The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Fifteen
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.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
KHDK
Kurt looked at the phone is his hand, huffed a bit and then replaced it in its cradle. That was odd. He'd called David to let him know they'd been invited to Will's place for dinner the next evening after his matinee performance. It should have been a straightforward conversation but David's cryptic responses had puzzled Kurt. As he thought on it he realized that someone else must have been present and David had not wanted to give away his private business.
Kurt smiled to himself, marveling at how natural and comfortable they were in each other's company. Of course it also helped that they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. He absolutely loved the way David looked at him as if he was all the food he had ever wanted and had always been denied. Now he was free to touch and to taste and it was if he couldn't get enough. A flush ran from Kurt's cheeks down his neck and he hoped his assistant wouldn't notice; really, how could he explain away his erection while she was helping him into his costume?
That night's performance was a little draining for Kurt; he probably shouldn't have substituted rest for sex with David that morning but who could pass up the opportunity to ride such a magnificent man? David had followed orders so well, too, and that was another immense turn on.
Kurt hadn't realized before that he'd had such a kink within him but the first time when David had jokingly said "yes, master", Kurt had felt his stomach twist in a whole new way. Hmmm, he pondered as the girl tied him into Oberon's flamboyant robes, maybe we can introduce some silk scarves or even a blindfold next time. He giggled as the girl looked at him enquiringly but he just shook his head to indicate he was fine.
I'm more than fine, he thought smugly, I'm hot and I have a hot boyfriend. He could have slapped himself for how very juvenile he sounded even in his own thoughts. It really was a fantastic feeling, though, and he felt as if he were walking on air, unaided by the harness the special effects people had rigged up for Oberon's entrance as King of the Fairies.
This production of A Midsummer Night's Dream was the most lavish and special effects-heavy show on the West End ever. The show was immensely popular especially with the younger crowd and he was extremely lucky that he had one of the leads. It meant a huge boost in his salary as he got a percentage of the gross, thanks to Will's wonderful business acumen. More importantly, it meant that, after the Italy gig, he could take a fairly long leave of absence and he wanted to do something besides sing. He didn't know what just yet, but maybe, too, he might just relax, visit family and regroup.
The thought of how his dad would react to David and his status occupied his mind until the curtain rose. After that he went into automatic performing mode and it wasn't until the final curtain call that he relaxed, his mind going directly to David.
More specifically, his mind went to David and his lovely large hands and beautiful, big cock. His stomach clenched in anticipation, even though he had no plans to see the man tonight. Still, his body always seemed to react like that when he thought of David, and his eyes grew dreamy just thinking about all the things he'd love to do to him if he were there.
Kurt strode off the stage, chatting and laughing with the other actors, and as he headed towards the dressing room area, his assistant hurried up to him and grabbed his arm. He was a little startled because the assistants never touched the stars without their permission but he realized she had an unusually serious expression on her face.
"Yes, Esther, what is it, why're you looking so grim?" Though he towered over the petite woman, the sheer force of her urgency made her seem to be of a height with him.
"There are two men waiting for you in your dressing room. I tried to stop them but they said it was extremely important." Her eyes were huge in her narrow face and Kurt felt his own widen as he tried to understand what she was saying. Nodding jerkily he thanked her and ran towards the dressing room.
His mind was in a strange place because the first thing on his mind had been that something had happened to his father; the next thing was David. He was out of breath by the time he slammed into his dressing room, skidding to a halt as he saw the last person he expected to see.
"Noah? What the hell?" Kurt was panting and scared by the time the other man turned around.
Noah spun around and moved toward him, a slight smile on his tanned face though his eyes were serious. With him was another man Kurt didn't know but suspected from the way he ignored Kurt and Noah politely that he worked for him.
"Hey, princess, looking good in all that glitter." For a second his eyes took on that little gleam that told Kurt the other man was enjoying the way his body gleamed through the layers of thin material that made up Oberon's robes. He ignored the leering, focusing instead on the fact of the man's unexpected presence in his dressing room.
"Is David okay? What has happened, dammit!"
"Calm down, Kurt; it's just that something has come up and your safety is paramount right now."
