The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twelve
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Famous countertenor Kurt Hummel and billionaire entrepreneur Dave Karofsky must come to terms with the past but bitter feelings make a future for these two headstrong men highly unlikely. This fic is rated M.
A/N 1: Thank you, thank you, thank you, all! Your reviews give me such a huge boost. Well, with this chapter I got so into writing the yummy stuff that it is twice as long as the others. Hope you all don't mind! Special thanks to my Dragon for indispensable assistance.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
KHDK
Kurt walked into his flat, his mind on what Noah had just said and sighed, wondering when he had reverted to 13-year-old girl. He liked a guy, knew the guy liked him but was just too scared to do anything because he didn't want to look pathetic. Kurt knew his pride was one of his biggest flaws and he honestly tried much of the time to rise above it but this was his heart he was dealing with. He had never before felt this way about anyone. David made him feel hot and bothered and not necessarily always in the good way.
He threw his jacket over the back of the couch and headed into the kitchen for a bottle of water. Drinking always made him thirsty (huh, how odd was that) and just as he passed the hall table he noticed the little message light on his answering machine was flashing. He wondered who would be calling his flat rather than his mobile and depressed the button. To say he was floored by the voice issuing from the device would be the understatement of the century!
"Hi, Kurt, I, uh, have two tickets to the new exhibition at the Tate and wondered if – uhm – maybe you would want to go with me. That's if you're not busy, of course. Uhm, this is Dave Karofsky; please call when you get a chance. Okay, g'night."
Kurt's heart started up a rapid tattoo in his chest causing the pulse in his throat to thrum rapidly. He sat abruptly in the chair by the table and glanced at the number from which the call had been made, automatically memorizing it though he was still in a slight daze.
Oh, damn, here he'd been getting himself in a lather about David, wondering what he should do and the man just forged ahead and called to invite him out. Kurt shook his head slowly, a small grin appearing almost reluctantly on his face and he reached for the phone. He waited as the machine recalled David's number and sat almost impatiently, his foot tapping, as the call connected.
Click. "Hello, Dave Karofsky speaking."
"Uhm, David, it's Kurt Hummel."
A soft chuckle tickled Kurt's ear and he blushed even though the other man couldn't see him.
"Hi, Kurt, I'm glad you got my message. I wasn't certain whether I should try your house or your mobile."
Kurt swallowed, wondering why his mouth was dry. Having David's voice so soft and close to his ear was playing havoc with his pulse. "Yes, well, that's okay; I prefer you call on the house phone. I was at the theatre arguing about some upcoming command performance thing with Rex. I prefer talking to friends on the house phone. I guess I kinda use the mobile more for business calls. Ugh…"
He blushed again as he realized he was bloody rambling! He winced when he heard David trying to repress a laugh. His pulse leapt at the next thing the other man said.
"I'm glad you think of us as friends, Kurt. I wasn't entirely certain…" his voice trailed off and for a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of the open line between them.
Kurt struggled for cool and composed though he was kicking himself mentally for apparently regressing to his teen years. "Well, we're both grown men and I think we can move beyond any earlier unpleasantness, can't we?"
"I'm very happy to hear that, Kurt."
Kurt drew a shuddering breath at the way David's voice seemed to soften whenever he said his name. He closed his eyes, willing his wayward libido to behave itself, and cleared his throat of any telltale huskiness.
"Yes, well; uhm, about that Tate date…" he winced and hit his own leg with a fist at how lame he sounded. "When did you want to go?"
He listened to David laugh and wondered at how relaxed and happy the man sounded. He couldn't imagine what conversation he and the Hon. Emma had had the night after the Palladium gala. Kurt admitted he had gone out of his way to stir things up with that crack about baking another cake, hoping to put a dent in the woman's condescending attitude.
"I can always work around your schedule. I know you have performances most days apart from Wednesday nights and all day Mondays, right?"
He waited for Kurt to confirm this and then continued. "So, if you could call me when you get that sorted, we'll make a night of it."
