The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Thirty-Eight
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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"Baby boy, I have an idea for you!" Mercedes' unseemly cheerfulness rang down the line as Kurt rolled over. He yawned before being coherent enough to reply.
"And good morning to you to, 'Cedes!" He snarked; seriously, who called at – he peered at the bedside clock – 9 a.m.! "What is this brilliant idea that had you waking me up at oh-dark-thirty, missy?"
Rich chuckles greeted his ear and he could picture her shaking her sassy head. "I forgot you are on vacation. I'm sorry, sweetie-pie; I've been here since 7:30."
Kurt struggled up against the mound of pillows behind him and stretched one-armed as he tried to wake up further. "Mmm-hmm, apology accepted, hun, but what's got you so excited."
"Karaoke night, yay!"
Kurt held the phone away from him and looked at in mingled horror and disbelief. "Kara-what, kara-who? 'Cedes, are you kidding me?"
She laughed again; she knew she would have to sell the idea to her picky friend. "Hear me out! It would be better than having it at your place since you don't know how many people are gonna turn up… Well?"
There was silence and she waited for Kurt to say something. He was actually struggling into a robe and had laid the phone down on the bed. Now he grabbed it up again. "Okay, I can see where you're coming from… but is there a nice Karaoke bar near here?"
"Oh yes, baby boy, the one I like is not 15 minutes from your house, for real!" She held her breath as she waited for him to give the plan the go-ahead.
Kurt headed into the bathroom and rested the phone on the counter as he told her he had put her on speaker. "Okay, that's workable. Uhmmm, what about Sam, have you heard from him, is he inviting anyone?"
He listened for her answer over the sound of him cleaning his teeth and when she answered he started in on a whole bunch of other questions, all muffled around his toothbrush.
"Huh-hold up, boy, I can't understand a word you're saying!" She figured he was doing something but she'd have to work with the UN to be able to decipher that gibberish.
"I said," he spat into the basin, "did you hear back from Santana and Artie and is Sam bringing anybody and when do you want us to do this."
"Oh, that's all you said," she replied in her own snarky tone. "Okay, yes, 'Tana and Artie are in and no, I haven't heard if Sam got in touch with anyone and, finally, it's up to you, sweetie, when you want to do this."
"Okay, well, since I've just woken up, thanks to a certain someone," he could almost hear her eye-roll, "I'll ring you later after I've dressed and eaten, okay?"
"Will do, sweetie; later!" She rang off and sat back in her chair, a smile still on her face. Kurt was such a great guy, she was happy things were turning out so well for him.
She looked up when her assistant came in with a stack of papers to go over and her mind shifted over to work mode. She'd find time later to link with her boy but right now it was time to justify the office space and three-person staff she had.
Back at the house Kurt, clean and dressed in his usual casual magnificence, headed downstairs to search out food and David, not necessarily in that order. He knew Dana was already in the kitchen because it was after 9 o'clock. David was probably in the den already, on the phone to some other driven businessman on the other side of the world, perhaps.
He decided to get his morning kiss before his morning java and slipped into the office. His lover was on the phone with a particularly ferocious expression on his face. Noah was with him, sprawled on the couch and Kurt fluttered his fingers at him in a wave.
"No, you're right, it's not realistic to go over three but I want it – and I don't want to lay off anyone, either. Find a way to work it out. I'll get back to you by 4 o'clock p.m., your time. Yes, I'm serious."
He hung up the phone and looked up to see Kurt staring at him open-mouthed. His face slid into a warm smile for his beautiful lover and he got up from the huge chair. "Hey, babe."
Kurt glided over and into his arms, a slight look of concern in his blue-green eyes. "Everything okay?" His fingers came up to smooth the area between the winged brows and Dave chuckled.
"Yeah, standard business conversation. There's a company that's struggling that I want to buy but my CFO thinks it's a waste to buy it at the price that's being offered. He wants to wait until they're in a tighter spot but I don't want to do that."
