The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty-Five
By Gayforkurt
Summary: Kurt and Dave have come to terms with the past but can they battle the envy and jealousy of others to make a future for themselves? This is rated M.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
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Shopping in Ohio has never been exciting for Kurt, even when he was an untraveled teenager; now that he was a world traveler, it was even less so. Still, the fact that he was with his best girlfriend, Mercedes, and had very deep pockets now, even Ohio malls could be tolerable.
"What do you think about this?" He was standing beside a chaise longue whose upholstery shimmered beneath the baby spotlights trained on it.
Mercedes came over to stand beside him, her head tilted critically to the side as she studied its almost feminine curves and the blue-green-gold paisley-print fabric. She smiled and looked at Kurt, a little gleam in her eye.
"Do you like it because you know your skin would look perfect against it?"
She burst out laughing at the look of mixed surprise and embarrassment on her friend's smooth face.
Kurt gave it up and smiled, his head bobbing as he acknowledged her insight. "Isn't it gorgeous? I've never even noticed this store before."
She agreed but then added: "Hey, when we were teens, we were so not interested in furnishings!"
They chuckled together and then moved off to look at other pieces of rather fine furnishing. He whispered to her that some of them looked as if they'd come from an estate, probably to be auctioned eventually.
With their heads together, they sauntered through the store and eventually a sales clerk came over to them. The older man had a slightly skeptical look to his face, as if he didn't believe they could afford any of the quality pieces in his establishment.
While standing in front of a particularly fine hall table, Kurt ran his hand along its edge, enjoying the feel of the smooth patina of the wood. Turning to the man, he raised one eyebrow and addressed him coolly.
"This is walnut wood, isn't it?" He watched the startled look come over the man's face and then turned to Mercedes. "This is actually a Tuscany sofa table, though it's listed here as a foyer table."
He continued running his hand along the beautifully crafted table, all the while staring at the clerk, his face as haughty as Mercedes has ever seen it. She stifled a smile at the clerk's expense; Kurt hated to be patronized, even as a child, and the man's body language had probably pissed off her friend now.
The man nodded his head vigorously. "Uh, yes, sir, it is indeed a sofa table but its design is versatile enough for you to place in your foyer."
His whole demeanour had changed and now Kurt graced him with a small smile. "I'll take it. Please tag it and the classic French chaise over there in the paisley print. Thank you."
Without waiting for the man's response, Kurt took Mercedes' arm and strutted off, already admiring a number of stunning floor lamps that he told her would be perfect for the drawing room. Mercedes simply nodded and smiled, enjoying the time spent with her très élégant friend.
Soon, after nearly another hour or so of browsing and selecting, Kurt was finally finished and Mercedes was ready for some sustenance. They approached the rather dignified cashier where they were invited to have a seat on one of the antique looking couches while the man rang up Kurt's purchases.
When Kurt handed over his Amex Platinum card, both 'Cedes' eyes and that of the cashier almost bugged out; not many people who shopped in Ohio flashed that card so casually. Kurt chuckled at her and though he lowered his voice just for her ears alone, the man managed to overhear.
"David wanted me to use his Palladium but we're not married yet; I'll use my own money on impulse stuff."
Again the man, who'd tried to pretend he hadn't overheard, looked a little flustered at that bit of information. He couldn't help but wonder who this young man was; he didn't look like any celebrity he'd ever seen or heard about. Nevertheless, the card was good and he knew for a certainty that the Platinum was still one of the most exclusive, high-end cards on the market.
Kurt signed the documents the man pushed towards him and gave his address for delivery of his items by the noon next day. Kurt fixed a stern look on the man and asked him if he was certain of that delivery time.
"Certainly, sir," the man bristled. "We pride ourselves on always delivering when we say we will. If there is a problem, you will be notified, I assure you."
Kurt rose, nodded in acknowledgement of the man's huffy assurances and then turned to Mercedes. "Thanks for being patient, sweetie; now, where's the best food in this place?"
They headed out of the store, their heads together as they consulted 'Cedes phone. Their search turned up a couple of options in relatively close locations and, deciding they were in the mood for Japanese, headed for the best purveyors of that cuisine.