"What? My safety? What in hell are you on about, Puckerman?" Despite the distinct difference in their sizes and the fact that Kurt was almost half-naked standing in front of two men who could probably kill him with just their pinkie fingers, his anger nullified all of that. He seemed to swell with the force of his emotions, almost causing Puck to step back.
"Hey, why do you think billionaires have their own security forces? Crackpots are always trying to get at them. Like it or not, babe, you're part of that circle now."
Kurt relaxed slightly as he allowed Noah's words to percolate. Much as he hated to admit it, Puck was right. He moved over to his dressing table and sat on its stool, staring at himself as he realized that loving someone of David's stature in the world was almost akin to being linked to the monarchy. He sighed tiredly as he started to remove some of the glitter on his face and in his hair.
Puck watched him and then turned to Phillips, indicating silently that he should wait for him outside the door. He shut the door after him and returned to watching Kurt think. Man, that guy had a body on him that just didn't stop. He tried to look away but it was fascinating to watch him; he methodically creamed his face of the dramatic stage makeup, going through a whole stack of cleansing cloths and when he was done he rose from his stool.
"You'll have to help me remove these robes and if you so much as put a finger out of place, Noah Puckerman, you will lose it. Clear?" Kurt glared up at the grinning perv, watching as the man's eyes roved down and then back up his body. Kurt waited for his acknowledgement before turning his back and unhooking the front of the garment.
Puck still grinned to himself as he helped Kurt, doing his utmost not to let his hands linger on the tempting pale flesh that was revealed more as each layer was removed. He couldn't imagine why these stage productions spent so much money on expensive fabric when he was sure the audience couldn't really tell the difference if cheaper fabric were to be used.
Kurt, almost as if he could read his mind as he studied each piece of the costume, smiled at him. "The actors fall more into character when they wear the appropriate costumes, Noah." At the quirk of the other man's disbelieving eyebrow, he nodded. "It's true. Take mine for instance; I'm 'King of the Fairies' so my robes have to be sumptuous, rich and very glittery. When I wear it, especially as the layers go on, I find myself being gradually immersed in the role. The fact that Shakespeare's language and the music are so different from anything modern also helps, too."
By the time he'd finished his mini lecture he was safely wrapped into his dressing gown and protected from Puck's prying eyes. The other man grinned knowingly at Kurt who reseated himself at the dressing table. Kurt's eyes grew serious as he prepared to interrogate Noah to the best of his abilities.
"So, Noah, what exactly has been going on? I need to know so don't try to shield me, if you had any intentions of doing anything so insulting!"
Puck held up his hands in a gesture of surrender as Kurt fired the words at him. "My instructions ("orders", Kurt interrupted) – my instructions are that I'm to collect you and some things and then take you to a hotel and not to tell anyone about it."
He waited for the eruption, sure that Kurt would flash back to the whole island fiasco, but it never came. The singer just folded his arms around his waist and stared back at him grimly.
"Did someone threaten my life or David's, specifically?"
"All I'm allowed to say is that you are 'too precious to lose'."
Kurt gasped, his eyes widening. "D-David said that? But why, what has happened? Oh, Noah, please tell me everything you know!"
Noah sighed and dropped his head so his chin was pressing into his chest bone. He knew Kurt was stubborn but could he just do what he was told just this once?
Flashback:
Noah stepped into Dave's library/home office, a worried line between his dark eyebrows. Dave had sounded unbelievably tense when he'd called him. He hadn't sounded like that since the night he'd heard about his parents' fatal car crash. He came over to the desk, concerned at the way Dave's eyes seemed to be staring into the distance, aware but not really here.
"So, you nearly gave me a heart attack. Something come up?"
Dave looked up at the other man and gestured for him to sit. When Puck did, they looked at each other for a bit before Dave sighed and shook his head. He said one word.
"Emma."
Puck felt his eyes widen though he kept the "oh shit" firmly behind his teeth. He just knew from the grim expression on Dave's face as he uttered the words that Dave had dumped her and it hadn't been pretty. He nodded once to show Dave he understood completely and that he was ready for his instructions.
Dave nodded once, as well, knowing that because Puck had been with him for so long there was no need for long drawn-out explanations between them.