"So, the whole ruthless businessman thing is just a façade?" Kurt smiled softly up at him. "You're really just an entrepreneur with a heart of gold, aren't you?"
Puck snorted behind them but quickly turned it into a cough, looking at Kurt with innocent eyes as the singer glared at him.
Dave laughed and dropped a quick kiss on the sweet lips before Kurt could go off on his friend. "Yeah, something like that. Actually, it's a company whose products I loved as a kid and now they're struggling, $3 billion isn't too much to pay."
"What? Three billion for childhood memories? Wow?" Kurt looked up at him in mingled frustration and awe. It must be great to be able to shell out that kind of money on what was basically a whim. Still, it only served to remind him what a wonderful man he was getting and, seriously, it was his money to toss around. Added to that, he was probably saving the livelihood of hundreds of workers.
Kurt leaned up and kissed his fiancé properly, a slow, deep kiss that soon had David moaning into his mouth.
Dave broke it off reluctantly, unwilling to give Puck a show who was staring unabashedly at them. "Come, I bet you haven't eaten as yet," he smiled down at his sexy lover, taking in how his lips glistened and his eyes glowed aquamarine.
"Mm-hmm, I was of two minds whether to find you first or find Dana, the two most important people in my life right now."
"Hey, what am I, chopped liver?" Puck pouted from his place, stretched out like an indolent big cat on the overstuffed couch.
"You I need to take in small doses, you perv," Kurt grinned unrepentantly at the tanned man, his affection coming through clearly.
"Yeah, nobody appreciates me around here." He tried to whine when suddenly from the doorway, a light voice called, "That's not true; I appreciated you a lot this morning!"
Kurt and David burst out laughing as Devon's curly head popped around the door and he mock-frowned at Puck.
They decided to leave Puck to his fate and, sidestepping the bouncy agent, they headed to root out some breakfast for Kurt. On the way Kurt filled him in on his earlier conversation with Mercedes and they chatted all the way to the kitchen.
Dave watched as Kurt and the housekeeper exchanged greetings, the woman reaching for a covered plate holding the singer's breakfast and smiled again at how much he felt a part of a family these days. He really missed his parents and when he'd been a lad he'd missed having a brother. Now Puck filled the space in him that wanted a sibling and Kurt filled up everything else. He was, indeed, a rich man.
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"Okay, let's get down to some serious planning," Kurt looked over at his friend, trying for a serious air. She only giggled at him while stuffing more Danishes into her mouth.
They had decided to check out the venue she'd mentioned and since the club was in a shopping mall, they'd decided to stop and have snacks in a nearby café first.
Kurt simply shook his head and then tore off a piece of his bear claw, a treat he'd not had in years. His mind meandered to all the times he and 'Cedes had hung out at the Lima Bean or Breadstix back in the day. He looked at her and after swallowing asked: "Do you ever eat at our old hangouts anymore?"
She knew exactly where his mind was and she shook her head. "Not really, I don't live near either of them so there's no need. I don't do the nostalgia thing too much," she said as she bit off another piece of her pastry.
Kurt nodded; he understood perfectly because he was like that. If he moved on from a thing or a person, he tended not to revisit them.
Suddenly her cell phone chimed and she realized she had a message. "It's Sam," she told him as she activated the message. "Apparently he'd run into Mike Chang who was still in touch with a couple of other football players."
Kurt's lips quirked and he raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh good, we'll be surrounded by a bunch of jocks at the mini-reunion."
Her own eyebrow quirked at him. "Mm-hmm, will that be okay with you?" She remembered all too well that it was the jocks who'd given him the hardest time in school.
He looked at her with a deadly serious expression though his lips tilted up at one corner. "Oh yes, more than okay. I'm not the kid I once was, sweetie. I was always a bit in-your-face with the attitude but now I definitely know how to kick some jock ass."
Mercedes' eyes widened and she stared at her friend, glad that she'd finished chewing. "Wh-what do you mean, you know martial arts or something?"
He nodded as his eyes lightened in faint humor. "That's a story for another time but suffice it to say that I can high-kick with the best Rockette, believe me."