Another couple of hours passed in happy gormandizing, the friends taking their own sweet time and trying a number of different things on the menu. Kurt stuck with the lemongrass chicken and giggled when he said his taste buds were doing a happy dance in his mouth.
Mercedes gorged on the lobster Rangoon and they both shared the gyoza dumplings and some of the best teriyaki chicken ever. They gave the sushi a skip, promising to come another time, but they both enjoyed the miso soup. Dessert consisted of fried ice cream and cheesecake, and once Kurt could stop moaning orgasmically over it he declared he'd soon need a whole day of salads and workouts.
Mercedes scoffed at him, openly admiring his tall, slender physique, but told him that the way Dave looked at him so ravenously, he could put on a few pounds and it would still blow that man away. Kurt blushed at the lavish compliment but shook his head, a rueful smile on his face.
"I think you forget that I was a bit chunky in middle school; I was a real porker!"
Mercedes frowned seriously at him. "No, Kurt, you weren't and you shouldn't put yourself down like that."
She had had a real problem when Kurt would almost starve himself at times and, because she herself had a very healthy body image and acknowledged she was overweight, she had fretted over him.
Kurt shrugged, his eyes dropping to the few swirls of ice cream left in is bowl and dropped the spoon before looking at her with a little smile. "You were such a support for me back then, 'Cedes. I mean, how many times did you threaten to cut someone for me?"
They both burst out laughing, Mercedes shaking her head in memory of her loud, sassy teenage self. "And I would have, too, if you hadn't chickened out all the time!"
Their happy laughter bounced around the restaurant, the other lunch-time patrons looking over at the apparently mismatched couple that was, nevertheless, obviously quite close.
Kurt glanced at his watch and then raised his eyebrow at her. "Do you realize we've been in here for nearly two hours?"
She smiled and nodded. "I have a very good time sense; it helps when you're in business for yourself. Speaking of which, let me just check in with the office and then we can head out."
Kurt left her to her calls and headed to the men's room, taking out his own phone as he went. He quickly dialed Sam's number and let him know where they were. He had told the blond man that they would have been eating in Lima so now he would simply stall 'Cedes until he could get to the restaurant.
After taking care of his business, he paused as usual to make sure every strand of hair was in place, and admired his ensemble. Mercedes had done a good job of dressing him in a fairly simple outfit that still made him stand out in a crowd. The vibrant red of his shirt lent a glow to his otherwise pale complexion, making any make up unnecessary. His pants fit perfectly and, because the shirt was worn untucked, its hem landed just over the pockets on his butt. Very nice look, he complimented himself.
Finally he headed back to his table, taking his own sweet time – and hoping Sam would get there soon – and ignoring the heads that turned to watch him pass. No doubt some of them had already come to the conclusion that he was gay but he had long since grown out of any self-consciousness. He used to pretend when he was a teen but now he truly didn't care.
He lowered himself elegantly in the banquette and crossed his long legs, one foot bouncing as he leaned his arms on the table. He affected a slightly weary air and stared at his friend, his eyes wide and innocent.
"You know, I think I'd like another drink. I'm not ready to head out as yet."
Mercedes, unsuspecting, simply nodded and looked around for their waiter. The young man hurried over to them; he could always sense the big tippers and these two looked as though they were in no hurry to leave.
They both ordered more drinks and sat back to catch up some more, 'Cedes more interested in Kurt's time in England than anything else.
"So, what's England like; I've always wanted to go but it's too expensive." She smiled at the server as she accepted her drink, taking a sip while she watched Kurt sip his.
"Mmmm, okay, it's different, so different from living in New York but, I don't know, I think I prefer it to New York." He let out a little mock scream. "Ahhhh, yes, I know, sacrilege!"
Mercedes laughed out loud at his antics, her eyes sparkling at how happy he seemed. "Was that where you met that gorgeous hunk of man you are marrying?"
Kurt paused, unsure for a second as to how to explain their unorthodox meeting. Finally he shook his head. "No, we actually met in the islands."
