The Storm: Redemption
Chapter Twenty-Three
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.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs belong to me, alas.
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Noah Puckerman stood by the indoor pool watching (well, more like admiring) the long, pale, lightly muscled body cut through the azure water. He watched with hawk-like intensity as he tried to shove his libido to the back of his brain. He had a purpose for watching the swimmer and he hoped his plans would work because he couldn't imagine what would happen if they fell through.
The swimmer saw the tanned security chief watching and shot a flirty smirk over his shoulder before flipping over and ploughing his way back to the deep end. He stopped with his arms on the edge of the pool, smiled at Puck back at the shallow end and then turned and made his way towards him, the water sluicing from his limbs as they sliced through the warm water.
By the time he reached where Puck was standing, the man was holding out a large towel for him. He hauled himself up out of the pool, making certain that Puck saw the way the long muscles bulged in his arms and straightened up, the smile still in place.
"Thank you, such a gentleman," he said, the smile making his eyes sparkle behind water-spiked lashes. He pulled out the band holding his hair in a ponytail and shook his head, splattering some of the drops on Puck who simply smiled, a heat in his eyes that he wasn't quite aware of.
"Water feels good today?" Puck allowed his eyes to run down the toned body on display before him, his eyes snagging on the slight bulge at the front of the black swim shorts.
Light blue eyes flashed at him, more than a hint of invitation in them. "You could have joined me, y'know, I would have liked that." The slender pink lips pouted, making Puck wish he could take up the invitation he knew he was being extended but he shook his head.
"Actually, I want to run something by you but I don't want to discuss it here. I'll meet you in your room in say, twenty minutes?" Puck flicked a long strand of wet hair and then rolled it around his finger, leaning in slightly to get the scent of warm male flesh mixed with chlorine.
The blue eyes stared back at him a little dazedly, and Puck smirked as he noticed the dilating pupils. Oh yes, definitely interested. He let loose the curl, watching it spring back and then, without a word, sauntered off in his patented top dog strut.
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Kurt threw himself into a chair in the front row, sweat beading his brow, and chugged from his water bottle. Rex was a madman, he thought, what was he thinking?
He watched some of the other performers straggling away, some to sit on the proscenium, others just collapsing wherever they were on the stage. The director was already seated a few rows up behind Kurt so as to get a better view of the entire stage.
The company was rehearsing for the upcoming command performance and Kurt, for one, thought their part of the programme was too ambitious. The Duchess of Cambridge, Princess Kate, had met with Rex at the beginning of the week and had 'requested' certain numbers be performed. The company members had all squawked and exclaimed when they'd seen the list and Kurt had been one of the most vocal.
The lovely consort had decided that she would absolutely adore to hear some of her favourite musicals from the last few decades. The list included works by Rodgers and Hammerstein (Oklahoma!), Elton John (The Lion King), Jonathan Larson (Rent), Stephen Schwartz (Wicked), Bernstein and Sondheim's West Side Story and a whole slew of material from Sir Andrew Lloyd-Webber (Evita, Phantom of the Opera, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat and Sunset Boulevard).
Even the stage managers, led by the redoubtable George, had scratched their heads and muttered among themselves. That was a whole lot of work; staging just one of those blockbusters would have been hard so doing that many was a monumental task.
Rex waved them all quiet before clearing his throat. "Listen, folks, we've done harder stuff than this. We've even done some of this material before, right?" The company nodded reluctantly, some of the newcomers shrugging, but they all settled down as he continued to outline his idea for the show.
There was a murmur of surprise when they realized there would be a slight departure from the usual format but they were professionals and took it in their stride.
Now, rehearsing the first few numbers which was a group performance from West Side Story, they were already exhausted. Rex watched them stretching and re-hydrating and smiled to himself, satisfied that they would pull off an excellent programme; Her Royal Highness would be more than happy with them.