Mercedes choked on her laughter, her devious mind immediately picturing Kurt sending some idiot's balls right up into his head if he messed with him. Kurt's soft giggles joined her more raucous laughter but eventually the two settled back down to their pastry appreciation.
"Oh, but baby boy, I just remembered, Dave and his guys will be there anyway and I'm sure he will not be moving from your side," Mercedes said nearly five minutes later.
Kurt nodded but answered her seriously. "That's true but before I knew him I had to learn to defend myself from both homophobic assholes and over-amorous pricks who can't take no for an answer." He sighed as he stared at his plate. "I don't know, I must have 'wimp' stamped on my forehead or something."
She reached over to pat his slender hand. "No, no, sweetie, it's just that the world has more idiots than smart people in it, you know that." Her hurried assurances sounded familiar because it's what she used to tell him after particularly harsh bullying incidents years before.
He looked at her now and straightened his shoulders. "A friend of mine, her mom used to say, 'common sense is a scarce commodity' and that's so true. Wasn't it Einstein who said something about the universe and human stupidity being infinite?"
She nodded at him and, finally finishing her pastry, wiped her mouth delicately and decided they were fortified enough to go and scope out the club.
"Wait," Kurt said, realizing something. "It's daytime, wouldn't the club be closed now?"
She nodded at him while reapplying her lip gloss. "Mmhmm, but I called the manager and he's usually there he says for a couple of hours in the day. We can get a look-see if we get there in time."
"Well, what are we waiting for, let's get a move on," Kurt jumped up, grabbing his leather jacket and shrugging into it. The day was fairly warm for a January in Ohio and he was dressed accordingly. His jeans were of the usual tight variety but somewhat faded and worn. He was actually dressed down a bit as he hadn't known what to expect at this place.
They paid and headed out, walking the relatively short distance to the club's entrance, pausing as Mercedes pressed the intercom and spoke into it. There was a short, sharp buzzing sound and Kurt yanked on the heavy metal door, holding it for Mercedes and then following quickly.
The interior was pretty gloomy, as was to be expected, but Kurt was pleasantly surprised by the roominess of the place. To his left was a very long, shiny bar counter beyond which was stacked literally hundreds of bottles containing no doubt all manner of alcoholic libation. Above it were the ubiquitous racks holding glasses of all sizes suspended upside down.
To the right were round tables with fairly comfortable looking chairs and then, towards the back of the room was a large dance space with a stage to the back of that. No doubt that was where the would-be singers did their thing. He was slightly impressed, especially as there was no lingering odour of stale cigarette smoke.
A tall, muscular older man approached them while wiping his hands on a towel and nodded to them. "Ms. Jones, hi, I'm Kirin Babcock, the manager."
Kurt shook his hand and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Kurt and I'm the one who's renting your space for a party."
Kirin nodded and turned to gaze around the room. "Well, do you think it's what you want? It can hold 200 and, if the price is right, you can have the entire space for yourself that night. We do that sometimes so the regulars would understand."
Kurt smiled as he looked around again and moved off to go inspect the restrooms. Mercedes and Kirin exchanged puzzled looks but she waited patiently for her friend to return. When he did, a satisfied look on his face, she quirked an eyebrow at him but she didn't speak.
"Okay, Kirin, I think this will be just right." He looked at the other man who nodded and indicated they should follow him. He headed through a dark curtain that they hadn't even noticed in the gloom and found themselves in a fairly cramped office. They took the seats in front of the desk while Kirin rooted around for the relevant documents.
"There you go, you only need to agree to the cost and sign at the bottom of these three documents." Kurt read the papers and, satisfied with the price and conditions, affixed his signature to the lines with the 'x' marking them.
"That's great; so, next Wednesday, we'll close to the public for the McKinley mini-reunion; that right?" Kirin quirked an eyebrow at them as he made notes. When they nodded, he continued. "You will have the place from 8 p.m. until 3 a.m. Also, I'll be providing the drinks and nibbles that you'll approve."