Her eyes widened and there was a little smirk playing around her full lips. "Yessss, interesting, a holiday fling, perhaps?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him, making him burst out laughing at the silly expression on her face.
"No, not quite. It was pretty odd, really, because I didn't like him at first." He paused for her gasp; she was such a romantic, she probably thought it had been love at first sight.
"Really? What was there not to like, boy?" Her incredulous expression made Kurt chuckle even as he shook his head.
"Let's say our meeting was not auspicious; no, not at all. In fact, for a little while there, I thought I liked Noah more."
He winced at the decibel level she reached when she screeched: "Puck! Kurt, tell me you're kidding!"
Kurt simply nodded as he took a sip. "Oh, just for like a split second but, even when David pissed me off I couldn't stop being attracted to him. It was as if I was no longer in control and I hated that feeling, believe me."
She subsided as she drank the rest of her drink in one go. She was staying away from alcohol since she was driving so she ordered another drink, waiting as the man brought her diet Coke before she continued interrogating her friend.
"So, what happened, when did you realize you loved him?" She surveyed the faint pink color that had washed his high cheekbones and she smirked at him. "Please, you two are so obvious it's as if you're both going to spontaneously combust."
"Mercedes!" Kurt colored more as the people at the next table glanced at the two of them. As usual, he ignored them but he lowered his voice. "It took a little while for me to get with the program, I admit. For him, though, he says he's loved me for years."
Mercedes almost choked on her sip as she stared at her blushing friend. Wow, that was… wow! Her eyes pricked and she breathed quickly, a hand coming out to cover one of Kurt's. "Oh, sweetie, that's so romantic!"
Kurt nodded and took a quick sip, his eyelashes fluttering as the magnitude of what he'd just said hit him. All the time he'd been gallivanting around the globe with different people, this one man had loved him and been prepared to wait for him. 'Wow' was an understatement.
The friends sipped their drinks in a companionable silence before a figure loomed behind Mercedes' chair and Kurt looked up, his smile appearing suddenly.
"Hey, you made it!"
Mercedes twisted around in her chair to see who was standing behind her and she slid to her feet as she recognized the smiling blond.
"Sam Evans, you wretch, how are you?" She flung her arms around the grinning man's waist, feeling his long arms go around her as he returned the enthusiastic embrace.
"Hi, Mercedes, oh my god, it's been a while. I'm good, I'm good; you?" He held her at arms' length as his bright blue eyes roved in admiration over her smiling face.
She moved to retake her seat though she still held one of his hands and he slid onto the banquette beside Kurt, their hands stretched across the table. When she realized this, she chuckled, patted his hand and sat back.
Kurt watched them, a happy gleam brightening his whole face as the two former schoolmates chatted. So far, it had been two for one, the reunion with Finn not going as well as he'd hoped though he'd been prepared. It was good to have Sam and 'Cedes here, and when Puck was thrown into the mix later, it would be so, so good.
How amazing, he pondered, that he'd fallen in love with someone on the other side of the world from where they'd both grown up. It was almost like that whole six degrees of separation thing; David, Puck and Finn had been to McKinley a few years before Kurt, Sam, Mercedes and Rachel; Finn's mom and Kurt's dad had married, Finn and Rachel had married, too, and now, years later, Kurt and David were in love and about to marry. Whew, it was almost mind-boggling, the level of connections involved.
He continued to ruminate as his friends chatted and… was that flirting going on?... caught up on each other's lives. Kurt continued musing and realized that if David hadn't seen him sing all those years ago and fallen in love with him then he and Kurt probably never would have met. Hmmm, who knows?
Kurt finally tuned back into the conversation and as he heard them talking about keeping in touch, an idea popped into his mind.
"Guys, guys, listen; what about a mini-McKinley reunion?" His eyes were wide with the brilliance of his suggestion and he waited, smiling widely, as the other two stared at him.
Mercedes was the first to speak. "Mmmm, when you say 'mini', how 'mini' do you mean? And where would we have it?"
Sam nodded as he put his in his two cent's worth. "Yeah, and who exactly would you want to invite?"
