Chapter three

Kurt groaned as he gradually became aware of his surroundings. He was lying semi-prone on an old blanket on top of a cold hard surface that smelled of oil and gas like his dad's garage. Whoever placed him there had the good sense to lay him the first aid recovery position so he would be safe as he came to. But why was his shirt missing? He tried to roll on his back but he realised his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were bond together. He had a raging headache and felt nauseous but he still struggled to get in a sitting position ignoring his sore aching muscles. He looked around to try to get an idea of his surroundings. It seemed that he was in some kind of old abandoned factory.

"Dave?" He exclaimed as his eyes finally lit on his fully awake, tied up patrol partner.

"nnnnggghhffff" Dave said through his gag.

Dave was in a sitting position against a wall with his wrists tied to pipes on either side of him with his hands level with his head. His feet were bond in a similar way to Kurt's. He was shirtless as well. He looked relieved to see that Kurt was awake and he struggled and strained against the plastic fasteners holding him in place. Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Dave's impressive muscles strained against the plastic chords and the rather pleasing spread of chest hair that seemed to accentuate his torso. Kurt shook his head to clear away the decidedly unprofessional thoughts that flooded his brain.

"Hold on!" He called out as he rolled and shifted his body as best he could over to where Dave was sitting.

When he got close enough to Dave, Kurt struggled to get onto his knees but over compensated and crashed into Dave's chest.

"Sorry Dave." Kurt then had to push against Dave's body to right himself enough to sit against the wall. He was ended up sitting pressed against Dave's side with his neck resting against Dave's out stretched arm.

He glanced over at Dave who looked very uncomfortable with his closeness. Kurt grimaced, annoyed at Dave's obvious discomfort with being in such close proximity to a gay guy. Maybe it's just wishful thinking to believe he's like me, thought Kurt. Well tough, because they were going to have to get a lot closer if they were to get out of this mess.

Kurt examined the gag. It was a simple cotton handkerchief that held some wadding in Dave's mouth. It was knotted at the back of his head. "Look Dave, I am going to try and get that gag out of your mouth and since I can't use my hands at the moment, I'm going to have to use my teeth."

"mmmpppfff" Dave grunted and nodded that he understood.

Kurt sighed at the task ahead but went about it anyways. He tried again to get on his knees and by pushing into Dave, and he managed it this time. He then hovered over Dave's shoulder but realised he would have to lean against Dave in order to get closer to the knot. Dave helped by turning his head away from Kurt so that he could access the knot easier.

Inwardly, Dave was going crazy. He would never have believed in a million years that he would be in such a position as this – tied up with a shirtless Kurt pressing his torso against him, skin and against skin, nuzzling his neck. Every now and then he'd feel the wetness of lips or tongue or Kurt's teeth graze against his skin as Kurt worked at the knot at the back of his head. He was dizzy, not only with the proximity of Kurt and what he was doing but the fact he was breathing so hard through the material in his mouth. He tried not to moan at the tantalising touch of Fancy but he couldn't help it, little grunts and groans kept escaping. His shoulders kept rising and hunching as the handsome young cop worked away. Kurt had to stop a couple of times to ask him to relax his shoulders and he tried to comply but he was just so sensitive to Fancy's touch. It was ridiculous! They were on duty in a very perilous situation and yet he was turned on as hell and his stupid dick was absolutely straining to get out of its pant confines.

"Okay Dave. You can spit the rag out now." Kurt said as the knot finally loosened and he moved back to sit beside the larger cop.

Dave spit out the rag and drew his legs up to hide the obvious tenting of his pants. He wasn't quick enough however and Kurt got quite a view before his legs obscured his erection. "Thanks Kurt." He replied humbly turning beet red.

Kurt decided to ignore Dave's problem but was inwardly satisfied that he was proven correct, Dave was most likely gay.

"Can you fill me in on what you know?" asked Kurt. "How did you end up tied up like this and gagged."