Kurt nodded and gave him his contact number. "Uhm," he turned to Mercedes. "We should set up for a taxi company or car service, shouldn't we?"
She looked a little surprised because that hadn't occurred to her but she nodded vigorously and, as she so often did, squeezed his hand. "Oh, yes, sweetie, that's a great idea!"
Kirin looked between the two of them, noting their closeness and smiled. "Are you two a couple? It's just that you're so close."
They looked at each other, surprised and then burst out into quiet chuckles. "Oh no," Kurt said in his soft voice. "I'm gay and she's my best friend."
They clasped hands briefly and then looked back at the other man. He nodded, looking pleased as he said, "Oh, good."
Huh?
Kurt's eyes widened as he watched the older man's cheeks darken as he stared at Mercedes, Kurt now recognizing the look. He hurried to inform the man: "Yes, my friend here is single but I'm very much spoken for," and he wiggled his ring finger at him, amused.
Mercedes stared at the two of them, wondering what she'd just missed and then smiled brightly at Kirin. "So, about the taxis; is there a company nearby we could sort of have on standby, just in case?"
Kirin cleared his throat as he looked at the attractive but clueless woman in front of him. "Yes, there's one that's pretty close. Five minutes at the most if you need to call any for those too sloshed to drive home."
That taken care of, they all stood, shook hands and Kirin escorted them out through the club and to the front door. He nodded in goodbye as they left, Kurt throwing a knowing little smile back at him.
Outside in the brighter light, Mercedes squinted back at Kurt curiously. "What was that little moment back there, white boy?"
She knew something had gone over her head but she didn't know what. Kurt looked at her with a little smile in his eyes as he zipped up the front of his jacket.
"Sweetie, let's just say 'there's none so blind as those who will not see'." And he strode away, knowing she was watching him puzzled before she scurried to join him.
"Okay, oh great wise one, what am I missing?" She huffed as his longer legs forced her to hurry.
"That tall drink of water was quite interested in the gorgeous Ms. Jones, I believe, but she was quite clueless." His light, musical voice wafted teasingly on the air. 'Cedes pouted at him in disbelief.
"He was not! You're just suffering from that thing where everyone in love wants everyone to be in love, too!" She was quite certain he was imagining things because the manager had seemed completely businesslike to her.
"Okay, Miss Know-It-All, we'll make a bet." He stuck his nose up in the air and sauntered along towards her car, stopping at the passenger side and waiting for her to unlock it.
"What, you're crazy! What kind of bet, mister?" She clicked her keychain and unlocked both doors simultaneously. They slid into the car and, as usual, she turned on the engine and heater together.
"Mmmm, let's see, if I'm wrong, and he's not interested, I take you on a shopping spree to New York." She gasped and turned to stare at her crazy, generous friend.
"And if you're right and I'm wrong, and he really is interested, what do I have do?" She watched Kurt's devious blue-green eyes as he squinted at her in thought.
"If I win, I get to take you with me back to Chiswick for a week, how's that?"
"Kurt Hummel, you nut! That's no way to set up a bet. Here's the deal, if I lose, I will treat you to a spa day over at Le Papillon over in Columbus."
Kurt looked at her with his fingers tapping his lips as if he were pondering the validity of the wager and then grinned at his friend. "Okay, it's a deal!"
She put the car in gear and moved off, checking her rear view mirror and inadvertently noticing that Kirin had come outside with a couple of boxes in his arms. Hmmm, the guy wasn't bad looking at all, with that tall, dark and handsome thing going on but, seriously, she didn't see the interest that Kurt was so certain about. Oh, well, she mused to herself as she hummed along to the music Kurt had chosen, they would both find out who was right come next Wednesday night.
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Dave watched Kurt waltz around the bedroom, his eyes following every movement of his lover's lithe body. He was pretty certain that Kurt was oblivious to the music coming from the entertainment center in the bedroom; no, his favorite fashionista was preoccupied with picking out the perfect outfit.