"I want you to go collect Kurt."
Puck felt his heart seize; he'd known Emma was a bitch on wheels but Dave's expression and words now indicated that she'd made some sort of threat against the singer. How she'd found out that Kurt was now involved with Dave he didn't know and it didn't matter. No one was going to get to Kurt on his watch. He nodded at Dave again but this time the other man seemed to want to elaborate.
"Don't upset him, okay? God knows I don't want a repeat of last summer. Explain as little as possible but impress upon him how important it is that he let you protect him. He is too precious to lose and I'd, I'd…" he trailed off, unwilling or unable to finish that statement.
Puck rose and clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll head up a security detail to protect the princess (Dave raised an eyebrow at the endearment but didn't say anything). Anywhere specifically you want me to take him?"
Dave nodded and handed him a slip of paper. Puck memorized the information on it and then ripped it to pieces before throwing into the already-lit fire. He nodded again, enjoined Dave to get some rest and headed out to get on with his latest assignment.
End flashback
Now he was sat in Kurt's dressing room explaining to the diva that they were to head to the flat, collect some of his things and then go to the hotel that Dave had set up for them. The Egerton was not too far from the West End so that minimized the amount of time it would take Puck to escort Kurt to and from his performances. The five-star hotel was, of course, cheek by jowl with some of London's most exclusive shopping areas which he figured Kurt would love. Maybe the luxury accommodations would go some way towards alleviating the tedium of being under guard.
Kurt nodded meekly as he listened to Dave's protection plan for him, his mind still reeling somewhat at what the man had said to Noah about him. He felt a little shaky and he knew he was about to embarrass himself when he felt the burn of tears behind his eyes. He tried to turn away but Puck had seen and he leapt to his feet, wrapping his arms gently around the singer and making no move, for once, to cop a feel.
The tears leaked out of Kurt's eyes as the tension eased slightly and he was grateful that Noah wasn't being his usual horndog self. He pulled back eventually and gave him a watery smile of thanks as the larger man handed him a tissue. He wiped his eyes and then moved away to start changing into his street clothes, giving Noah a playfully stern look over his shoulder.
"Okay, okay, I'm turning," he grinned, almost wishing Kurt had been too distracted to realize Puck was ogling him. "I can't help it if I'm a sucker for a beautiful body."
He felt relieved as he heard Kurt chuckle softly, glad that he could lighten the other man's spirits a bit. He was not really looking forward to having to stay in such close proximity to the diva when they got to the hotel but his priority was to protect the singer, not jones on his boss's lover.
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Kurt strolled around the hotel suite, looking into doors and out windows. The Egerton really was gorgeous with its lavish fabrics and furnishings that were complemented by original works of art and fine antiques. It wasn't bad for a cage at all, Kurt thought almost cynically, for a part of his mind still wondered which sick bastard had precipitated this dramatic flight into the night with Noah and a team of men tasked to his protection.
He sighed as he stopped at the door to the master bedroom, his eyes staring longingly at the king-size four-poster bed with its beautiful brocade duvet in maroon and gold. Everything in the three-bedroom suite spoke of discreet wealth, the best kind, in his opinion. He wondered if David stayed here regularly and then, unbidden, his mind wandered to Dave's previous lovers and if he'd ever brought them here.
He sighed again and this time Puck, getting a little annoyed, asked him if he were hungry and told him room service could bring up anything he wanted. He realized he was feeling a little peckish and told Noah so but also asked him to order for him after about half an hour because he wanted a shower.
He didn't notice Noah's eyes glaze over a bit at the word 'shower', so busy was he with stripping out of his restrictive street clothing. He stalked into the huge en suite, pleasantly surprised at its ultra-modern appointments, and eyed the massive, glass-enclosed shower cubicle hungrily. He was delighted with the multiple shower heads set at different heights and at different angles as he knew they would give him a good, much-needed massage.
He wasn't quite humming to himself but he wasn't feeling as gloomy as he had been from the time his assistant had looked as if she were about to wet herself. Now he hurriedly stepped into the enclosure, adjusting the temperature and force of the water from each shower head and relaxed even further. God, the very rich certainly knew how to live well.
