The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twenty-One
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 is rated M.
A/N 1: I'm so happy that people love this story as much as I do; it warms the cockles of my little heart. ;-D
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
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Life for Kurt, Dave, Puck and the security team settled into a fairly smooth routine that saw Dave heading to his office each morning and Kurt heading to the theatre for the usual meetings, rehearsals and performances each afternoon. The security net around him was tight but he knew it was necessary until they tracked down the bitch who was trying to harm him.
At least, Kurt thought she was trying to only hurt him as the thought of anything more permanent was too horrifying to contemplate. David had told him that she had tried to contact him a couple of times, and she'd even gone so far as to get her father, Robert Smythe-Heffley to try and get in touch with him.
Dave, however, was ruthless in his determination to cut all ties with the woman he had once vaguely thought would have made a good wife. He shuddered at the thought of his narrow escape from such a grasping, vindictive harpy and he thanked the fates or whoever for that reprieve.
His life had settled down somewhat and he felt a warm pulse of happiness go through him every time that he stepped into a room and Kurt was there. He intended to grasp as much of life as he could with Kurt, making sure that his work never edged the beautiful singer out of first place in his priorities. He was also happy with the team Puck had put together to protect his love and he trusted them to continue doing a great job until the day they could close out this crazy chapter.
Puck, for his part, was still ever vigilant with both Kurt and his team. It was his job to see that complacency did not affect his team and diminish their alertness. With that in mind, he rotated the shifts the guys worked as often as he thought necessary and had them keep up on their weapons and hand-to-hand combat training. He would tolerate no slacking off simply because they had had no recent sightings of that blue-blooded bitch.
Now, Puck was driving Kurt himself in to town, heading for the theatre and one of Kurt's final performances of 'Midsummer' before the rehearsals began for the command performance. The Christmas season was almost upon them and Kurt had told them the royal command performance would be planned for New Year's Eve, as per Princess Kate's request.
Puck had had a funny feeling as he listened to the singer the night before telling Dave about his director's plans for the company's performance. Puck knew that an ambush would be easier to pull off during the excitement of a gala and he was seriously considering beefing up their security, if he couldn't convince Kurt to pull out of the performance.
He looked back over his shoulder at the singer in the back seat who was going over some papers he had spread out beside him. Devon was beside Puck in the front seat and though he seemed to be off in his head somewhere, Puck knew he was on the alert, the slight tension in his body giving it away to Puck's professional eye. He cleared his throat before addressing Kurt.
"Princess," he couldn't hold back a smirk as he saw Kurt's pout in the rear-view mirror. "Do you absolutely have to perform at this royal command thing New Year's Eve?"
Kurt huffed before rolling his eyes back at Puck in the mirror. "Really, Puck, I'm the star of this show and one of the principals in the company. Do you seriously think I could back out now, short of lying on my death bed?"
A shudder ran through him as the words left his lips but he steeled his expression so Puck wouldn't notice. Puck however had taken note of the unexpected words but decided to ignore them.
"Yeah, I know you're a bigwig or whatever but, I was thinking…" he broke off as something occurred to him. "Y'know what? I have an idea that I'll run by the boss first then I'll get back to you on that."
Kurt eyed him suspiciously but he shrugged as he really trusted Puck and the guys with his safety. He knew that when Puck and Dave had hashed out whatever plan they'd come up with, they would let him know. He was damned if he would go around looking over his shoulder or flinching at shadows.
They were quiet all the way into town after that, the only sound that of the hum of the tires and the soft swish of the papers Kurt was reading.
Everything was normal, inasmuch as it could be for a diva with a team of bodyguards dogging his every step.
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Puck poured a drink for Dave and came over to him, handing over the tumbler before taking a seat across from his boss. Kurt had gone up almost immediately after dinner, telling Dave he could join him in about half an hour, an order if Dave had ever heard one.
Now he smirked into the amber liquid and then lifted it to his lips; he waited for Puck to spit out whatever it was he had on his mind. Dave really appreciated Puck's friendship and his professionalism; it was an odd combination being a friend and an employee but Puck handled it with a smoothness Dave respected.
Puck looked at the other man, cataloging the changes that were obvious to him in Dave's appearance and attitude. His boss was the happiest he'd ever seen him and that was saying something as they'd known each other in high school. Kurt was really a godsend because Puck had known and hated the fact that Dave would probably marry the fortune-hunting Smythe-Heffley woman. She had thought that with her posh upbringing she had been able to mask the avarice in her soul but Puck had seen right through her. Puck wasn't naïve; he knew the very rich did things a little differently from 'the other half' (or more like 99 per cent) so love matches were not often the norm. He didn't like the idea, though, of a guy as sensitive as Dave having to settle for someone who saw dollar signs (or euro-signs, whatever) every time she looked at him.