"Sweetie, what do you think of this one? Too much?" His eyes refocused from Kurt's pert derrière to the clothes being held out to him.
Dave bit his lips and with a slow movement, removed the clothes from Kurt's hands. His lover looked up at him, puzzled, but said nothing. Dave bent and placed his lips against the soft pink ones and waited. Kurt's eyes, after a few seconds of staring up at Dave's, closed.
They stood like this for seconds before Kurt's lips parted and Dave slipped his tongue into the hot, sweet mouth. Kurt hummed and pressed himself closer to his lover's larger body. He eased back from the kiss and looked up at David, a wondering expression on his face.
Dave said nothing and waited, knowing that within a few seconds, the music that was playing would register on his distracted lover. And it did.
"Oh, David," Kurt's eyes fluttered closed and he rested his head against the broad, warm chest. Roberta Flack's voice singing the immortal words of her most famous song* wafted on the quiet air and tears pricked his eyes.
Dave started rocking him gently, and within a second or two, Kurt started moving with him; they shuffled in place until they started dancing properly.
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love…
The first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time, my love…
The first time ever I saw your face, your face
Your face… your face…
As the words faded along with the music, Kurt looked up at David, his face radiant. He wasn't an expert on love or even on relationships but no one could tell him at this moment that this man wasn't meant for him. He smiled now at the golden eyes staring down at him.
"This was one of my favorite songs when I was little, y'know. I remember my mom playing it a lot," he sighed as he stretched up to kiss David, his lips lingering and soft.
Dave smiled into the kiss and straightened. "Yeah, I think that generation grew up with it. Truth is, I didn't even remember saving it on the 'pod. You were so busy with your clothes but when it started, I couldn't help but feel as if it was written for me to give to you…"
His words were interrupted by Kurt's lips again and this time the kiss deepened rapidly. He pulled the younger man closer to him and his whole body heated in a slow tide. Kissing Kurt made him feel as if the world narrowed down to just this one man in his arms. He never knew his body could hold this immensity of feeling and he groaned now as Kurt's hot tongue slid against his.
Kurt wrapped his arms around his lover's broad shoulders, his hand stroking the fine hair at the nape of the strong neck. He felt David's erection pressing into his stomach and he moaned, his own body tightening in anticipation. He wrenched his mouth away and rested his forehead against David's mouth for a few seconds as he caught his breath.
Suddenly, Dave swooped Kurt up into his arms and deposited him on the bed, his lips reattaching themselves immediately to Kurt's. One hand slid down the slender dancer's body, coming to a stop on Kurt's erection beneath the soft material of his pajamas. He kneaded the hot bulge and when Kurt's hips began their tantalizing movement, Dave straightened up to remove the constraining garment.
"Oh, sweetie, yes…" Kurt whispered as he was freed, the cool air of the bedroom pricking his skin into goose bumps. Dave ran a soothing, warming hand up the silky flesh of his legs as he devoured Kurt's mouth, his tongue plunging in unconscious imitation of what his cock would soon be doing.
Kurt's arms wreathed themselves around his lover's broad back as he pulled David fully down onto him, whining a bit as he realized that he was still wearing his boxers.
"Mmmf, off, get that off," Kurt muttered as he tried to talk and kiss at the same time. "Now!"
Dave chuckled at Kurt's impatience, his cock surging at the way the slender body writhed beneath his. "Soon, babe, soon, just let me do this…" and he reached over to the drawer of the bedside table for the lube and a condom.
"No, no condoms, sweetie," Kurt frowned at Dave who simply smiled; he loved Kurt's imperiousness especially in the bedroom. He shook his head this time, though.
"Hush, it will make clean up much easier as we've already showered," he kissed the pouting lips several times and when he felt Kurt relax in acquiescence, he deepened his exploration of the hot cavern.
Kurt groaned as David's tongue set up camp in his mouth; his hips were still pushing up in growing impatience, though. He decided to speed things up by wrapping his long, strong legs around David's hips and thrusting his erection up insistently against the other man's.