Kurt looked between the two of them, his eyes finally landing on Mercedes' curious eyes. "I don't know, really. Haven't you guys been in touch with folks from high school?"
Mercedes glanced over quickly at Sam and then looked back at her friend, anxious to keep that happy look on his face. "Uhhm, yes, I see some folks occasionally but I've only really stayed in touch with Artie and Santana."
"Santana!" Both Kurt and Sam had exclaimed at the same time and they looked at each other, chuckling, before Sam indicated Kurt should speak. "Really, what is she doing now?"
Mercedes quirked an eyebrow at him. "She's a lawyer, specializes in immigration law and some child welfare stuff. She's good, I hear."
Sam nodded. "I can kinda see that. And what about Artie, what's he up to?"
Mercedes chuckled and took a sip of her warming drink before answering. "He's Santana's partner. Oh, no, not like that. He handles disability stuff, discrimination claims, that sort of thing. They have an office in the same area that I have my office."
Sam looked at her curiously. "Your office?"
And she filled him in on what she was doing with her life these days, saying that work and church were her main activities along with the occasional karaoke night with friends. Then she looked at him, quirking an eyebrow. "So, what have you been doing with your handsome self?"
He laughed and shook his head, his eyes squinting at the compliment. "Well, I tried professional football for a while until I injured out. Just college level, but now I run a fitness club; own it, actually."
He ducked his head as if what he did was of less importance than what she'd just been reciting. Santana and Artie were both successful lawyers and she herself had her own real estate business. Kurt, from the look of him, must be successful in whatever he was doing. Speaking of which…
"What do you do, princess? It must be something to do with fashion or the theatre."
Kurt chuckled but before he could speak, the waiter came up to ask Sam what he would be having. After giving his order, he turned to Kurt, one eyebrow raised and his full lips quirked in an anticipatory grin.
"Well, you were partly right; I perform with an opera company."
Sam stared at him. "What, you can't leave it at that! Look at you, I'm sure there's a lot more going on behind that very glossy exterior!"
Mercedes and Kurt both laughed in surprise and 'Cedes nodded in agreement. "True, true, glossy is right. My boy just dropped over $5,000 in furnishing he did not need!"
Kurt colored as his friends laughed at him but he nodded graciously before continuing. "Alright, you savages, I'll spill. Yes, I've done very well over the years since graduating Juilliard. I love what I do and I'm paid handsomely for it. There!"
They laughed again and Sam settled down to enjoy his late lunch. Kurt had contemplated inviting him to eat with him and Mercedes but he'd really wanted to catch up with her alone. It was nice having Sam with them now and they continued for the next while to bring up various names from their past and wonder what they had got up to.
It was beginning to get dark, just around 5 o'clock, when the trio exited the restaurant, Sam walking with them towards Mercedes' sedan. He leaned against it as they chatted and then he remembered Kurt's earlier suggestion of a mini-reunion.
"Oh, so what about the reunion; are you going to try and link up with Artie and Santana?" He watched as Kurt and Mercedes exchanged a glance, a silent conversation taking place between the best friends.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I'll work out the logistics, figure out the dates and you, 'Cedes, could you check with them, see if they'd be interested?"
Mercedes nodded, said she could do that, and then moved to hug Sam in farewell. He dropped his head down so his lips brushed her jaw and then stepped back when she released him. He turned to Kurt and hugged him in just the same way, Kurt tensing slightly.
Sam stepped away, his full lips in a soft smile as he looked at the last two people he'd ever expected to be hanging with after all this time. "It's really, really cool to see you guys again."
The other two smiled, nodding enthusiastically and then, with a wave, Sam moved off to his own vehicle, a pickup truck, of course. "And call me, Kurt; keep me in the loop, okay?"
Kurt and Mercedes called out their goodbyes as they waved before Mercedes unlocked the car and they jumped in. It was getting pretty cool and she turned on the engine and heater, waiting a bit before moving off.
As they headed back to Westerville, Mercedes assuring Kurt that the drive was no big deal for her, they nattered on about the reunion, if the other two would show up, where they would have it, etc., etc.
The miles sped by unnoticed and soon they were back in front of the huge house, lights shining out of almost all the windows.