He thought now about his plan and hoped fervently that Dave would take it seriously and use some of his clout as a billionaire to pull it off. It would mean Dave calling in favours and pulling strings like some jumped-up little dictator, probably, but Puck thought that Kurt's ultimate safety was worth it.
"I have an idea about the command performance that I want to run by you," he began starkly, knowing that Dave would appreciate him not beating around the bush. He watched Dave straighten up, the soft, horny glow in his eyes dissipating as he did.
"Yes? What did you have in mind." Dave placed the tumbler on the table and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands dangling between them. Puck was reminded that this man was not only Kurt's lover, he was also a ruthless businessman and, as such, had a formidable intellect and drive to get things done.
He cleared his throat as he began to outline his daring plan to protect Kurt. Dave listened without interrupting, nodding at parts and frowning at others. When Puck wound down, he sat back, took up his drink and sipped contemplatively before looking up at Puck.
"I don't honestly know if this will work but I'm willing to throw anything and everything at it to make it work." His grim expression convinced Puck that Dave would do his damnedest in this instance but he didn't envy the man all the hoops he was going to have to jump through. Not to mention the royal backsides he was probably going to have to kiss. Whew!
The men finished up their drinks and rose, Dave to join Kurt and Puck to meet with his team. He would outline the plan to them and go over the logistics of trying to make it work. Puck had never done anything like this before but if it worked, no one would know what had happened and the threat would be eliminated once and for all. He couldn't help smiling at the finality of that thought.
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Emma stared at her invitation to the Duchess of Cambridge, Princess Kate's Royal Command Performance with a look of almost unholy glee in her eyes. There, in elegant calligraphy embossed on heavy stock were the words she hadn't expected to see. Their meaning was far more important than the actual wording; she would get another chance soon and this time, she would be successful.
All her plans, her whole future, hinged on making this next attempt a successful one. She knew security at such an event would be staggering but she was Emma Smythe-Heffley and her father was a member of the Cabinet. No one would suspect her of anything; why would they? She would just be another invited guest and as such she would have access to everyone, even the King and his beautiful consort. Not to mention anyone else who would be performing at the gala, naturally.
It seemed as if the fates had decided to make things easy for her and her target would be dropped right in her elegant lap. It would be up to her to make the most of her opportunity and she was bound and determined to do so.
After the rubbish was taken out, it would be her wifely duty to see that Davey was reminded of what was appropriate behavior. She could not have a husband of hers pining after a piece of tail that was not worthy of him. She would make sure he was glutted with enough sex that nothing would remain in his mind but how best to please her… apart from the expected gifts, of course.
Yes, this command performance would be the perfect time and place to set her future back on its rightful course. She would see to that.
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Rex stared at the men sitting before him, one whose face was impassive to the point of being stony, the other staring back at him with a vague air of menace about him.
Their plan to protect his star performer was quite unorthodox; it had never been done before, especially with a command performance and he had his doubts. Still, if they could pull it off, he personally would breathe a very deep sigh of relief. Apart from the fact that Kurt Hummel was insured for millions, the countertenor was one of his favorite people; he would go out of his way to see that nothing happened to the younger man.
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Dave and Puck were let into a beautiful, airy salon that was designed to impress if not intimidate. The man they were going to meet was not very well known to most of the British public. This man, however, saw to what was revealed or sometimes leaked to that most rabid of fourth estates about the royal family and, as such, held a vast amount of power.
This meeting was essential to Puck's plan to protect Kurt and by extension Dave and he was going to make damned sure everything went off without a hitch.
A door, set flush into the wall and paneled in such a way as to be almost invisible when it was closed, opened and an older gentleman entered the room. The greetings were swift, polite and very cordial. The gentleman was very well aware of who David was, hence the private meeting, and he had been instructed to help him as much as was possible at the time.
When they were seated, Dave nodded at Puck who proceeded to outline the situation as succinctly as possible. They were all men of the world and Dave knew he could not get something for nothing; in this instance, he was prepared to write a generous cheque to the Princess' favorite charity for the convenience of being allowed to implement their plan.
After Puck's speech, the gentleman nodded and then graciously excused himself, asking them to wait but a moment while he held a consultation. Dave and Puck rose as the man left, and then reseated themselves. Dave was not as confident as Puck that things would work in their favor, but he continued to hope.