Dave broke away panting, his eyes gleaming in amusement at Kurt's antics. "Okay, okay, impatient much?" and nipped the plump, damp bottom lip.
Kurt smirked as he watched him ease off of him so he could remove the offending boxers. He loved David's cock; it was circumcised, thicker and longer than his and must have been designed just for Kurt's use because it was perfect. He grasped it now and pumped it just the way he knew his fiancé loved and grinned as David's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Uh, oh, Kurt, your hands are magic, fuck!" He lowered his head to watch Kurt's pale slender fingers as they wrapped around his huge cock, the color of their skin contrasting deliciously. He pushed his hips forward, effectively jerking himself off in Kurt's hand and groaned aloud.
Kurt stared up at him, his aquamarine eyes now a dark blue and he licked his lips before gritting out: "David, now!"
Dave quickly rolled the condom onto his straining cock, lunged towards Kurt and kissed the heck out of his impatient lover. Once again, Kurt's arms and legs came around the larger man and their cocks clashed in loving combat. Their loud groans mingled, ramping up their arousal and finally, Dave flipped open the lube one-handed.
One of Kurt's hands scrabbled around to grab the lube to squeeze some into David's waiting hand, the two working an intimate choreography that spoke of familiarity. Dave rubbed the viscous substance between his fingers, warming it a bit before applying it to Kurt's hungry pucker.
Kurt threw his head back and let loose a wanton moan that made Dave's cock twitch. God! The sounds Kurt made never failed to have him shuddering in desperate anticipation and now his fingers hurried through their scissoring motions. He straightened up onto his knees and added a generous amount of lube to his own condom-covered cock before raising Kurt's legs, the slender ankles coming to rest against his broad shoulders.
He breathed deep several times as he stared down at Kurt's flushed, writhing body and filled his lungs with as much oxygen as he could. He was going to need it.
His eyes coming to land on Kurt's wide, desperate orbs, he tried to smile but his desire to sink into the hot, waiting body stole it, turning it into a mere grimace.
"Ready," he gritted out as he grasped the base of his cock and the condom. At Kurt's rapid nods he lined himself up with the impossibly small, pink orifice, and slid forward, his eyelids slamming shut at the almost painful tightness. God, maybe I should have gone for four fingers, he berated himself.
He looked at Kurt for any sign of pain but his lover was looking at him with that look that made Dave feel like a god and he smiled properly this time. He paused as he felt his balls slide to a stop against Kurt's ass and he gasped, breathing deep, before withdrawing.
He slammed in the second time, startling a rather hoarse shout from his lover who nevertheless tightened his legs around David's shoulders before crying "yes!"
There ensued a titanic battle between them; their naturally competitive nature sometimes made their lovemaking into a passionate rutting that wrung them out in the end and often had them collapsed, laughing breathlessly.
Now was one such time and Kurt stared up at David with the determination deep in his eyes that he would make his big, handsome lover break before he did. Dave in turn was certain he could make his beautiful fiancé shatter in his arms before he himself was ready to finish and he smiled as he accepted his lover's silent challenge.
So they fucked and rutted, Dave pulling out of Kurt at one time, flipping him over onto his stomach before rejoining battle and slamming the smaller body into the mattress. Kurt gave as good as he got, pushing his ass back against David with a ferocity that sometimes stunned Dave.
He groaned now as Kurt's channel clenched and spasmed around his pulsing cock, closing his eyes and tightening his lips so as not to give away to Kurt how close he was to finishing. He wrapped his muscular arms around the slimmer waist and pulled Kurt back onto his lap, his cock pounding his lover's prostate without mercy.
"Shit!" Kurt screamed, his head falling forward on his long neck as Dave lunged up into him, and he grabbed his cock, forgetting everything now but the need to come. He fisted his cock, his hand moving so fast it almost blurred and finally, throwing his head back so that it landed on Dave's shoulder, screamed long and loud, pulsing over his fist and writhing, clenching on David's cock still buried deep.
