at their exposure.
"Lift your hips," a low growl.
Kurt responded automatically, thinking simple, one-word thoughts. Things like finally, and David, and yes…
The pants were pulled down, down, down, and then tossed aside. Dave gazed at Kurt, first at his cock, but then up into his eyes. He didn't like the uncertainty that he saw staring back at him, and so he had to ask, "Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded, and then said, "You don't have to do this, you know. If you aren't ready."
Dave smiled, nuzzled into the inside of Kurt's thigh where leg became groin, and purred, "Let me show you how ready I am," and he lightly mapped a wet zigzag with his tongue up the underside of Kurt's cock.
The first lick was always shocking to Kurt. It was like he couldn't quite remember just how good it felt until he was feeling it again. David was going slowly; so much more slowly than Blaine ever had. He'd lick at Kurt a little, and then briefly pause. He'd let his hot breath wash over Kurt, and then he'd let his tongue barely brush against the spot just before the flare of the head. He tasted Kurt there, where he knew he'd be most sensitive, slowly, over and over. He bent his head and licked at Kurt's balls, not too gently, not too rough. He sucked in one of them, and let it slide with a pop out of his mouth. And then he did it again.
And again.
And again, absolutely glorying in Kurt's soft "Oh"-s and deeper "Uhn"-s. Dave knelt, bent over, savoring this experience. His first time.
"David…please…" Kurt begged. Dave took pity on him, and suddenly stopped the teasing, taking in as much of Kurt's length as he could, and then slowly sliding his wet mouth back up and off of him, only to go back down again quickly, loving the reality of Kurt's cock in his mouth.
As soon as Dave had felt the warm, wet length of Kurt Hummel resting on his tongue, filling his mouth, Kurt had done a combination moan-exhale-choked sob thing that Dave knew he would not be able to live without. He was already mourning the end of this experience, and hoping that the next time would be soon. He still had Kurt in his mouth, and he missed him already.
While Dave was busy focusing his attention on giving Kurt the world's most mind-numbing blow job, Kurt was lost in the fact that Dave's hands were holding him captive. Dave was between Kurt's legs, his arms on either side of them, while he licked and sucked. Kurt was used to having his hips free, but he was pinned to the bed by Dave's arms. He was stunned at the excitement he felt due to the warm restraints of David's arms. He couldn't move, and that fact was only making him hotter.
"Dave…Dave…fuck...I…," Kurt tried.
Dave did not speed up. He did not increase the suction. He did, however, make sure to grip Kurt's balls firmly, just the way that he enjoyed doing to himself, as he kept up the same speed and pressure. He sincerely hoped that he was driving Kurt completely crazy.
"Da-vid!" Kurt groaned, head twisting back and forth.
And then a guttural, drawn-out "Yesss…" as Kurt came.
Dave's mouth didn't let go of Kurt's length until the pulses had stopped. He swallowed.
He kissed his way back up Kurt's boneless frame, and held him, tucking heads into crooks of necks, and breathing together quietly.
Finally Dave asked, "Good?"
"Mmmm," Kurt responded, "So good."
"I'm glad," Dave said softly, smiling against Kurt's neck.
After a few quiet moments more of relishing the satisfaction of pleasing and being pleasured by a lover, Kurt realized that he wasn't quite done. He grinned.
"Okay, Karofsky, you big show off. Yes. You gave me an amazing blow job, and I don't recall ever coming so hard…but do you know what it is now?"
Dave, intrigued by Kurt's mischievous tone asked, "Tell me…what is it now?"
Kurt smiled. "My turn."