When nearly twenty minutes had gone by, the door opened again and the gentleman stepped back in, his face wreathed in smiles. Coming over with various documents for Dave to sign, he assured them that the Princess was more than willing to accommodate their plans and had expressed her deepest wish that everything would work out satisfactorily.
Dave heaved a sigh of relief even as he signed the many documents, some in triplicate, and he felt as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders. Glancing over at Puck he stifled a chuckle at the triumphant gleam in the man's dark grey eyes. Puck had never doubted that his plan would be accepted and for that Dave was grateful.
As they shook hands all around, the gentleman explained to them that, being the Private Secretary to the King and, thereby, the person in control of the Press Office, he had at best about a 90 per cent chance at regulating what left his offices. He could not guarantee that there wouldn't be a leak somewhere but he assured Dave he would do his utmost to see that that didn't happen.
Dave assured him that he would be more than satisfied with whatever help they would receive and after a few pleasantries, he and Puck excused themselves. They left the salon feeling as if they had a very good chance of getting this situation resolved soon and that was a very good feeling indeed.
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Kurt basked in the warm, scented, foamy water of his bath as he shaved his legs. He could hear Dave out in the sitting area of their suite and a feeling he supposed was domestic bliss washed over him. The sound of soft music starting up made him smile; his lover was such a romantic and Kurt loved that about him.
He lifted his long, gleaming pale legs one by one to examine them, knowing that in less than half an hour they would be wrapped in some way around David's muscular body, and hummed to the music. Satisfied with his efforts, he washed off, emptied the bath and then stepped into the shower enclosure for a final rinse off. He had shampooed his hair previously so now he proceeded to condition it. The heavy glitter and products the actors used nightly tended to take a toll on their hair and he had to spend a lot of time on his to maintain the lustrous strands.
Completing his ablutions, Kurt stepped out and wrapped himself into a soft, warm blush-pink toweling robe. His mind briefly hitched on the thought that his life of luxury was a far cry from his beginnings. It wasn't that his family had been poor; tt was just that, even in his dreams of a future on the stage, he had never thought his life would turn out so perfectly. Well, it would have been perfect but for one blonde bimbo of a fly in the ointment.
Shrugging off all thoughts of Dave's unhinged ex-lover, Kurt sauntered into the bedroom and headed over to the dressing table, sinking down elegantly upon the stool. His moisturizing routine always began with a rich but airy emollient he used on his face and neck. He made sure to rub it in gently but firmly. Stage lights and makeup were a bitch to the skin and hair, you know.
Dave entered the room and threw himself down on the bed, glad that he had the unexpected opportunity to watch Kurt go through his nightly routines. He so often came in when Kurt had already settled down that he missed his favorite private show.
He watched as Kurt bent over to open a compartment (Dave's breath caught at the sight of Kurt's perfect ass outlined beneath the robe). The singer took out a jar of his favorite body butter; he absolutely loved the scent of sweet pea and roses.
Kurt pretended to ignore David's presence but he allowed the top of the voluminous robe to slip just a tad as he leaned forward to lift one long leg up to lotion it. He hid a smile as he heard David's breathing speed up and continued to smooth the cream in long, languid motions up and down his smooth-skinned legs.
Suddenly David was standing behind him, staring at Kurt in the mirror with a question in his eyes. Kurt turned to look up calmly at his lover, one eyebrow raised enquiringly.
Dave blushed at the question he planned to ask, wondering to himself when he'd become so whipped. He brushed back a damp lock of Kurt's hair and blurted out: "Can I help you do that?"
It was Kurt's turn to color up; he had never had a lover ask that of him and it flustered him for a second. He smiled softly at David, "Yes, sweetie; do you want to do it here or should I go sit on the bed?"
The intimate nature of what David had asked to do made a flush of arousal shudder through Kurt's body and his cock twitched in anticipation of the feel of David's hands on his skin.
"No, stay here; I'll just kneel, okay?" Dave lowered himself quickly to his knees, his eyes dropping hungrily to Kurt's long legs and Kurt remembered how very much Dave loved his thighs. He placed one bare foot on Dave's large, muscular thigh and waited for him to begin.
Dave swallowed as he dipped three fingers into the jar and scooped out a generous amount of the silky cream. He rubbed it together between his large palms, warming it slightly so the scent was released. Then he slid his hands up Kurt's leg, starting at the fine-boned ankle and working his way slowly up the shin and calf.
He worked slowly, massaging and caressing Kurt's leg and when he reached the knee he paused, looking up into Kurt's face. His lover was staring down at him, his face flushed and lips parted, clearly enjoying the erotic massage Dave was giving his leg.