"We've been kidnapped by the Robbing Hood gang. They staged that fender bender to grab two cops for whatever heist they've got planned. That's why we're shirtless. I came to as two of the guys were taking my shirt off and I tried to fight them off. Another two guys came over and helped the first two hold me down and tie me to these pipes. They didn't chloroform me a second time because the fifth guy, the obvious leader, said they needed their small supply for other people to make their plan work and couldn't spare anymore for me, so they gagged me to stop me from yelling for help." Dave explained.

"Why just take our shirts and gear but not our pants?"

"I guess they figured they only needed the shirts for the police badges and stuff. If they took our pants the lengths might be too long or worse, too short. So they all wore their own black pants and shoes. When the two guys closest to our size put the shirts and other gear on they looked like cops. At least they looked cop-like enough to get away with it anyways."

"Do you have any idea what their plans are?"

"Nope. They are pretty clever, and kept voices down to whispers. They were heavily disguised and they didn't use real names, but went by the names of past republican presidents like Eisenhower, Regan, Hoover and Nixon – Bush Sr was the leader. They were surprisingly considerate. They made sure you were comfortable and would be safe when you regained consciousness and when I was fighting them they just used enough force to restrain me. I did get punched once but that was because I tried to pull the mask off of one of the guys. Generally though, they wanted us to survive and be as comfortable as possible. I can tell you though, that they most likely won't be coming back. They said that once their plan was set in motion, the police would be informed as to our whereabouts."

"So we just sit here like bumps on a log until someone finds us?" Kurt asked annoyed.

"They allowed me to keep my pen knife. It's in my front pocket." Dave blushed a bit when he mentioned it. He wasn't going to tell Kurt the conversation he had with the leader named Bush Sr.

Dave watched the men closely to get all the information he could about their habits and ways. It looked like they were ready to move out. They talked in low voices so Dave couldn't hear any of their plans. The leader broke off and walked towards Dave and knelt in front of him. He pulled Dave's gag off and then opened his hand to show Dave the closed pen knife.

"This is your penknife right?" he asked Dave.

"Yeah." Dave answered eyeing the man warily. Bush Sr. examined the knife and opened it.

"It's a cute little knife and well cared for. It's nice and sharp. It means a lot to you I suppose?"

"It's my granddad's, he gave it to me when I was a small boy. It's one of the few things I have left of him."

"Well I'm giving it to you back, along with your other personal items. They're over there on the table - except your phones of course – we'll have to keep them."

He closed the pen knife and pushed it down Dave's front pocket as far as it would go. "Your little pen knife should be sharp enough to cut the straps holding you. Once your friend over there regains consciousness you guys can occupy and entertain yourselves while in captivity, trying to retrieve, open and use the knife to free yourselves. It should take a while and by then we'll have accomplished our little goal that we've set for ourselves. Don't worry, if you don't manage to free yourselves we'll be contacting your station at some point to let them know where you are. In the meantime…" the masked leader of the Robbing Hoods gang slipped the gag back in place, patted Dave's thigh and laughed, "have fun big boy!".

Kurt sighed and looked at Dave in a somewhat appraising manner. "That's odd, what criminal gives us a way to escape?"

"There was something familiar about him. It's not what he said but how he said it. I swear I have met him before."

"Where?"

"I have wracking my brain thinking of where, while I've been sitting here waiting for you to wake up. I haven't come up with anything yet."

"Do you think he might be an ex-con or someone you have charged or ticketed?" Kurt asked.

"I don't think I met him through police work. But I know I have met him before." Dave answered obviously frustrated with himself.

"Did he recognise you?"

"He gave no indication that he recognised me. But it is odd that they were so careful with us."

"Well we have to get out of here soon so you can give this information to Chief Beiste." Kurt stated he looked at Dave's pants. "Did you say the knife in your pocket is a penknife?" Dave nodded. "You do realise that it is going to be very awkward getting such a tiny knife like that from out of your pocket, especially without the use of my hands."

"I know. Ahh sorry?"