Kurt turned to Mercedes and pulled her into a huge hug. "Thank you for today, sweetie; it was almost like old times, yeah?"
Mercedes patted his back as she nuzzled her nose against his smooth cheek. "Yeah, it was. I'm not letting you get away from me again, okay? Fair warning."
He pulled back, a soft smile hovering in his eyes. "Well, who else was going to be my maid of honor, seriously?"
She burst out laughing and she grabbed him into a hug again. "Oh, white boy, it will be so good to see you getting married to that hunk. I mean, finally!"
They laughed again and then, with a final little peck on her cheek, Kurt eased out of the passenger seat, reminding her to call him when she got home.
He hurried up to the front door, turned and waved to her as she eased the big car down the driveway. He continued to wave until he couldn't see the red taillights and then let himself into the foyer of his house.
He closed the door firmly and he leaned against it for a second or two, smiling to himself as he thought of the two people he'd just left. It had been so very good to just hang out; it was a shame to have let their friendships lapse, he thought now.
He took off his coat but kept his scarf in his hand and made his way into the kitchen. His men were seated at the table, obviously having just finished inhaling Dana's delicious food and he greeted them, his voice soft and happy.
He slid into David's lap, uncaring that the others, Puck, Ian and Devon were watching them. "How was your day, sweetie?"
Dave looked at the others and then back at his beloved. "So-so; mostly business stuff to take care of on the phone. Ian went with me to look at a car and I think Puck and Devon just hung around today. Nothing much."
Kurt smiled as he looked at the other men. Puck and Devon were sitting side by side, of course, and Ian was at the other end of the table, silent and observant as was his wont. Puck winked at Kurt, his usual mischievous glint replaced by a welcome contentment. Kurt was happy for the two agents; hey, all people in love liked seeing other people in love.
Kurt's eyes lingered on Ian, though, and when the man looked back at him with his usual impassivity, Kurt smirked. "No dessert tonight, guys?" Though he addressed everyone, he kept his gaze trained on the stone-faced man.
The men exchanged puzzled looks that only increased when Kurt started to giggle softly. He winked at Ian and then rose from David's laps. "Well, no dessert for me, either; I'm going for a relaxing soak. It was a hard day shopping. But, I had a late and very big lunch with two good friends, so – it was all good."
He sauntered out of the kitchen, waving nonchalantly over his shoulder at the watching men, and headed up the stairs. Dave looked down at the scarf his lover had left behind and then looked up at Ian, one eyebrow way up on his forehead, but the agent only shrugged.
Dave simply shook his head, waved a 'later' at the guys, and left to join his lover upstairs. Maybe he needed help with scrubbing his back, or a massage; after all, he did have a hard day hanging out with his friends. Dave scoffed softly to himself as he smiled. Kurt was such a fascinating character there was no fear of boredom in this relationship, he congratulated himself. He whistled as he strolled up the stairs, his mind already focused on his lover's wet, gleaming, porcelain skin.
Yeah, never a dull moment.
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"David," Kurt's melodious voice wafted through from the bathroom, soft sounds of splashing backing it up.
Dave came to the door and leaned against the jamb, his eyes riveted to Kurt's steam-flushed face. His lover was beautiful at all times but when he was flushed and disheveled, Dave's mind only went to one place. He smiled now.
"Miss me?" He watched Kurt rub the natural sea sponge up one long arm, his lips quirking as he eyed Dave.
"Always, but I really wanted to run something by you." He tilted his head abruptly, beckoning Dave to come and sit near him. Dave had been about to take a quick shower himself so he would be ready for their usual nighttime ritual but he came over and sat on the edge of the tub.
Dave trailed his fingers below the water, deliberately stroking Kurt's skin and watching in satisfaction as a little shiver ran up his lover's body. The pale pink nipples, just peeking above the surface of the water hardened and Dave felt himself harden, too.
Kurt slapped his hand lightly, smiling up at him seductively. "Now, stop distracting me, you! I've been thinking maybe we could have a little McKinley High reunion. What do you think?"