Kurt ran one hand through his damp hair, and ran over the lyrics of the two solos he would be doing in his head. They were songs he had always loved and had planned to include in an upcoming album. Maybe if he worked it right, the 'live' recording of the command performance could be used in the album. Hmmm, I'll run it by Rex soon and see if he'd be okay with it, he pondered, watching the other company members start rousing themselves for the next half of rehearsals.
"Okay, people, let's get back to work; we don't want those muscles cooling off!" The dance mistress, Yvonne, called to them. She worked with Rex on the choreography for all their shows, though she herself didn't perform any longer. She was a hard taskmaster but it paid off in clean, crisp movement on the part of the performers.
Kurt sighed, threw his towel and water bottle down and strolled back up onstage. At the rate she was going, he would be no use to himself or David later that night. Ah well, maybe David could give him a full body massage this time, he smiled to himself, a tiny ember of lust glowing in him as he thought of his lover's large, sexy hands.
Yvonne's strident voice broke him from his brief reverie: "From the top, people; and one, two, three, step, step and turn, turn, and again! Watch that hand, Tony!"
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Emma Smythe-Heffley closed her phone, a thoughtful expression on her face though her eyes showed a deep satisfaction. She figured the opera company was currently in rehearsal for Princess Kate's command performance and she was quite looking forward to the spectacle. She had one other thing she wanted to try and if it worked then the plans for New Year's Eve would be scrapped.
When her father had told her he'd sighted David's piece of ass coming out of Claridge's she'd been livid. The singer was living the life that should rightfully have been hers. Well, she thought vindictively, let him enjoy it for now. There was no way she was going to write off David as a loss. If this next attempt didn't work, there would always be New Year's Eve. And really, what better way to ring in the new year than with a much-deserved victory, eh?
She smiled as she replaced the mobile phone and thought over her latest attempt. Please, please, let it work. It has to work!
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Dave smiled as he listened to Kurt in the shower, singing one of the two solos he would be doing. He hadn't told him about the changes he'd had implemented but it was important that as few people as possible found out about them.
He stripped down as he headed to join Kurt beneath the cascading water; sharing bath time with Kurt was an unexpected pleasure for him. Very often they ended up making love in there; something about the hot water, the enclosed space, the sounds of their mingled voices echoing off the tiles, it was just so mind-bogglingly sexy.
Kurt hummed the song for a few seconds before singing out in a soft, sexy voice. Dave's cock twitched and he recalled how, all those years ago when he'd first fallen in love with the singer but had not yet met him, he used to fantasise about making love to him. Now to have the beautiful diva actually here, seducing him with his warm, wet hands and seductive voice, Dave felt as if life could not be any more perfect.
Kurt broke off the song to whisper in his ear. "I have a new project for you, sweetie." He licked at Dave's earlobe, chuckling as the larger man shuddered at the feel of his tongue. "First, though, I need you to get really clean, and I'm going to help you."
With one final, slow lick up the shell of David's ear, Kurt stepped back and poured liquid soap into his hands. The scent of sandalwood wafted up to Dave and he hummed in appreciation. Kurt was such a sensualist and he educated Dave in the science and art of taking all the senses to the highest, orgasm-inducing level he could.
Now he nudged Dave to turn around and rest his hands on the warm tiles, splaying his legs as Kurt moved up behind him. Kurt's warm soapy hands came around and caressed Dave's chest and he breathed deeply, trying to stave off his erection because he didn't know how long Kurt would be torturing him tonight.
Kurt leaned against the strong, broad back as he caressed the skin under his hands. He knew that David could feel his firming cock against his buttocks and he smiled sleepily. The slow build-up of arousal meant that he would have time to stretch out their love-making. After rehearsals he'd come straight home and taken a nap, preparing himself for when David got home later.
Dave took a deep breath, loving the feel of Kurt's hands and body on him and the scent of the sandalwood in the steamy shower enclosure. He could feel the vibrations of Kurt's humming through his back and he squirmed, rubbing his buttocks against Kurt's hardening cock. Oh lord, he thought drowsily, he's going to wear me out before I'm much older!