Kurt barely held back a diva-like gasp of outrage, wondering at the man's sudden audacity. Wait, this has gone from a visit to an art exhibition to a full-on "night of it"? He knew his voice was snooty when he replied to the man on the other end of the line who sounded suspiciously as if he were chuckling!
"'A night of it.' Really. We are getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?"
Dave laughed as he pictured Kurt's nose tilted up in true diva fashion, his back straight and posture screaming defiance. He'd slipped that part in just to get that same reaction. He absolutely loved everything about Kurt, even when he was being a brat, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss that haughty expression off his face every single time.
"Relax, Kurt, I was just kidding. That's not to say that I wouldn't love to take you out to dinner afterwards – only if you'd want to, of course."
He could almost hear the gears going around in the singer's mind, debating if he should give in to Dave's wish for them to spend more time together. After a few seconds' wait, Kurt's voice, considerably softer, echoed down the line.
"Yes, well, I've thought about it and I think we could do dinner. Nowhere too crowded, though; I'm not always in a mood to deal with the paparazzi and I swear they stake out every last popular restaurant and pub these days." He'd had quite enough of opening newspapers and seeing his own face staring back at him for a while now.
Dave nodded in agreement then realized Kurt couldn't see him. "Yeah, I agree. So, call me when you check your calendar and we'll set this up, then." He paused, thought about his next words and then continued more quietly. "Thank you, Kurt."
There was silence on the line again and he wondered what the diva was thinking now. He so wanted to move things along between them and if it took the rest of his life to make Kurt want him, he was more than willing to do it. Going on dates, in fact, doing any and everything possible to get closer to the beautiful singer was his new priority in life.
He heard Kurt take a soft breath before his melodious voice echoed in his ear. "I'll see you soon, David." Then a quiet click indicated he'd hung up but Dave still sat staring at the phone, his mind's eye seeing only Kurt and trying to calm his quickened breathing.
He almost thought himself pathetic again as he acknowledged how much everything about Kurt turned him on. He crossed his fingers and prayed he would call him back soon with a definite time and day for their very first date. He finally got up from behind his desk, noticing as he did that his pants felt uncomfortably tight as a result of his reaction to Kurt's voice in his ear. Jesus, he couldn't imagine what phone sex with the singer would be like if he reacted like this just to a simple conversation.
Back in his flat, Kurt too sat for a while, his mind running back over everything they'd just said to each other. He didn't seem to realize that there was a soft little smile on his lips but he recognized the little flutter in his stomach and knew he had to get a grip. He couldn't let David know how much he wanted more than just a stroll around an art gallery and dinner.
He got up to get his day planner and flipped through the pages, remembering that he had a couple of things to take care of on his few free days. Frankly, they were not very important and he acknowledged that he'd rather get together with David sooner rather than later. As he crossed out various appointments and rewrote them into other slots, he realized that, for pride's sake, he should probably wait a day or so before calling David and firming up their plans to meet.
Satisfied with that plan of action, he proceeded to take care of domestic type things around his flat before deciding to fix a salad and sandwich and then head to bed. All this emotional to-ing and fro-ing was exhausting but a part of him was very satisfied that things seemed to be moving ahead for him and David.
Later, as he finally got into bed and settled down, one final thing popped up in his mind. He could have kicked himself for forgetting to ask David about the Hon. Emma. He really wanted to know what the situation was between the two. He yawned delicately as he decided: To hell with it – if she can't hold on to her man, he was not going to worry about it. Hell no!
Kurt drifted into peaceful sleep, visions of a spitting and fuming Emma Smythe-Heffley dancing in his head. Sweet dreams, sweet dreams…
KHDK
Dave Karofsky, billionaire, was a nervous wreck. He looked at himself for the possibly the twentieth time and worried whether he looked okay. He lifted the tumbler with about a finger of brandy in it and tossed the liquid to the back of his throat. Strictly medicinal, he reminded himself. He placed the glass heavily on the mantelshelf and stared at himself in the mirror above it.