Dave smiled before he continued slowly, teasingly, up Kurt's thigh which tensed beneath his warm hands.
"Am I doing it right," Dave murmured huskily, his throat dry as he stared avidly at the flesh he was kneading. Kurt nodded, not really able to answer as he was so caught up in what Dave was doing to him.
"Kurt, Kurt, I love your thighs sooo much," Dave whispered before leaning forward and placing a warm, moist kiss on the leg. He leaned back and turned to the jar, again scooping out a generous dollop of cream and warming it between his palms.
Dave repeated the same actions on Kurt's other leg, glancing up every now and again at Kurt's rapt expression. He loved that he got to do this; the warm, soft skin beneath his hands always made him hungry to touch and taste. If he could, he would bathe with Kurt every day; in another life far back in time he could have been a body servant and Kurt would have been his master. Oh, yes, Dave hardened at the thought of that scenario. He would get to worship that body every day; it would be his job and he would definitely be a hard worker.
Kurt bit his lip as Dave practically made love to his leg, his strong hands caressing and kneading and turning Kurt into a puddle of want. Just as Dave's hands circled his knee and both hands moved up to rub his thigh, Kurt finally broke, leaning forward to grab David's head with both hands.
His mouth slammed into Dave's, causing the larger man to gasp in surprise and then moan in pleasure. Kurt plundered his lover's soft lips, nipping and sucking at his tongue and sighing at the feel of him.
Dave's hands came up around Kurt's waist and hauled him off the dresser stool down onto his lap. He was only wearing loose, satin sleep pants so his cock had more than enough room to swell and twitch at Kurt's delicious weight.
Kurt groaned at the feel of Dave, large and hard and hot beneath his bum; he squirmed on his lap and gasped when Dave's hand started to knead the globes. Kurt's eager cock slipped through the terry robe and brushed up against Dave's hair-roughened stomach and they both gasped at the feel.
The lovers sat there on the floor, ignorant for the moment of the perfectly good bed just a few feet away from them. Kurt kissed like a nymphomaniac and Dave loved the feeling of being consumed by his beautiful lover. Easing his beloved burden just a bit, Dave got to his feet with Kurt still clinging to him, thankful that Puck had insisted on him working out hard all these years.
He walked over to the bed with Kurt writhing in his arms and still attached by the lips. He lowered the singer carefully to the bed and climbed on top of him. Kurt, his long arms and legs wrapped tightly around Dave, moaned at the feel of the larger man on top of him. He may look slender and delicate but he was surprisingly strong; having his heavier lover grinding him into the mattress was a fantastic feeling.
Dave moved down to suckle on the skin of Kurt's long neck, not caring that he left a small red mark behind, and then licked at the delicate collarbones. Kurt tilted his head up, silently begging for more of the same but Dave's lips moved down to the exposed dark pink nipples and tugged at one. Kurt cried out, his hips lifting off the bed and the delicious, almost painful sensation. He panted as Dave continued his loving torture of the little nub.
Though Kurt was clutching now at his hair, he pulled back to admire the vision below him. Kurt's long, pale body was displayed to advantage on the soft pink terry robe and Dave's cock swelled at the sight. All this belonged to him now and he would ever be hungry for the feel and taste of this beautiful man.
Kurt blushed as he lay exposed to David's admiring and hungry gaze. The man made him feel beautiful and every time they made love Kurt felt amazing; not just because of the sex but because of the love he saw and felt and heard in every touch, every gasp and mostly in his love's gorgeous hazel eyes.
He smiled invitingly up at David, his right eyebrow rising in his signature query but this time it meant: "What are you waiting for?"
Dave laughed out loud and planted a swift hard kiss on the smiling lips before reaching for the lube and condom they always kept in the bedside drawer. Kurt smiled as he watched him and then decided to shrug out of the terry robe. Dave, however, had other plans and he stopped him just as the robes slipped half-way down his arms.
"No, keep it on," and ducked his head at Kurt gazed at him knowingly. He didn't know if it was a fetish but it turned him on to make love to Kurt while he was half-dressed.
Kurt complied and moved to lie back against the pillows, watching Dave slip the condom on and lube it before he moved to prep Kurt. They were both more than ready and Kurt wouldn't need any extensive stretching this time. He panted as Dave's thick fingers rubbed his prostate, gasping at the hot, lush feeling that rolled through him.
He spread his legs as wide as he could as Dave knelt between them, his hips rolling and causing his cock to bob. David leaned forward and licked a long, slow stripe up Kurt's cock and the singer cried out a gasping cry as he grabbed Dave's head. He sank his fingers into the curly hair and yanked up Dave so he could growl at him.