"Well I'd best get started. Put your legs down so they're straight." David's pants were still tenting a bit but Kurt ignored Dave's problem and maneuvered himself down by Dave's crotch and carefully felt around Dave's thigh with his nose for something small and hard. It was tough going, besides the obvious erection; Dave twitched and gasped as he moved around searching. He finally found the knife's position. It was resting at the very bottom of the pocket and the pocket was positioned on the inside of Dave's thigh just under his crotch. Kurt sighed, of course it couldn't have rested on the outside of Dave's leg to save embarrassment. Might as well get going! Kurt wished his button nose was a little longer because he really had to push his face in between Dave's thighs in order to push the knife up towards the opening of his pocket. It was a frustrating process because the pocket's material was wrinkling up and stopping his progress. "God, this is hard!" Kurt exclaimed as the knife stopped moving again.

"I can't help it!" Dave said exasperated. "You're nuzzling around my junk!"

"I was referring to the difficulty of moving the knife through your clothes with my nose." Kurt replied arching and eyebrow at Dave. "Although your present condition is not helping." Kurt went back to work on retrieving the knife. It seemed impossible because of Dave's HUGE erection tenting his pants. He tried not to dwell too much on how well endowed Dave obviously was and tried to concentrate on the problem he faced moving the knife. So far he avoided Dave's privates as much as he could as he maneuvered the knife but it wasn't working - perhaps if he did the opposite and pressed against it. Kurt nudged Dave's erect penis to one side with his cheek and this time used his chin to push the knife along. It worked! The knife moved forward a bit. He pushed the knife again with his chin and was rewarded with it moving a few centimetres more. As he moved his chin upward to push the knife along, his cheek kept grazing along Dave's shaft and the awareness of his partner's erect quivering cock was creating a stirring response in his own pants.

Meanwhile Dave was beyond going crazy; he was sure he was definitely slipping into sexual insanity. All the dreams and the fantasies he had about Kurt going down on him did not prepare him for the image of Kurt kneeling by his pelvis, bare chested with his hands behind his back and his head bobbing up and down. He kept squeezing his eyes shut willing himself not to come. Not seeing was almost as bad because then the feel of Kurt's face rubbing against his cock seemed even more intense. It was torture, sweet blissful torture that Dave could barely stand but prayed would never end.

By the time Kurt had laboriously worked the knife up to the pocket opening, Dave had chewed a hole in the inside of his cheek desperately trying not to explode in orgasm. He felt breathless, sweaty and shaky like he had run a marathon rather than sit helplessly while Kurt did the actual grunt work. Kurt was rather flushed and breathing hard as well. He sat back on his ankles while he rested a bit and Dave closed his eyes tightly not wanting to look at the erection Kurt was now sporting. Kurt's hard because of me! Dave thought excitedly. He chastised himself and told himself calm down somehow.

"Okay," Kurt said breathlessly. "Now we have to try and open this knife up. You'll have to help me with this part Dave."

Dave swallowed hard. He hadn't been thinking about anything beyond getting the knife free from his pants without climaxing. How would they open such a puny knife?

Kurt bent over and scooped the knife up from where it lay on Dave's lap with his mouth, he then scooched back towards Dave on his bum and sat facing Dave with the knife still in his mouth.

"So I figure that I will hold the knife jacket with my teeth," Kurt mumbled around the knife in his mouth, "and you will have to try and grab the little piece of knife blade sticking out with you own teeth and pry it open."

"It won't be easy," Dave explained, "It's so tiny I can barely get my fingernail into the grove to open it up, let alone my teeth."

"Well we had better get started then, we have to get out of here." Kurt answered.

It took them forever to get the knife opened, but Dave decided that he enjoyed the endeavour even more than the knife retrieval. They had sat face to face, heads closely together as they worked on the problem. Their lips, noses and teeth constantly touched each other trying to pry the knife apart. They talked in whispered tones even though they were the only ones in the abandoned factory as they discussed different ideas to work the knife open. They sometimes giggled and laughed at the whole ridiculousness of the situation, coming up with jokes to get the other guy to crack up. The knife was passed back and forth from mouth to mouth to see if it made any difference as to who held the knife and who tried to get the blade. If this was the closest Dave ever got to making out with Kurt Hummel he would die a happy man. He even closed his eyes and imagined that he was doing exactly that, feeling Kurt's mouth touching his. In fact he got so carried away he almost swallowed the knife but Kurt quickly scooped the knife out of Dave's mouth with his tongue. Dave's eyes shot open and he couldn't stop a moan from escaping. Kurt giggled and smirked cheekily knowing full well what he was doing to Dave. Dave had never been this intimate with a man before and realised he had been missing out on a lot. Regrettably, in Dave's mind anyways, Kurt managed to pull open the knife blade while Dave held onto the knife's jacket.