Kurt eased back, bringing his foamy hands around to David's shoulders and stroking firmly as he moved down in long, slow strokes. He sang a few lines of his song softly as he admired the body beneath his hands. He dropped them down to the mounds of David's butt and smiled as they clenched involuntarily.
"Shhh, relax, baby, relax for me, okay?" His voice was slightly deeper but just as soft and musical as before. Dave turned his head, though his face was pressed against the tiles and smiled, having an idea of what Kurt was planning to do.
Kurt used one foot to nudge one of Dave's, indicating that he should widen his stance and Dave congratulated himself on being right. He shuddered as one of Kurt's hands slipped between his cheeks and when the tip of a slender digit circled his pucker, he gasped.
"How does that feel, baby; feel good?" Kurt bit his lip as he waited for David to answer but the larger man simply nodded, a tiny gasping moan escaping him.
Kurt chuckled even as he used a second finger to pet the tightly-furled hole. "Relax, hon; you know what I want to do, right?"
"Uh huh," Dave whispered and then bit his lip as one of the fingers entered him up in shallow thrusts. He tried to relax as much as he could. He'd done this so often to Kurt, he knew what was expected of him but it did feel a little strange, a little weird. He was happy though, that Kurt felt he could introduce new things into their lovemaking. He didn't know if he was ready yet for anything like full penetration but what Kurt had suggested some time ago had sounded really hot.
Kurt continued to pet and touch him, using his soapy hands and running them up his crack while rubbing David's hole gently. Gradually Dave relaxed into the gentle hands as Kurt washed him and he felt nothing so much as loved and cared for. Kurt told him to turn around at one point and then he continued to wash his front, dropping soft, lush kisses on Dave's body as he worked.
By the time Kurt had finished cleaning him and the water had sluiced the last of the soap from him, Dave was both relaxed and turned on, his dick bobbing eagerly as they stepped from the shower. Kurt wrapped him in a toweling robe and led him into the bedroom, arranging him on the bed just how he wanted before climbing onto his legs and straddling him.
Dave rested his head onto his folded forearms, his head turned so he could see Kurt out of one eye. The singer continued to hum softly and he reached over to the bedside drawer, removing a jar Dave hadn't seen before.
"I got something that I think you'll like; want to smell?" At Dave's nod he held the opened jar to his nose and Dave got a whiff of a truly divine chocolaty smell.
"Wow," he laughed, trying to rise up and look behind him at his giggling lover. "Kurt, you really are a chocoholic, aren't you."
"Yes, I can't deny it; it's my only vice – well, that and fashion, I should say," he chuckled while scooping out a small amount of the edible massage cream. He scooted back a bit, planting himself between David's legs now and pulling one cheek aside with one hand.
"Are you ready, sweetie?" He waited for David to nod, knowing that this next move would probably come as a surprise as David had said he'd never experienced this. At the short nod, he moved the finger with the cream to the waiting pucker, smiling affectionately at the way David was trying so hard not to clench.
He rubbed the cream gently around the area before adding it directly to hole, allowing just the tip of his finger to enter. When David shuddered but stilled quickly, he leaned forward to lie flat on the bed between the spread legs.
Dave took a deep breath, preparing himself but he couldn't help crying out when Kurt's hot, wet tongue licked him!
Kurt chuckled again and repeated the action, loving the sounds that erupted from the larger man. He licked the hole again and again before starting to stab it gently with his pointed tongue. He had to rest his hands on the backs of David's thigh, indicating he didn't want him to move around too much, and then went to town.
Dave had occasionally heard of rimming; you couldn't hang out with someone like Puck and not get an earful sometimes about what he got up to in the bedroom. His security chief had a very healthy sexual appetite and the fact that he loved both women and men meant that Dave sometimes heard about things men often got up to.