He had gotten Kurt's message that yes, Monday was good and that David should pick him up at his flat at 6 sharp. If Dave had been in the army and his CO had just given him an order, he couldn't have responded with more alacrity. His body had stiffened and his mind sharpened as he heard Kurt's cool, autocratic tone issuing his commands as well as the directions to his flat. Boy, he had it really bad if that, too, turned him on but he knew he was totally gone.
Now he spun around, grabbed his jacket, made sure he had his keys and called out to his housekeeper that he'd be back late and she shouldn't wait up for him. He'd told his driver earlier that he wouldn't be needing him and that he should bring the Bentley around to the front so now he jumped in the gleaming beauty and headed down the driveway, trying to compose himself.
It took the entire drive from Totteridge to Kurt's flat for Dave to calm down, seriously! He knew that, given half the chance, dinner tonight would segue into him getting an invitation back to Kurt's flat for a nightcap and… well, who knows after that.
Eventually he pulled up outside of the converted townhouse and turned off the engine of the powerful beast. He wasn't actually trying to impress Kurt with the beautiful car; he simply thought that anything less was not worthy of Kurt's own magnificence. He took a deep breath and got out, heading up to the recessed doorway and ringing the bell.
The buzz indicated that Kurt had let him in and he took the stairs two at a time to get to Kurt's flat. He tried to calm himself by breathing deeply when he got to the door, but he lost that breath when the door opened.
Kurt smiled serenely as he took in David's reaction. He had decided on a suit with a cobalt blue shirt and matching tie – an ensemble that was unusually simple but for the fact that the stunning color made his eyes glow brilliantly. From the look on David's face, he had more than achieved his objective. The man couldn't seem to take his eyes off of him and Kurt felt a little bubble of happiness float up inside of him.
He stepped back, silently inviting David to step inside and closed the door quietly behind the larger man. David didn't look too bad himself. His own suit was black but the tie was a black-on-black paisley print that Kurt absolutely loved. He decided to start the ball rolling because it seemed David was, himself, at a loss for words. Or maybe it was just plain nerves, Kurt giggled to himself.
"You look good, David."
Dave turned around and swallowed quickly before answering. "Th-thank you. Uhm, you look wonderful… I mean… uh, you look great." He winced as he saw the amusement in Kurt's aquamarine eyes. He'd never seen Kurt in quite that kind of suit but he remembered fondly a particular top Kurt had worn back on the island that had had that same color in it mixed with green and turquoise. The top had been made of a very thin, sheer material and he remembered the way Kurt's porcelain skin had gleamed through it.
Now he ducked his head as he was sure what he was thinking was evident on his face. However, Kurt simply chuckled and accepted his compliment, thankfully ignoring how Dave had stuttered through it like a schoolboy.
"Would you like a drink, David? I think we have time… you're a little early." Kurt smiled at the mortified blush now staining David's cheeks. "it's alright; I'm a little ahead of time myself."
David accepted the glass of sherry and seated himself while he waited on Kurt. His blasted palms were sweating and he berated himself for being so very uncool about the whole thing. He prayed Kurt wouldn't think him pathetic; he was acting as if he'd never been on a date before, dammit!
Kurt came over with their drinks and as he handed David his, their fingers touched and Kurt felt his own heart lurch as his body reacted. He was thankful that David simply took the glass without looking at him; he was sure his own face was now bright pink! He seated himself across from David and sipped gratefully at the sweet liqueur.
Silence. Then, as so often happens, they both spoke at once. "How's work/How's the theatre?"
The both broke off, looking at each other startled, before chuckling at the same time. Kurt spoke first this time. "How's work? I know you've been traveling a bit. Dubai, was it?"
Dave nodded as he placed his wine glass on the table before him. He launched into an account of his trip abroad, cracking Kurt up with his stories of the workers on the site of his proposed new hotel and the cultural missteps that had taken place, mostly through Dave's own ignorance.
Kurt sat back and admired both David's modesty and brilliance, knowing that he had taken his father's business and grown it to the point where it was these days. He liked watching the way David's eyes sparkled when he spoke about upcoming projects and how much work it would provide along with the boost to the area's economy.