Kurt let the multiple pulsating shower heads beat on the especially knotted areas of his neck, shoulders and lower back and then cleaned himself thoroughly. He had noticed the large tub at the other side of the room and he planned to soak a bit before room service brought up the food. He wondered idly what Noah requested for him and hummed contentedly.
He dried off only slightly and then headed over to the tub, noting that the darned thing was large enough to hold at least three people. Who knows what patrons who stayed here got up to, he thought with a smirk. He watched the tub fill partway and then added bubbles from a bottle on a little shelf in the tile. The scent was divine and he lowered himself gratefully into the hot, silky, soapy water.
Kurt leaned back and closed his eyes, listening to the little bubbles of foam pop, the sounds of Noah moving around in the bedroom, voices from out in the living room (hmmm, must be room service) and the muted sounds of traffic outside the windows of the luxury suite.
He closed his eyes, his mind drifting as he tried to come up with various scenarios covering the alleged threat to him and David. He murmured as he heard footsteps come to the bathroom door and stopped, wondering what Noah wanted and then shrieked as he flailed in the soapy water, slipping on the bottom of the tub as he tried to dodge the large hand that had just stroked his hair.
He spluttered indignantly as he wiped the water and foam from his eyes, getting ready to blast Noah for that silly prank but stopped with his mouth open. David's concerned eyes stared back at him, the gold dimmed to honey as he watched Kurt stare back at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, sweetheart. You looked as if you were falling asleep."
"Oh, David, oh my god, I almost had a heart attack! Not to mention drowned," he blushed and he started to feel silly for his reaction. David just smiled, shook his head and placed his lips on Kurt's damp, pink mouth.
Kurt lifted a soapy hand to David's cheek and opened to the kiss. Dave held back nothing of his love from Kurt, his tongue exploring the singer's mouth with a devotion that brought tears to Kurt's eyes. Kurt didn't know what he'd done to deserve such love and even though he hadn't said the words as yet, he hoped David knew how he felt. He just wasn't quite ready to expose his feelings even though he knew that was cowardly of him.
They pulled apart and Kurt gazed up at him, a look of mischief joining the love that Dave was certain he could also see.
"Do you wish to join me, David?" Kurt's voice had lowered to that really sexy register that did evil things to Dave's libido. Dave swallowed hard as he watched one slender hand glide down the pale, glistening torso until it stopped above the groin. It rested there for a moment and then Kurt seemed to grasp himself; it was all below the bubbles but from the breathy little moan Kurt released, Dave realized he was stroking himself.
Dave had never undressed so fast in his life. He had already taken off his shoes in the other room so now it was just his clothing that he struggled with, the button holes of his shirt stretching as he yanked his shirt open. His trousers were a more difficult prospect given the fact that he was hugely hard; his hands fumbled with the zipper and he blushed at Kurt's teasing little giggle.
"Don't kill yourself, sweetie, just get in behind me." He moved down a bit to give David room and then he settled back happily as the larger man sank into the water with him. It was a good thing he hadn't had more water in the tub because with all the movement and sloshing going on, the floor would have surely been awash.
Dave's hands were happily rubbing Kurt's chest, his fingers gently tweaking the stiff nipples. He enjoyed Kurt's little mewls, swallowing them as they kissed languidly. Kurt's hand held the back of David's head so that his mouth didn't move from his, letting the other man plunder his lips even as he writhed into the caressing hands.
He could feel David's erection rubbing his lower back; it was almost hotter than the water and Kurt found himself panting, dying for that hard length to be buried within him. He moaned even as he drew his lips away and turned to look at David.
"I'm going to climb onto you so hold on good." He grinned as David's pupils seemed to dilate even further. He quickly clambered onto David's lap, settling himself comfortably before re-attaching their lips. He felt the rumble of Dave's groan and answered with a squirm and a groan of his own. The slippery water was aiding in their movement, the steamy warmth of the bathroom echoing with the sounds of their moans and the sloshing water.
Kurt kissed along Dave's damp cheek until he reached an earlobe which he nibbled on just before whispering, "Fuck me, David," and giggled when the man clutched his arse convulsively.