"Good!" Kurt enthused as he smiled at David who was holding the opened knife in his mouth, "Now we have to tackle the next part."

The next part consisted on working out who should be freed first, which was a no brainer. By cutting one plastic strap, both of Kurt's hands could be freed and he could then quickly cut through all the rest of the straps. That's why Kurt ended up with his head in Dave's lap and his bum hovering close to Dave's face. Dave knew he should be concentrating on cutting the plastic cord that tied Kurt's hands together rather than eyeing Kurt's gorgeous ass.

"Dave!" Kurt mumbled into Dave's pelvis area, "what's taking so long? I swear your hard penis is pressing against my neck and cutting off my air supply!"

Dave was mortified and quickly got back to the task of cutting the cord with the knife in his mouth.

"Oh God! finally!" Kurt exclaimed when his hands were freed.

He quickly sat back on the floor, plucked the knife from Dave's mouth and easily cut the cord around his ankles.

He moved to his knees to cut Dave's cords but froze half way staring at Dave. Kurt sucked in his breath as he really saw the state of Dave now that he was free.

Dave gazed back at him with hooded lust filled eyes and a flushed face, he no longer pretended to hide his erection or his desire for Kurt. He didn't speak but the way he bit down on his bottom lip and squirmed with his body, screamed his want and need. His hands were tied back at his shoulders in such a way that it really defined his pecs when he moved. Seeing Dave tied up like that and so horny made Kurt think of cheap and dirty porn movies. The only thing missing from the scene was some jazzy generic music playing in the background. Kurt was torn, they were on duty and should be using the time to try and escape and worn the authorities. He shouldn't be having these illicit thoughts about keeping Dave tied up and doing kinky things to him. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he mulled it over in his head – what should he do - his duty or debauchery?

Dave had been watching Kurt closely as the young cop had cut through his bindings wishing he had the courage to say something, anything to let Kurt know how much he wanted him. When Kurt turned towards him, Dave was thrilled to see Kurt stop and give him a very thorough and appreciative stare. When Kurt licked his lips Dave just groaned and couldn't help but buck his hips up in response like he was some kind of bitch in heat.

Kurt's eyes lit up and smirked, he slowly advanced on Dave crawling over his legs and sitting on his lap so both their erections pressed together. He toyed with the knife in front of Dave. "Now then Officer Karofsky, should I free you from your bonds or should I keep you tied up so you behave yourself?"

"Are you going to make me BEG for my release, Officer Hummel?" Dave asked, happy his voice sounded confident yet heavily suggestive, completely masking how scared he felt inside. Don't laugh or reject me!

Kurt hummed happily at the innuendo and slipped the small knife into his pocket then leaned towards Dave's face getting close enough to almost touch noses. "You won't be begging for release so much and screaming for it, Officer Karofsky", he drawled in a sexy voice.

He grabbed David's neck with his hand to pull his face closer for a hard impassioned kiss. All walls fell down between them and they let their desires loose on each other - kissing, sucking, moaning and playing with each other's tongues. After some minutes of enjoying each other's mouths, Kurt came up for air for a few seconds and swooped in again to kiss Dave's neck and collar bone. Dave groaned and moved his head to bare more of his neck to Kurt's hot kisses. At the same time, he bucked his hips hoping to add friction where their cocks were joined together. Kurt continued to kiss Dave down along his heaving chest towards his lap.

"I want these off!" Kurt demanded as he moved to one side of David and started to unbutton Dave's waistband. "I can't wait to see what you have got hiding in your pants." He sounded as excited as a kid in a candy store.

Dave laughed and lifted his hips to help Kurt drag off his pants and underwear. "Stay up for a second!" Kurt ordered while he grabbed the blanket that was on the floor beside him and slipped it under Dave.