Conversation then rolled around to Kurt's grousing about the imminent royal command performance and his displeasure with Princess Kate harking back to the days of old where you could just distract the masses with the modern day version of 'bread and circuses'. He wasn't politically minded any more than the next person but he resented his company being used in such a way.
Dave nodded in apparent agreement and informed Kurt that he'd had an invitation from the palace to attend, which meant in Kurt's mind that the Hon. Emma would also be in attendance. Suddenly, the luster of his upcoming date with David seemed to fade and he cleared his throat before asking the question that had been on his mind for a while.
"Uhm, David, tell me… are you engaged to the Honorable Emma?" He watched David as the man seemed a little taken aback by the seemingly abrupt change in topic.
Dave wondered how in hell they'd gone from politics to his supposed fiancée but shrugged before answering Kurt. "She would like us to be… but no, we aren't really engaged." He took a quick sip of his sherry and hoped Kurt was satisfied with that answer.
Kurt stared down into the amber liquid he was swirling in the wine glass. He didn't speak for a while, obviously struggling with something and then, placing the glass back on the table he looked up at Dave, an enigmatic expression shadowing his sea-green eyes.
"David, what are we doing here?"
Dave stared back at the singer, his mind having blanked out for a second or two, and then he stuttered: "Here? What do you mean?"
Kurt huffed in impatience. "I mean, David, what exactly is happening with us?" He dropped his head as he continued, one slender pale hand rubbing along the sharp crease of his dress pants. "There is an immense attraction between us, I admit. What I really want to know is – where is this heading?"
Dave had had time to compose himself and he got up, moved around the coffee table and sat beside Kurt. He bravely reached over to take the hand that Kurt was rubbing agitatedly back and forth, and looked deep into the singer's beautiful eyes.
"Kurt, I don't know where this is heading. Seriously, you're the one in the driver's seat here. You know how I feel about you. I am the one that isn't sure where you want this to go."
They sat in silence while Dave allowed Kurt time to gather his thoughts and come to a decision about them. He loved the very air that Kurt breathed and knew that Kurt held an immense power over him. If the diva wanted a superficial affair with him, he would gladly take it. If they were to remain friends who occasionally went out together, he would take that, too. Deep in the very essence of him, though, he knew he wanted everything with this wonderful, fascinatingly complex being sitting beside him.
He looked up as he heard Kurt sigh but before he could say anything, warm, incredibly soft lips were pressed against his. He held still, not knowing how far Kurt wanted to go with this but just happy that the singer wanted to be this close, at least.
A warm hand touched Dave's cheek and he opened his eyes to see Kurt smiling at him. "David, you have been very clear about how you feel about me. Please, give me time, okay? You know that I find you very attractive," he paused as Dave seemed to wince at this and he chuckled. "No, this isn't a brush-off, you nut; I really think you're pretty hot."
He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Dave's again, pleased this time when the other man relaxed enough to allow Kurt's tongue to slip inside. He moaned at the heat and sweetness of kissing David without anything else going on but this; two people who were attracted to each other and exploring said attraction.
Dave for his part was blown away at the way Kurt melted into his arms, such a difference from their brief but very hot encounter on the island. He wanted nothing more than to spend the next how many years being able to do this whenever he felt like it. He reminded himself, though, not to get ahead of himself. Kurt had said to give him time, but by the way the singer was squirming in his lap, that time would be blessedly short.
Kurt licked into the hot cavern, flicking his tongue at the roof of Dave's mouth and gloating over the strangled groans coming from the larger man. He could tell that Dave was holding back and he didn't want that; he wanted that same hot, out-of-control Dave that had held him down on that bed back on the island and made Kurt come hard. He slid one hand around Dave's waist and scraped his fingernails up the man's side, loving the shudder that ran though the large body.
Dave leaned further back on the couch, hauling Kurt bodily onto him, their bodies heating as their groins rubbed insistently together. His hands slipped down to Kurt's round, tight ass and his hips lunged up as he held Kurt against him. Kurt ground down in turn onto Dave, realizing two things simultaneously as he did: one, that he was about to come any moment now and, two, he was about to come inside of a two-thousand pound bespoke tailored dress pants. Hell, no!