Dave looked at him with interest, his curiosity aroused now as well. "Yeah, who all would you want to invite, apart from Mercedes, of course?"
Kurt leaned back against his neck supporter and continued running the dripping sponge up the other arm. "'Cedes says she can get in touch with two of our classmates who have a law partnership near her place. There's you and Puck, I don't know, and Sam, you remember him?" At Dave's nod he continued. "Maybe Sam has been in touch with some others, too."
He went on to tell his love how he had set up Mercedes that day with a surprise appearance by Sam. He didn't tell Dave that he suspected she'd had a crush on the blond football player back in the day; that was Mercedes' secret to tell.
Dave sat and watched while Kurt continued to wash himself with languid motions, his cock hardening more and more especially when Kurt started on his legs. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore; he jumped up, shrugged off his robe and told Kurt to scoot down so he could get in behind him.
Kurt grinned in satisfaction; he had been wondering how long David had been going to just sit there and watch. Really, guys can be so slow, he commiserated to himself.
Dave sank into the still hot water and sighed as his legs slid around Kurt's silky body. His large hands started rubbing at skin wherever they brushed and soon the two were engaged in far more than just washing.
Kurt tilted his head to the side so David could get access to his neck and he sighed, the sound morphing into a moan as his lover's large hand palmed his cock. He wriggled his butt against the hardness rubbing insistently against him and felt Dave's mouth nipping at his throat.
"Oh, mmm, yes, sweetie, squeeze harder," he instructed his lover, one hand coming up to grasp David's nape.
Dave loved the way Kurt's voice got that breathy, needy quality; it turned him on to know that he could push Kurt over the edge so easily. He continued to mouth at the skin beneath his mouth, his tongue coming out to soothe the little nips. He squeezed and fondled Kurt's thick penis, marveling again that such a slender body could be so well-endowed.
The movement of Kurt's butt against his own cock was quickly ramping up his arousal but he realized he didn't want to finish in the tub. Slowing his own movements he whispered into the pink ear he was nibbling: "Let's finish up and get into bed."
Kurt murmured his agreement and reaching over for the detachable shower head, washed them clean before they stepped out. They barely dried off with the huge fluffy towels before both men were scampering into the bedroom, Kurt slightly ahead and bouncing onto the bed eagerly.
An idea flashed into Dave's head and he grabbed Kurt's ankles and yanked him to the edge of the bed. He chuckled at the startled sound out of his lover and then fell to his knees. Kurt stopped complaining when he realized what David was up to and he wriggled in happy anticipation.
Dave stroked his large hands up Kurt's damp skin, his hands lingering in worshipful appreciation of the lovely thighs.
"Mmmm, I can't ever decide on my favorite body part, y'know," he murmured as his lips paid homage to the skin on the inside of Kurt's thigh. Kurt could only sigh and moan at the sensual feel of the agile tongue. He stared up at the canopy over the bed and suddenly remembered what Mercedes had said when she first saw it. A little giggle escaped him but he shook his head when Dave looked up at him, curious.
Dave planned to take his time making love to his beautiful fiancé and maybe getting him to come more than once. The sex between them was usually so intense they very often collapsed after blowing each other's mind. Now he let his hands join his lips and tongue and teeth as he lavished attention on the taut muscles of Kurt's thighs.
When Dave moved from the quivering thighs, though, to Kurt's flat stomach and cute little navel, Kurt raised his head, impatient for Dave to put his mouth where he really wanted it. Kurt's rigid cock bobbed against Dave's chest as he moved his mouth up to latch onto one pert pink nipple and Kurt cried out, his hands going up to grab David's head.
"Yessss!" he hissed, his hips coming up off the bed as the sensation of Dave's lips tugging on him drove him wild. "Oh, David, oh baby…. uhhhm!"
Dave lifted his head, panting to stare into Kurt's lust-blown eyes and he abandoned the heaving chest to capture those lush, parted lips. Kurt yanked his lover down with grasping arms and legs, his whole body writhing up off the counterpane as Dave moved to straddle him.