"Kurt, oh my god, oh baby!" Dave cried as Kurt's luscious ass grasped his cock in a stranglehold and he came… and came… and came… his hips moving as if possessed. "Oh jesus, oh fuck, fuck… uhhhhhh."
He straightened up a bit so that Kurt had to catch himself with both hands braced on the bedspread but Dave didn't slide out of the tight body just yet. He simply held there, panting and breathing against Kurt's sweaty back and dropping little kisses in a mindless pattern on it.
His cock, still encased in his lover's tight heat, twitched again and – oh my god! – he felt himself hardening once more. He groaned against Kurt's skin, his breath fanning against the sweat and making Kurt shudder. The movement transmitted itself to Dave's still-eager cock and the larger man groaned pitifully.
"Oh, my god, the flesh is more than willing but the spirit is definitely weak, baby," he chuckled breathlessly before easing the greedy flesh from Kurt's body, grasping the filled condom carefully.
Kurt slid forward to lie, spent, on the counterpane, ignoring the fact he was lying half in the wet spot he'd created. He felt David return to the bed, and groaned when his lover rolled him so he could clean him up and roll the bedspread out of the way. He muttered his thanks and felt a warm hand caressing his ass. He raised an eyebrow and sent a jaundiced look at his smirking lover.
"You think you wore me out, don't you?" He lowered his head back to his pillow as David snuggled up behind him, pulling up the covers as he came.
"Uh huh, 'coz Big Boy here is ready for round two and you, sweet cheeks, are out for the count," he could barely get the ridiculous statement out without cracking up.
Kurt's outraged gasp was inevitable. "I beg your pardon? Out for the count! Well!" His perfect rendition of a Victorian miss was so funny, Dave couldn't hold back his laughter and rolled onto his back to hold his stomach. He was expecting Kurt to flounce out of the bed any second now with a "sir, you offend me!"
Kurt rolled onto his stomach to watch his lover cackling like a loon and grinned to himself. He really loved it when David let loose like this; he could almost see what he looked like maybe in college. He reached one hand to tenderly brush some damp hair from David's sweaty forehead as he waited for him to sober a bit. Finally, when he did, Kurt snuggled up to him, sure of his welcome, and rested his head on the slightly heaving chest.
"Mmmm," Kurt muttered as he played with the chest hair that continued to fascinate him. "I'm usually up to round two most nights but for some reason I feel a little more tired than normal."
Dave frowned as he caressed Kurt's back and sides, careful to keep his touch soft but firm so as not to tickle. He pondered his lover's words and felt a little niggle of worry sneak into the back of his mind but actively decided to ignore it.
Now he dropped a kiss on the soft hair brushing his chin. "Mmmm, maybe you should just hang around the house for a bit; maybe have Carole come over or, hey, what about having Mercedes over for the weekend? That way you'd have more time to catch up without her driving you back and forth, eh?"
Kurt was quiet for maybe a minute before he turned so that he could rest his chin on Dave's chest and smile up at him. "I'm glad I'm in love with such a smart man. Thank you, sweetie, that's a great idea."
Dave, surprisingly, colored a bit at Kurt's compliment but he simply smiled, pulled the slimmer man closer to him and kissed him.
"Hey, it's in my best interest to see that my favorite boy toy is all well and rested, y'know." He chuckled deeply as Kurt's beautiful eyes widened in mock outrage again. "That way I'm guaranteed a constant supply of second rounds."
The two lovers chuckled as Kurt snuggled down, his eyes drifting shut because he really was a bit worn out. The music from the stereo, soft but insistent, followed him down into sleep…
…A whole new world, every turn a surprise
With new horizons to pursue,
I'll chase them anywhere,
There's time to spare
Let me share this whole new world
With you…
Mmmm, his mind muttered sleepily, odd choice for a love song playlist… pretty, though – and he was out.
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TBC
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A/N 2: *Roberta Flack's most famous love song is, of course, 'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face', lyrics by Ewan McColl. 'A Whole New World' is by the great Alan Menken and Tim Rice.