He writhed against Dave while trying to ease away, his body protesting and his breath coming in quick puffs. "David, David, we've got to stop!"
For a couple of seconds Kurt wasn't certain the other man had even heard him but then his head fell back and he stared up a the ceiling. He breathed hard as his hands fell away from where they'd been kneading Kurt's ass, allowing the singer to struggle upwards.
They sat for a while, the only sound their labored breathing and then Dave looked over at him with a smug grin on his face. "A little time, huh?" And Kurt whapped him lightly against his stomach as he smiled abashedly.
"Well, I do think you're hot, I admitted that, so you can't really blame a boy, can you?"
Eventually, David asked to use his restroom and went to freshen up while Kurt gathered their wineglasses and then headed to the bedroom to repair the ravages to his hair and makeup.
When Dave came out of the bathroom looking all sleek and elegant again, he slipped in after him and ran cold water over his wrists to cool down fast. He stared at the way his eyes seemed to glow and his cheeks were still flushed and knew that anyone looking at him would know immediately what he'd just been doing. He grinned to himself; he didn't know what the future held for him and David, but he was determined to enjoy the ride, oh yes.
KHDK
The two men sat in the little restaurant, only one of about six couples in the whole place, and chatted easily about the Yayoi Kusama exhibition they'd just been to at the Tate Modern. Dave had an interest in photography – Kurt teased him a bit about his interest in seemingly everything – and they had strolled around the gallery companionably. There was no uneasiness between them because of their earlier actions and if sometimes – in walking around looking at the various pieces their hands brushed and seemed to linger – neither of them was going to comment on it.
Now they sat finishing up a fine meal that, had you asked them later what it had consisted of, neither of them could tell you. Dave could tell you that in the subdued lighting Kurt's skin seemed to glow, smooth and flawless; Kurt could tell you that in that same lighting, David's eyes were such a warm, clear gold, he couldn't see any hints of green.
They could tell you that while maybe they had shared a dessert – chocolate, of course – the most important thing was the taste of it on each other's lips as Dave kissed Kurt later.
His heart swelled as he held the other man's slender body tight to his; Kurt's hips should be illegal, he thought stupidly at one point. The way Kurt moved against him, all the while humming softly beneath his breath as he kissed the stuffing out of Dave, made his head feel light and his balls heavy.
He pushed Kurt up against the door to the flat, not having allowed Kurt time to even unlock it before his wayward hands had gripped the singer, spun him around and then proceeded to plunder the startled lips beneath his own. Kurt had got with the program quickly enough and his head had thudded softly against the door panel as David had kissed and nibbled up and down Kurt's neck.
Soft, wordless little murmurs sounded between the two but it was when Kurt gasped louder at one particularly hard grind from Dave's hips that they realized they were still leant up against the door of the flat. On the outside!
Dave reluctantly eased back, giving Kurt a chance to catch his breath and fumble for the lock. As soon as they were through the door, however, they were back in each other's arms. Kurt's jacket went flying first, then Dave's, then their ties, one of the buttons on Dave's shirt and finally they were tugging impatiently at each other's belt buckle.
When Dave had triumphantly managed to evade Kurt's hands long enough to strip the singer, he sat back on his heels; he was on the floor in front of the couch with Kurt sprawled on it in all his naked magnificence. David felt his head swim for a second as he tried to get his mind around the fact that Kurt Hummel was here with him, willingly, naked and exposed and hard for him, David Karofsky.
Kurt, sensing maybe a little of what Dave was going through, reached one gentle hand to pull the larger man towards him. Dave got with the program and kissed Kurt with all the love and gratitude he had in him. Kurt took it and gave it back gladly, his long, pale slender limbs wrapping tightly around the large, hot body lying half on top of him.