Now he moaned, groaned and shuddered as his talented lover made love to his hole and he couldn't help but grind his rock hard cock into the mattress. He didn't know if he could come from just rimming alone but as foreplay it was fantastic. He wanted to move back towards Kurt's hot, burrowing tongue and forward into the nearly unyielding mattress and he felt his heart speed up as his body flushed.
"Kurt, Kurt, oh my god, that feels… uuurgh!"
Kurt was immensely turned on from both what he was doing and how David was responding, his cock feeling neglected as he writhed against the bed. He knew he had to get David up on his knees for the next part of his plan.
He pulled back and patted David's buttock as he wiped his mouth. "Sweetie, can you get up on your knees for me?"
Dave whined at Kurt's stopping and the prospect of losing the friction against his needy cock but he did as asked. He rose to his knees, his hands braced on the bedspread, and glanced down the length of his body to his swinging cock. He wanted to come so badly but he also wanted Kurt's mouth back on him and just when he was about to whine again, Kurt touched him.
Actually, Kurt's mouth touched him and he cried out, not expecting how intense it would feel. It was if Kurt was french-kissing his hole and Dave had never in his wildest imaginings known it would feel so damn good!
He dropped his head to the bed, making his butt stick up further in the air and Kurt hummed in approval. He returned to kissing and sucking on the pink, puffy pucker, alternately nipping at the skin around it and totally driving Dave out of his mind.
"Oh my god, oh god, oh Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," Dave moaned, knowing that he was probably going to be embarrassed when Kurt finished with him. He felt helpless with his ass in the air, open and exposed but he was so fucking turned on he just wanted to come and come now!
Kurt groaned and kissed the hole longer and deeper. He reached beneath David and grabbed his swinging cock and moaned at the feel of the hot, hard flesh in his hands. Copious amounts of come was leaking from his lover, indicative of how turned on the larger man was and Kurt moaned again. His own cock was feeling a little left out but he was too caught up with holding Dave in place while fisting his cock rapidly.
His hand sped up as his tongue plunged into the fluttering, clenching hole. Dave shuddered and moaned, whined and moved his ass back towards Kurt's stabbing tongue. Finally crying out and clenching down on the tiny, hot invading muscle, he erupted. Tears leaked from his eyes as he panted and gasped, his shoulders shaking as his cock felt as if it would have exploded if Kurt hadn't been gripping it.
Kurt moaned at the sound of David coming, speeding up the thrusts of his tongue into his lover's hot body, loving that he'd given him this new experience. He kissed and sucked as if he didn't want to stop, only easing off slightly when David's gasping slowed.
The luscious feeling of Kurt kissing and sucking his hole left Dave feeling… hell, he didn't know how he felt and as his spasms dwindled, he slid forward onto his stomach, quakes still rolling through him in waves and exhaustion following fast in their wake.
Kurt grabbed his own cock and in one, two, three strokes he was coming and crying out, his semen striping white across Dave's butt and legs. He didn't rim often because he had to feel a certain level of intimacy with his lovers but David turned him on in even the smallest ways. He opened his eyes to watch the come dribbling down the backs of his lover's thighs as he wrung the last few drops from his prick.
"Oh, David, David, I love you, love you so much, uhgh, oh god," he whispered as his body trembled and his knees weakened. He finally let go of his over-sensitized cock and fell forward onto his hands, panting and watching David's heaving back with a satisfied smile.
His lover seemed to have fallen into a daze and Kurt felt a sense of triumph at introducing him to something new and apparently mind-blowing. This was something he had a feeling that Dave would want to try over and over again. Kurt chuckled at the thought of 'corrupting' his previously 'vanilla' lover. The thought turned him on, seriously, as most of the people he had been with over the years had often been more experienced than he was. It was nice to be the experienced one for a change, he thought smugly.
He grabbed David's robe and cleaned off the man's buttocks and legs, smirking at the drowsy little murmur that escaped the exhausted man. He wiped himself off as well and then laid himself down beside David, stroking his back calmingly and placing soft little kisses on the shoulder nearest him.