Dave was touched by the effort Kurt made to make him comfortable and would have thanked him if he could get any words out. As it was he was gasping for breath and trying not to climax instantly as Kurt moved his mouth over his dick.

Dave had thought it was hot when Kurt was maneuvering the knife out of his pocket and pressing his face on the outside of his pants. Nothing had prepared him for the range of sensations he was feeling now that Kurt Hummel's warm moist lips were moving up and down his shaft. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed himself not to come but to enjoy the sensations as long as he possibly could. In the end he came embarrassingly fast, not even being able to warn Kurt about the imminent explosion. Kurt was unfazed and swallowed everything. He even sat back on his heels and dragged a hand across his face looking mighty pleased with himself.

"Let's get you free." Kurt announced as he moved to cut the cords.

"No!" exclaimed Dave. Kurt looked at him puzzled. "I want to stay tied up while I blow you." Dave added turning red and looking self-conscious again.

Kurt was surprised but incredibly turned on by the idea of thrusting in Dave's mouth while the man was still bound. He had never thought of using bondage in sex play before and none of his other lovers had suggested such a thing. "I'll have to stand over you and…"

"I know."

Kurt glanced at him for a few seconds, worried that he would change his mind. But Dave smiled and bit his lip again in anticipation so Kurt leaped up and grappled with his pants, fumbling with his excitement and hurry to get them off.

"I don't know if I can control myself to be gentle." Kurt cautioned.

"Just go for it!"

Kurt stood in front of Dave and eased his throbbing erect penis into the tied up man's mouth. He started to move back and forth slowly allowing Dave to get used to the feeling of a cock hitting the back of his throat. Gradually he started thrusting harder and faster. Like Dave, he was quickly overcome by the sensations, by the sight of Dave tied up and sucking on his cock with an expression of ecstasy on his face. Kurt came hard and fast and almost choked Dave with the ejaculate. Dave gamely kept swallowing and breathing through his nose until Kurt was done. After he rode out one of the most intense orgasms he had ever had, Kurt sagged and fell to his knees.

"Fuck that what the hottest thing ever!" He gasped through deep breaths since his heart was still hammering in his chest.

"God yeah!" Dave managed to pant out.

Kurt rummaged around in his pockets to find the knife and finally cut Dave free. Dave grimaced as the blood started to flow unabated through his veins and arteries. He couldn't move his arms again once they flopped down by his side. Kurt massaged his arms and shoulders to help the blood circulate. He then sat down and leaned against Dave, sitting very close so he could keep his bare bum on the blanket.

They sat there in a satisfied silence for a while just breathing and coming down from their orgasmic highs. After a while they looked at each other and smiled with dopey satisfied grins.

"Kurt," Dave said, "I'm gay."

Kurt did the one thing that Dave had really fretted over for days. He laughed and laughed. It didn't bother Dave at all however, because it wasn't a cruel cold laugh Dave had half expected; it was a warm, natural belly laugh. Dave started to laugh too as the weight of worry and fear started to lift off his shoulders. He smiled down at Kurt who was still curling up in mirth over Dave's chest, absentmindedly combing his chest hair with his fingers. He would have hugged Kurt if he could get his arms working.

Kurt finally stopped laughing and sighed, "So it would appear." He then started to giggle again.

Dave stopped laughing and sighed looking intensely at Kurt. He then took a breath and explained. "This is the first time I have admitted it out loud to anyone, including myself."

"Oh wow Dave! I'm so proud of you!" Kurt exclaimed and gave him a quick hug. Dave's arms still weren't working so he couldn't hug Fancy back.

"It's not like I can deny it. What we did made it pretty obvious."

"There're plenty of men who have sex with other men and still deny they're gay Dave. I think you are very brave. Be proud of yourself!" Kurt insisted.

"Brave? Are you kidding? I've known I was gay since I was twelve years old and I am only admitting it now? I started to crush on you the moment you walked into the precinct yet I treated you like crap because I was so chicken shit scared to admit openly how attracted to you I was."