Dave groaned as Kurt's hot, hard cock rubbed against his stomach, precum smoothing the hairs there as it moved. He plunged his tongue over and over into Kurt's greedy mouth, perhaps giving him an idea of what he wanted to be doing to his body, and Kurt mewed happily. Kurt tore his mouth away to stare up into Dave's glowing eyes.
"Karofsky, you are still dressed!" And laughed at the slight shock on Dave's face on hearing himself addressed by his last name in such a situation. He smiled however at the mischievous expression on Kurt's face and leaned forward to nip gently at one pretty pink nipple in retaliation before licking it soothingly. He laughed at Kurt's outraged gasp and stood up to remove his trousers.
He absolutely loved the look on Kurt's face when he dropped trou, revealing the huge bulge in his boxers. Hungry wouldn't begin to describe Kurt as he licked his lips, one hand coming up to rub at Dave. His soft little moan of appreciation at the feel of the larger man was enough to spur Dave on. He quickly kicked himself free of the garment and knelt back between Kurt's legs.
He looked up at the singer's flushed alabaster skin and ran his hands from his ankles, up his legs to his thighs and rubbed there. He didn't touch the slender rosy cock bobbing at him even though he knew Kurt was dying for him to, but smiled at Kurt before speaking.
"What do you want me to do, master?"
Kurt's loud gasp and subsequent choking cracked Dave up and he shook his head as he laughed, admiring the beautiful man before him. Kurt finally composed himself enough to grind out: "Stop laughing, you bastard; you did that deliberately!"
Dave shook his head in reply, a few chuckles still leaking out. "No, not really. You're the one in control here. You will have to tell me – or show me – what you want."
Kurt looked at him, wondering if he was having him on, but Dave's expression showed only sincerity and a desire to please. Really, he was pushing a couple of buttons Kurt hadn't even realized he'd had. It was an incredible turn on to have such a large and powerful man at his feet and looking at Dave looking back at him with such devotion made his heart – and other parts – swell.
He relaxed a bit and allowed his hips to undulate slightly to make his cock bob. "I want your mouth, David. Now."
David wasted no time in leaning forward, setting his lips to Kurt's leg, alternately kissing and licking up one long, strong thigh before switching happily to the other. Kurt moaned as Dave's soft hot lips came closer and closer to where he needed it most. He knew the other man was probably trying to torture him but he was quite happy with the attempt.
Kurt's body convulsed as suddenly Dave's hot mouth descended tightly around Kurt's cock. The singer cried out as he grabbed Dave's head, his fingers grasping the curly hair and tugging. He writhed and panted as Dave suctioned his mouth up to the head, swirled his tongue just beneath the flare and then flicked it into the slit.
Kurt cried out again, his hips rolling in an attempt to get Dave to sink down on his cock again. He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the feel of the slick hot tongue swirling around him. Suddenly he shuddered as one of Dave's fingers trailed from his balls down to his pucker and he cried out a third time, this time tugging at Dave's head to get his attention.
"David, oh, David… uh, wait, wait a little!"
He panted hard as David's mouth slid back up his cock and off the head. The bastard didn't remove his finger, however, just stared smugly at Kurt while he petted the tight pink hole softly.
"Uh, that feels soooo good! Uh, but I don't want to come yet." He sank back, closed his eyes and then opened them to see David still watching him. "Let's take this into the bedroom shall we?"
Dave grinned as he jumped up and before another word could leave Kurt's lips, he bent forward and grasped the slimmer man, lifting him into his arms.
"David Karofsky, you brute, put me down! I'm not a girl, goddamnit!" But Dave only laughed and picked his way carefully around furniture and clothes as he made his way to the diva's boudoir. He went through the door and then dumped Kurt unceremoniously on the bed.
He laughed as the singer pouted at him but Dave could see it was all for show. Kurt obviously liked that Dave was strong enough to pick him up like that and, clearly, his cock liked it too. The slimmer man made no bones about that as he relaxed against the pile of pillows and stroked himself, waiting for Dave's next move.
Dave's smile softened as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up to lie beside Kurt. He kissed him softly, teasing the pouting pink lips and coaxing them apart. He could never get enough of kissing Kurt and he rolled over so he was half on top of the other man and deepened the kiss.