Dave realized he was lying in the wet spot he'd created but he was too spent to move. The feel of Kurt's tongue had been such an unexpected pleasure. He wanted to tell his lover how much he'd enjoyed it but when he remembered the embarrassing noises he'd made, he thought Kurt got the picture perfectly.
He eventually rolled over so he could haul a smugly grinning Kurt into his arms, dropping a sleepy kiss on the man's head before dozing off. Mmmmm, he would have to learn how to do that so he could be the one to blow Kurt's mind. Oh yes, those lessons were going to be such fun, mmmmm.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face, not realizing that he'd tugged Kurt to him as if he was an over-sized stuffed toy. Kurt simply smiled and snuggled down, his heart, mind and body at peace, and followed David down into the wells of sleep.
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The week went by in a whirl of meetings, rehearsals and Christmas shopping. Kurt's dad spent a whole day with David and came back even more impressed with his son's lover. He'd been a little skeptical about the relationship when he'd first heard about it, but having met and spent the last few weeks getting to know David, he was now satisfied that the billionaire was head over heels for his son. Burt wasn't too happy with the situation regarding David's ex-whatever she was, but he saw the caliber of men David had to protect his son so he was a little more settled in his mind.
Carole was absolutely thrilled for Kurt; she thought David was just lovely, a big teddy-bear of a man that Kurt had wrapped around his little finger. The house was breathtakingly beautiful and the thought that David had bought it for Kurt moved her romantic heart. She was having the time of her life on this extended vacation and even though she missed her son and his family, she was beyond happy to be here in this fascinating country with Kurt and his beloved.
Now today she and Burt were at the theatre with Kurt, getting a chance to see one of the dress rehearsals and she was tickled pink about it. They had been driven into the West End by Kurt's bodyguards – Ian, the serious one, she called him, and Julian, the English one. She just adored their accents and kept asking them questions about England and what it was like to live here. Burt had tried shushing her at first, reminding her in a stage whisper that they weren't tour guides but she was irrepressible in her happiness. Still, the men answered her happily enough so all was well.
Kurt introduced Rex to his parents and explained they would hang out with him for the afternoon until it was time for the evening's performance and then they would be picked up by Puck. Xavier and Devon would be relieving Ian and Julian later. Everyone was somewhat familiar with the routine by now and, though they were not so foolish as to relax their guard, they weren't as tense as during the first days of this situation.
The company went through their paces from start to finish of their command performance set, Kurt doing his two solos to the satisfaction of his director and earning a round of applause from his colleagues and parents.
Just around 5 o'clock, a delivery boy appeared at the stage door with a gift basket that one of the stage hands brought in. It was handed over to one of the assistants who was instantly impressed with the name of the company embossed on the basket.
She headed back to the dressing rooms and as she was returning backstage she saw the performers straggling back. She looked around and saw her target and came over, speaking excitedly as she came up.
"There's a delicious-smelling gift basket waiting for you in your dressing room. I didn't see your assistant so I took it there myself."
Kurt stared at her, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? Okay, thanks." He glanced over at Julian who was with him but the blond returned his look blankly.
He continued on towards his dressing room, wondering who would be sending him a gift basket. Kurt loosened his costume as soon as he was inside, Julian following him as he entered and closed the door. Kurt moved over to the table on which the basket rested and a huge smile bloomed on his face as he saw the name.
"Ooooh, David must have ordered this for me!" He snatched up the card that was stuck in the clear, red cellophane and read it. "Mmmmm," he laughed. "He's so corny; it reads 'Sweets for the sweet. Love, Davey.' Awww, he's such a romantic."
Julian came over and eyed the basket suspiciously. He sniffed delicately and realized it not only contained confections to tempt any sweet tooth but pastries as well. Still, he wasn't happy that Puck hadn't told him to expect a basket for Kurt. There were to be no surprises and keeping each other informed was how they became the best at what they did.