Their lips dueled, each man battling for control of the kiss, their tongues plunging and sliding as greedy moans escaped them. Finally Dave lifted his head to stare into Kurt's blue-green eyes, the color just a thin ring around the huge pupils. He dropped another hard kiss on the panting mouth and slid down his body, his lips dragging a wet trail all the way down.
Kurt moaned out loud when David nuzzled his groin, the silky hair catching in his lover's stubble. He parted his legs even farther, unconsciously urging Dave to go lower and he finally gave in, his mouth closing around the head of Kurt's needy cock.
Strong thighs came up around Dave's head, clasping him in their taut warmth as he suckled the leaking head of Kurt's pretty cock. He settled himself firmly on the floor as he took a deep breath before sinking down to completely swallow Kurt, his nose almost brushing the damp hair.
Kurt wailed as his cock bumped the back of David's throat and he lifted his head to try and see. He fell back against the bed, grasping the bedspread in tight fists and trying to hold back his cries. His eyes closed tight and he fought not to lunge up into the hot, wet heat of the talented mouth, not wanting anything to stop the maddening suction Dave was keeping up.
One of Dave's hands came up to hold his hips down; he knew as Kurt lost more and more control it would be like trying to hold down a tiger and he didn't want to be choked. He moaned around the hot muscle sliding in and out of his mouth, knowing what the vibrations would do to his lover and he smiled when he heard another desperate cry.
"David, oh, David, yes, don't stop, baby, don't stop, don't stop…" and it deteriorated to almost soundless babbling. Dave moved a finger to Kurt's pucker and just petted it, not penetrating as he had no lube on the finger and he didn't want to hurt his thrashing lover.
The finger flirting with his hole was almost enough to push Kurt over the edge and when he lifted his legs so that his heels were on the edge of the bed, Dave started rubbing harder all along the crack. Oh yes!
Kurt cried out and Dave only had time to bob one or two times more and then his mouth was flooded with Kurt's salty-bitter spending. He swallowed and sucked and swallowed, his mouth working the spasming organ as he listened to his lover cry out.
"David, yes, oh yes, uh uh, uhhhh," Kurt's voice was a ululation of breathy satisfaction, his hips writhing even as his cock wilted slowly in David's hot, sweet mouth. God, he just loved being sucked off and David was getting so much better at it, mmmmm.
Dave let the softened, glistening cock slide slowly from his mouth, a deep feeling of satisfaction rolling through him as he stared at Kurt's beautiful, sated face. He didn't really like swallowing but it made him feel good that he could do that for his generous lover. There was nothing Kurt wouldn't do for him and he was happy to know he could satisfy him.
Kurt murmured incoherently, a goofy smile on his face and Dave wondered if that was how he'd looked as a teenager. A little twinge of regret pinged in his mind as he thought about his teenage years. He probably wouldn't have noticed Kurt even if they'd been at school at the same time. He'd been a somewhat introverted youth, concentrating mainly on schoolwork and sports; music had been his only outlet and he had kept that pretty private.
Now as he stroked Kurt's legs and nuzzled his face against the flat, still heaving stomach, he just knew he was so grateful to have this wonderful man willing to spend the rest of his life with him.
He looked up as he felt a hand tugging his hair; Kurt was smiling at him, that warm, beautiful smile that made Dave feel as if he was the only person in Kurt's world, and he heaved himself up properly onto the bed. He knew Kurt would want to return the 'favor', as he put it, and already one slender hand was reaching for Dave's neglected cock.
"Come here, baby, let me take care of you," the now-husky voice murmured and Dave closed his eyes, giving himself over to his lover's passionate ministrations. He knew before they settled down to sleep later, Kurt was going to blow his mind and send him into orbit. Their lovemaking never failed to wring him out and now he smiled into the soft kiss, his heart already speeding up as Kurt Hummel rolled on top of him.
Yep, whenever that reunion happened, he was going to let everyone know Kurt Hummel was his, finally, irrevocably.
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TBC
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A/N 2: Guys, I know some of you were waiting for some Finn-esque angst but I just wasn't in the mood for stupidity. Rather, I wanted a little relaxation and touching base for Kurt. Finn and stupidity, coming up.