Kurt moaned at the feel of Dave's heavy body pressing his own slighter frame down into the bed. He slid down further so Dave was lined up better and then wrapped his legs around the other man's hips. Their cocks rubbed deliciously and though Kurt would at one time probably have been satisfied with that, tonight he wanted everything from Dave.
"Mmmm, the condoms and lube are in that drawer," he indicated with his chin before turning back to nibble along Dave's neck and jaw. The man's skin was tight and healthy and Kurt loved his scent. He was so very much Kurt's type he almost wanted to kick himself for his reaction to the contretemps back on the island. Eh, water under that tired bridge, he grinned to himself. He was here now with an incredibly sexy man about to fuck him into his mattress and he was not going to be distracted from that event!
Dave smiled at the determined way Kurt was trying to kiss or nibble at any inch of skin he could reach and leaned over to the side of the huge bed, struggling to pull the drawer open without having to get off of Kurt. It was impossible though, so he moved over to the side of the bed, yanked the drawer open and found boxes of condoms of assorted sizes. He felt a slight pang at that but ignored it determinedly. He took out the tube of lube as well and turned back to see Kurt watching him, a soft look in the aquamarine eyes.
"Hey, you okay?" Kurt's voice was oddly soothing and arousing, Dave couldn't decide which, but he nodded, smiling back at the singer.
"Better than okay," he replied with a lascivious wink which cracked Kurt up. He slid back over to kneel before Kurt, lube up his fingers and then looked at him enquiringly. Kurt realized what he wanted and blushed a little as he widened his legs further. Dave smirked at him, grabbed one leg and lifted it to his shoulder. Kurt was undeniably flexible and he didn't even wince at the angle his leg was at.
The singer shuddered as Dave's big finger slid into him and slid out again. It had been quite a while and he knew he was tight so he was glad Dave was going slowly. Dave left the finger there while his other hand stroked Kurt's leg, dropping a kiss on the delicate ankle near his face. He grinned as Kurt shuddered around his finger and then removed his hand only to return with a second finger. He crooked them and had the pleasure of hearing Kurt cry out as they brushed his prostate gently yet firmly.
He looked up at Kurt's face to check for any discomfort – though right now his own cock was so uncomfortable it felt like bursting – and when he saw none he added a third finger. He looked down back at them; undeniably it was a gorgeous sight, watching his fingers disappear into Kurt's body and he sucked in a deep breath and prepared to add a fourth finger, just to be safe. He looked up at Kurt. "Okay?"
Kurt nodded, biting his lips at the pinch of the extra finger but he consciously relaxed his body as Dave continued to scissor his fingers apart. He desperately wanted Dave inside of him but the man was huge and they would both feel really bad if in their haste they ended up hurting Kurt. Dave paid extra attention to his prostate, watching as Kurt's flagging cock stiffened again.
Finally, finally, Dave felt Kurt loosen enough to take him easily and he pulled his fingers out gently. He quickly slid a condom onto his aching dick and lubed it up generously. He settled further up the bed, causing Kurt's leg to rise higher and then lifted the other leg to his shoulder as well. Kurt was muttering something, beads of perspiration dotting his upper lip and one fist grabbing the coverlet tightly.
"You okay, babe," Dave asked, concerned. He wanted nothing more than to sink into that tight hot body but he needed to know first if Kurt was okay. Then he realized what Kurt had been muttering with that half-pained look on his face.
"Do it, do it, do it, do it…" The look of ecstasy on Kurt's sweaty, beautiful face made Dave's heart clench.
He gulped and obeyed his love, moving forward in increments as Kurt's body closed around his cock. Halfway in he had to stop, though his legs were shaking and sweat was rolling down his forehead and falling onto Kurt's chest. Kurt was painfully tight and Dave just had to wait for him to relax a bit before moving forward again.
Eventually the tension in Kurt's body eased somewhat and Dave sank in all the way, both of them catching a breath at the unbelievable feeling. Kurt opened his eyes and stared up at Dave, a blaze of emotion seeming to ignite the air between them. He finally smiled, his pink lips all bitten and puffy.