"Everyone has their own time table and circumstances Dave. Don't be so hard on yourself. Now that you have admitted it out loud, it will gradually get easier. Don't forget, I'm in your corner now. Whatever you decide to do, I will support you 100 percent!" Kurt encouraged.

"I don't want your support!" Dave shouted emphatically.

"Huh?"

"What I mean is – I don't want JUST your support. I want you! I know I was a real dick to you and everything. I'm so sorry about that! So many times I just wanted to come clean and tell you how I felt about you. When that stupid dickhead ex-boyfriend cheated on you, I wasn't sure if I wanted to beat the crap out of him for hurting you or kiss him for clearing the field for me to pursue you I think you are the sexiest, hottest man I have ever met and I really want to date you!" Dave paused looking at Kurt's inscrutable face, "I think I'll stop rambling pathetically now."

Kurt thought about what he was going to say, then stated carefully. "Dave, I am really, really flattered that you like me."

Dave looked disappointed, he could hear the 'but' coming up next. "Well I guess that's better than you being totally disgusted that I like you."

Kurt grinned, then continued, "Look, don't worry about the past stuff you said to me. I'm a big boy, I've heard worse and I forgive you. I consider us friends now and I have all kinds of patience for closeted friends. I meant about what I said before about everyone taking their own time in coming out.

"But?" Dave injected helpfully.

"However," Kurt said, lips quirking, "I feel it's different for lovers. I have no patience or tolerance for closeted boyfriends. I've been out and proud since I was fifteen. I have endured no end of fear, hatred and lies because of what I am and I will not give into it or let my life be governed by it. I am what I am and I refuse to lie about who I love and I definitely won't be someone else's embarrassing secret not even for a short period of time." Kurt stated adamantly.

He reached over and rubbed Dave's arm to soften the next blow. "There's no doubt that we have chemistry David, but I think we should just remain friends, at least until you are comfortable with who and what you are."

Dave sat, looking down at Kurt's hand rubbing his arm for some moments before answering. Finally he said, "you know if you'd have asked me yesterday or even this morning, to state one good thing about being gay, I couldn't have come up with an answer. I would've told you everything about being gay really SUCKS big time." Dave suddenly smiled and continued, "but if you ask me now to name one good thing about being gay, I would have to say making love to you. Because believe me, that blows every bad thing about being gay out the fucking water!"

Dave continued,"I now have hope for the first time in years that my future might be bright. It may or may not have you in it. I fervently hope it does – but if it doesn't, that's okay because I can see how wonderful love might be with a special man. If you were to accept me as a boyfriend, I would be so proud having you on my arm, I wouldn't give a damn what anybody says. I know the guys I hang around with at the station will give me grief and most likely shun me, but I don't care! They can go home to their mousey nagging wives, while I get to go out with you Fancy, the most amazing man ever!"

Kurt looked at David wide eyed. "So you're saying to me that despite the fact you have been hiding in the closet for almost twelve years, you're going to suddenly out yourself to all your family, friends, and colleagues and openly date me?

"Of course Fancy, it's a no-brainer!"

"You say that now but you'll start to resent me for forcing you –"

"You are not forcing me! Don't you hear what I'm saying? Even if you didn't have that condition for me to be your boyfriend, I would never want to hide you. I couldn't hide my feelings for you even if I wanted to. It was difficult enough before when I had to hurl all kinds of insults at you to cover up how I felt about you. Now that we've had sex, if I wanted to keep my desire and admiration for you hidden from the guys at the station –" Dave chuckled and smirked, "I'd have to beat you to a pulp. I'd rather not have to do that. I think it would be far better just to gaze at you like a love-sick puppy and take my lumps for it from the guys. Besides, I'm hoping you'll comfort me and keep reminding me why being gay is good."

Kurt smiled, "If you think what we did today is a good, wait until I show you the rest of the reasons why it's great to be gay."

Dave's eyes shone brightly, "does that mean - "

"Yes David, I would be honored if you were to be my boy-"

Kurt didn't get the rest of the sentence out because his mouth was covered by Dave's passionate kissing lips.

"Let's get out of here! We have a crime to solve." Kurt stated when Dave finally stopped kissing long enough to allow him to breath.