"Oh god, Kurt, are you sure? I know I'm clean…" he broke off as Kurt nodded in agreement, still nibbling on his earlobe.
"I am, too, sweetie, and there's no way I can wait to get you in me. Do it now!" He panted as Dave, his big strong lover, lifted him bodily and then lowered him slowly onto his stiff prick.
Kurt moaned out loud as he grasped David's shoulder tightly. "Oh, god, oh baby, you're so big, oh god, yes! Unhhh…"
Dave lowered him slowly, knowing too that Kurt was in partial control of the descent. Kurt's ass was so tight but not unbearably so. It only made Dave impatient to have him firmly seated so that he could start the rutting already!
Kurt stopped moving when he felt Dave bottom out and he grinned at the other man lasciviously before nipping David's bottom lip.
"You can fuck me now, David," moaning as the man took him at his word and started to thrust up into him strongly, his hands lifting Kurt's ass and letting him slide back down. The dual movement meant that Dave went deeper every time they came together and Kurt cried out wantonly, reveling in the feeling of being well-fucked.
They grunted and groaned as Dave grasped Kurt's circling hips and Kurt cried out every time Dave's cock brushed past his prostate. The noise grew and the water started to splash over onto the floor and the two men lost themselves in driving each other insane with passion.
Out in the living room, Puck, who had been trying to set up a protection detail schedule for Kurt, cursed quietly, grabbed his papers and retreated to his own bedroom.
The sounds of the two men fucking had started up shortly after Dave had entered the master suite. Puck had waited the half hour Kurt had suggested before ordering room service but Dave had arrived before the food. Now Puck called downstairs to let them know they should hold the food another half an hour. The way those two were going at it he knew they would need the time. He also made the decision to double the amount of food he'd previously ordered.
Back in the en suite, things were fast approaching a climax as Kurt writhed and thrashed on top of Dave, the older man barely able to cling to the singer's plunging hips. Kurt, knowing he was approaching the edge, grabbed one of David's hands and wrapped it around his engorged cock, squeezing his ass tightly when he sank down on Dave.
Dave cried out as Kurt clenched around him, barely able to keep his wits about him to jerk Kurt off.
"Jesus, Kurt, oh, baby, you feel so good, oh god, yes, yes, yes… fuck, yes!"
He leaned forward to capture Kurt's mouth, kissing him roughly as Kurt moved on him in a frenzy.
Suddenly, Kurt wrenched his lips away, stared into David's beautiful eyes and came hard, his semen pulsing hot over David's fist. Dave, unable to hold out any longer, groaned long and loud as his cock let go inside the hot, tight channel spasming around him.
Kurt collapsed, his head coming to rest on David's shoulder and panting hard as he clenched his eyes shut. He didn't want David to see the tears on his face because then he'd know that Kurt was definitely in love with him and Kurt knew he wasn't ready for that as yet. He felt David's large, warm hand caressing his back, stroking the length of him from shoulder blades to buttocks and he luxuriated in the feeling of warmth and protection this man engendered in him.
He knew he loved him and he hated himself for being a coward but he'd never been in love before and he wanted to be certain that what he felt for David was real.
Dave held the shuddering man in his arms and vowed that nothing and no one was going to get a chance to hurt him. He knew he would go insane if something bad were to happen and as he planted kiss after kiss in Kurt's damp hair, he promised himself that not even the prospect of murder would stop him from protecting his love.
He shifted Kurt farther down his body even as he slid free of the tender ass and snuggled the drowsy singer closer. He thought grimly of his reputation as a ruthless businessman. Maybe he'd find, before this whole thing with Emma was over, that he would have to be ruthless in other ways, too.
He frowned as he felt Kurt stretching sleepily against him. God forbid that it should come to that, for how could Kurt love a murderer?
TBC
Special A/N: I just want to say that the heartbreaking Karofsky storyline we recently saw just totally blew me away. I also felt as if RM was actually listening to the fans somewhat, especially with Kurt helping Dave to imagine a bright future for himself, complete with a hot partner and a sweet little kid. I must admit I bawled my eyes out, seriously. Not to belittle the Quinn storyline but Dave and Kurt are my boys.