"Come on and fuck me, David, now!"
Dave clenched his eyes tightly as the deeper sound of Kurt's voice made his cock twitch hard. He nodded as Kurt's hand released him and he lined himself up at the pink pucker. Holding his breath, he sank slowly into the clutching heat of his lover's channel, feeling his heart stutter in his chest at the sensation.
Kurt cried out again and bit his lower lip, his arms gripping Dave's forearms as he lifted his legs up to wrap around his waist. Sweat rolled down Dave's face as he held the position, waiting for Kurt to adjust to the intrusion, and when Kurt nodded he started a slow, deep glide in and out that rubbed past Kurt's prostate each time.
Their voices mingled as cries of lust escaped them unheeded. Dave's hips plunged as Kurt's flew up to meet each downward stroke. Their extended foreplay on the floor meant that they were both close to flying apart. The feel of Dave's hot cock working inside Kurt's clenching ass was overwhelming and Dave wondered how sex could feel so good each and every time.
He felt the tell-tale burning starting in his lower back and Dave paused, easing back onto his heels and grasped Kurt firmly. He lifted the singer up with him so he was sitting in his lap and Kurt cried out as Dave's cock went deeper. He gasped and panted into Dave's neck as the larger man lunged up into him.
Dave shuddered as Kurt's moist breath fluttered against his throat and the singer's cries turned to one long plea: "Fuck me, fuck me, oh David, yes, fuck me, oh god, yes, yes, yes, YES! Aaargh!"
Kurt's scream coupled with the feel of his come hot against Dave's belly pushed him over the edge and he fell, crying out as he spurted into his lover's succulent ass. He slid his hands beneath the robe and grasped the clenching globes that were milking his cock and he shuddered as he cried out again.
"Kurt, oh god, oh god, Kurt, yes, oh, baby, I love you, love you…" he moaned as he planted exhausted kisses all over Kurt's flushed and sweaty face. The blue-green eyes were closed tight, Kurt's head moving languidly as Dave kissed the softly parted lips.
Finally, realizing his lover's slight weight was growing somewhat uncomfortable, Dave eased him back onto the bed before easing out of the lax body. He secured the condom and dumped it quickly before lying down beside him. He rolled onto his side, gathering the still panting man into his arms and he brushed the sweaty curls from the broad pale forehead before kissing him on it.
Kurt's eyes were open now though they were somewhat glazed and he hummed as he felt David's lips on his forehead. He didn't speak even as he caressed David's chest, his hand playing with the hair there as usual. David was by far the most considerate lover he'd ever had and maybe the most tactile. He'd never had a lover wash his hair for him before nor ask to lotion his legs. Somehow those things only endeared David to him even more; he certainly didn't see it as a weakness that David couldn't keep his hands off of him.
After a few minutes of snuggling and nuzzling each other, Kurt looked up curiously at his lover.
"Sweetie, you won't freak out if I ask you something, right?"
Dave looked back just as curiously at Kurt, wondering what the diva was going to ask him. He shook his head and indicated he should continue.
Kurt put his head down on Dave's chest, his hand continuing to stroke down the man's toned abdomen. "Well, given that you seem to have a couple of little fetishes going on… do you mind if we got a little kinkier?"
A startled laugh burst out of Dave and he lifted his head to the side so as to stare at Kurt's tranquil face. "I have fetishes?"
Kurt raised up a bit to stare back at him disbelievingly. "Uh-huh, of course you do. One, you seem to like when I order you around," and he quirked his eye down at Dave's twitching cock, "two, you asked to lotion my legs (which absolutely turned me on, if you didn't notice) and three, you wanted me to keep my robe on. I would say you have a couple of little things floating around up there." He tapped Dave gently on the forehead.
Dave laid back against the pillows and chuckled, amused by Kurt's diva face and snippy voice. Well, it would have been snippy if it hadn't been hoarse from his previous screaming.
"Okay, okay, say I already have a few fetishes – which I absolutely didn't realize before, thank you – what is it you have in mind?"
Kurt didn't answer for a minute and then he looked up to gaze into Dave's soft hazel eyes. He cleared his throat before speaking.
"Well, have you ever been rimmed?"
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TBC
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A/N 2: Yeah, I know, totally unfair to leave it there, yeah? No worries; Kurt will take it as his fervent duty to broaden David's horizons very soon. Will poor Dave be able to keep up? In the meantime, Emma is practically wetting herself at the thought of finally getting our favorite diva out of the picture. Stay tuned!