Now, he intercepted Kurt's greedy grab for one of the tins of toffee that stuffed the basket along with chocolates, truffles and assorted sugar-dusted jujubes. Kurt threw him an indignant look and made a grab with his other hand but Julian inserted his body between him and the basket.
"Julian, really, I am planning to share all this bounty, you know?" His blue-green eyes widened indignantly at the taller man.
Julian shook his head apologetically. "I'm really very sorry but Puck's rules are that there will be no surprises. You didn't know this was coming, did you?"
Kurt frowned at him but held off, shaking his head reluctantly, but he glanced at the card and flicked it in front of Julian's nose. "Aren't you being just a bit paranoid? The card's from… 'Davey'. Hmmm…" he paused as something odd seemed to register.
Julian looked at him with one light eyebrow raised. "Yes? Did you just think of something?"
Kurt looked down at the card, squinting his eyes in thought. "I don't call David 'Davey'. None of us does."
Julian still looked a little confused. He shook his head slowly, waiting for Kurt to clarify his statement.
Kurt huffed impatiently. "I'll call David, to check with him." He pulled his mobile out of his bag and squeezed the speed dial button for his lover. When David picked up almost immediately he smiled.
"Sweetie, did you send me a gift basket from Claridge's? Yes, a basket of chocolates and pastries. No? Oh, damn!" His eyes flew up to Julian's, noticing the grey darkening to slate as his anger grew. "No, no, sweetie, not to worry; Julian's here with me. Noooo, I wasn't going to eat any without checking!"
He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping Julian didn't see and that David believed him. Thank heavens Julian had been with him because he would definitely have eaten any number of the chocolates by now.
"Okay, here he is." He held the phone out to Julian who took it quickly.
"Sir, yes… yes… I have it under control. Yes, I'll be informing Puck after I've spoken with you. No, I don't intend to tell them. Yes, very well."
He closed the phone and handed it over to Kurt who looked at him enquiringly. "He doesn't want you to say anything to your parents or colleagues about this."
Kurt nodded, recognizing the wisdom of this and looked angrily over at the offending basket of tempting goodies. That bitch just would not give up! He sat down on his dressing table stool and sighed. The whole thing was growing really tedious. He wished there was a way to finally get that blasted woman out of their lives, but short of her coming at him with a weapon or something, they couldn't even have her arrested, dammit!
He listened as Julian spoke with Puck and when they'd finished, Julian turned to Kurt. He glanced at the basket then back at Kurt as if he was wondering how much to say then he spoke. "We're going to have the contents tested for poison and Puck thinks that, from now on, you don't take anything from anyone, not even flowers."
Kurt slumped at his dressing table and nodded. He was so tired of this foolishness; all he wanted right now was to look forward to having a nice Christmas with his family and friends. He didn't want to have to wonder if anything he touched was tainted or if the person passing him on the street was going to hurt him. He never thought he'd be one of those celebrities who eventually had to get restraining orders because of some unrelenting nutjob.
He nodded at Julian that he understood and rose to go and talk to his parents. They would be heading back to the house in a little while anyway and he suddenly felt like he needed a hug, heck, maybe more than one, he was just so tired.
Julian watched the beautiful singer try to compose his face so he didn't alert his parents that anything was wrong. His heart did go out to him; he still felt an unwanted attraction to Kurt but he was doing better at controlling it. Now, though, he wished they were closer so it would not have been untoward if he'd been able to hug him, like he'd seen Puck do sometimes.
He locked the dressing room door and sighed as he followed Kurt, trying not to betray his emotions. He knew of the plans that Puck and the boss had put into place for New Year's Eve and, to his mind, that night couldn't come fast enough.
One way or another, they would be putting the not-so-honorable Emma Smythe-Heffley out of business. Hopefully without any bloodshed, he thought grimly, but if it came to that, he personally wouldn't be sorry at all.
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A/N: Well, that's another attempt by the mad Ms. Emma. I'm trying for a nice, peaceful Christmas for the boys but I don't know if Emma will behave.