"David, oh David!"
Dave closed his eyes, eased back out and sank in again, his will pushed to the limit because all he wanted to do was just pound away. He pulled out once more but this time, as he paused, Kurt tightened his legs and pulled him back in, Dave gliding in with a startled grunt.
Realizing that Kurt was clearly not in the mood for soft and slow, he set up a steady rhythm, his mind flying away as his body took over. The sexy sounds falling from Kurt's lips spurred him on, the singer's fingernails scoring burning trails down his back even as his hips lunged up to meet Dave's.
"Uh-uh-uh-…" Kurt's head rolled back and forth as he ground down onto Dave's dick; Dave held Kurt's hips tightly, sure he was leaving bruises but not giving a damn at the moment. Their bodies heaved and fought for every last bit of pleasure they could wring from each other and when Kurt flung one hand up to his mouth and bit down on a fist, Dave knew he was close… and stopped.
The outraged snarl that erupted from Kurt almost made Dave grin but now was not the time. He pulled out gently, holding onto the condom and told Kurt to flip over onto his knees. The singer's mutinous expression hardly changed even as he did as Dave asked; Dave ran one loving hand down Kurt's long smooth back, fondled his ass cheeks and then lined himself up again.
"You ready?"
"Just do it, Karofsky!"
Dave smirked and even before the last syllable had been snarled, he was gliding back into the welcoming heat of Kurt's ass. He groaned at the soft, hot yet tight feel, knowing that he himself wasn't going to last much longer. He set up a blistering pace, loving the sound of his hips slapping against Kurt's ass and the singer's musical sobs. Dave reached one hand around and grasped Kurt's cock tightly, knowing that at this point he could be a little rougher and Kurt would ask for more.
Which he did… and loudly, too.
Dave's pride got a hell of a boost just listening to Kurt babble as he stroked into him and fisted his cock. Kurt was pushing back against him like there was no tomorrow and Dave knew he would die trying to give everything to Kurt.
"Dave, fuck, uh-uh, baby, yes!" Kurt had quite a mouth on him but Dave simply loved it, his hips slamming forward as he tagged his lover's prostate over and over.
He leaned forward, planting kisses along Kurt's sweaty neck and shoulders and murmuring soft endearments, telling Kurt how hot, how fuckable he was.
Suddenly, without warning, Kurt cried out and then he was right there. His body seemed to seize and tighten up almost painfully on Dave's cock and then he erupted, hot come spurting then dribbling over Dave's fist.
Kurt's orgasm immediately pulled Dave's from him and he let out a gasping shout as his body emptied itself into Kurt's.
"Oh, oh, Kurt; oh god, Kuuuuurt!"
If there were tears mixed with the sweat dropping onto Kurt's shuddering body, Dave wasn't going to admit to it. His orgasm seemed to go on for ever and he clung to Kurt who had fallen flat onto the bed.
The two men spooned together automatically, Dave's hand still holding Kurt's soft cock and Kurt stroking his arm. Their orgasm had been so intense, even minutes later they were still panting and dry-mouthed. The sweat on their bodies started cooling and Kurt pulled away to get the duvet that had been at the foot of the bed. Dave took the opportunity to carefully remove the condom and drop it into the waste bin near the bed.
They fell back into the same positions, though this time comfortably tucked beneath the comforter, and Dave nuzzled the back of Kurt's sweaty head, still able to detect the smell of the singer's shampoo. It seemed they were both cuddlers and that suited Dave fine; he didn't think he could find the energy to get up and go home right now anyway.
He nuzzled Kurt's ear, loving how sleepy and kittenish Kurt seemed and smiled against the soft cheek. He kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth and noticed that the singer was already dozing off. He smiled, kissed him again and fell back against his pillow.
"Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I love you."
TBC
A/N 2: There you are - hopefully hot, slashy goodness. Drop me a line and let me know what you think, guys, please. I'm not too proud to beg.