The Storm: Reconciliation
Chapter Forty-One
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.
A/N: Kurt gets to play out a fantasy with David in this chapter, finally! Read and review, please, I live for this stuff. SPECIAL NOTE: Thanks bunches to all those who read and enjoyed 'Actions and Reactions' although it's Puck/Kurt and felt moved to review. It made my day, believe me!
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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Kurt sighed as the aroma of the massage oil and the masseuse's hands worked their magic on his body. His head was turned on the padded table so he could see Mercedes getting her own massage and smiled to himself. The last few days had been really relaxed but fun, even though David still hadn't made love with him.
He was seriously going to have to take matters into his own hands (and here giggled at his unintentional pun) if he was going to convince his overly-cautious fiancé that he was well enough for some loving.
Mercedes raised one eyelid and peered at her giggling friend. "What's up, baby boy? Getting light-headed?"
Kurt laughed aloud at that but told her it was just his perverted mind amusing him. "I have some plans to put in place to deal with a mother-hen of a fiancé, that's all."
The determination in his voice made Mercedes smile as she had an idea what he was on about. She could tell that her poor friend was horny and frustrated, having seen the way Dave handled him with kid gloves. Her best friend was a hell of a lot stronger than any old cold so she thought Dave had better watch his butt, literally and figuratively! And she giggled at her own pervy thoughts.
The two friends had been at the spa for quite a while now, deciding they would take the whole-day package (which was really only for five hours) that included a deluxe hydrating body wrap and a private shower followed by a relief-and-relaxation massage. In addition to those treatments, there was a deep cleanse facial followed by a paraffin mani-pedi. Lunch was also part of the package and Mercedes assured him that the food was fabulous. Healthy but really delicious, she assured him.
As the masseuses worked they talked about their recent night out and how he didn't get to reconnect with a whole lot of people but that had been okay. It wasn't as if he had been friends with a whole lot of people back in high school. He had just really wanted a night out in a club where there wouldn't be paparazzi that recognized him or David. Thank god for small-town Ohio, he thought cynically.
The night had been pretty fun though there had only been one somewhat awkward moment when, with Artie squeezed in beside her, Santana had pointed out Finn and Rachel's absence.
"Kurt," she had called across to the singer. "Where's 'Frankenteen' and Ms. Rachel 'Broadway-bound' Berry? Didn't they hear about this mini-reunion thing?"
Kurt had looked straight at the Latina who, unaware of the tension in him and David, waited as he said. "I think they were busy tonight. They have two young boys."
She simply nodded and moved on to the next subject, turning her attention to Mercedes and teasing her about the obvious interest the club's manager had been paying her.
"Someone has caught the attention of 'Mr. Tall, Dark and Hot', miss thang," and smirked at a blushing Mercedes. Kurt had joined in the teasing, letting them know that his radar for romance was working just fine.
Now as that was echoing in his mind, Mercedes suddenly looked over at him and said, her voice uncharacteristically tentative: "Uhm, so Sam and Ian left together, huh?"
Kurt nodded, a faint smile on is pink lips. "Oh ho, and did they! Wow, I can't believe all the time I've been teasing Ian about being so reticent, he almost inhaled poor Sam – and on the dance floor too."
Mercedes chuckled lightly; it wasn't that she was hurt or anything like that. She was just a little surprised because she hadn't really picked up on Sam's bisexuality. She looked at Kurt again.
"Did you know Sam was bisexual; and did you know I had a crush back on him in high school?"
Kurt quite naturally gave her his 'bitch, please!' look and rolled his eyes for good measure. "Baby, my gaydar was pinging like crazy but he is also kind of straight-acting. It's not a surprise that you didn't pick up on it, y'know. And yes, I knew about your crush but since you didn't say anything I didn't bring it up."
"Oh," she nodded once, "that's okay. He's just really gorgeous; I mean, look at those abs."
The two friends cackled happily as they went on to objectify the men in their lives, Puck's biceps getting a whole paragraph and Kurt blushing madly when she looked knowingly at him and said, "and Dave?"
Kurt placed his face again in the padded ring as the masseuse continued her prodding and pushing, manipulating his later-to-be-grateful muscle groups.
"Well, let's just say that he's bigger-than-average pretty much everywhere," and he suffered through his best friend's raucous laughter, turning cherry red and hoping he wasn't blotchy.
"God, Mercedes, control yourself, pervert!" He joined in the laughter though, grateful nevertheless that he had a hunk for a fiancé.
By the end of their five-hour package, the two friends were massaged, mani-pedied, creamed and fed to the point of lethargy. Which was the point of the whole exercise, they agreed, even as they dragged themselves to 'Cedes' car.
"So, doll-baby, what do you have planned for poor Dave tonight?" She chuckled at his sudden, wide-eyed look. "Oh, come, you know you are planning to throw down some serious loving on that poor man, don't deny it!"
As they drove towards Kurt's house which was less than 15 minutes from the hotel spa, he admitted that he was planning on a major seduction that night.
"I might even go the whole 'harem slave' route," he said, smugly. He laughed as she gasped, remembering when he'd told her years ago about his fantasy of being a harem slave and seducing his master. It didn't matter that he was pretty much the dominant in this relationship with David, it was his fantasy and he could be anyone he wanted to be.
"Whew, turn up the AC there, baby, I'm getting hot just trying NOT to picture that!" And they laughed like loons the whole way to the house and as she let him out she leaned towards his open door. "Baby boy, I'd say tell me about it later but I think I would spontaneously combust!"
They laughed again and Kurt, shutting the door, wished her a safe drive back home. She waved to him as she moved off down the driveway and Kurt headed into the house.
The house was pretty quiet and he figured David was in the office, of course, so Kurt headed there to get more kisses. After all, it had been hours since his morning quota and he was running on empty now. He giggled to himself as he headed down the hallway to their den, anticipating sneaking up on David.
As he approached the door, though, he could hear his fiancé's voice and it sounded as if he were talking on the phone. Kurt didn't mean to eavesdrop but his footsteps slowed and he eventually just stood outside the door, listening.
"Yes, I'll call his friend Mercedes, too… Yes, I want to tell him myself, just don't mention it, okay? Yes, Carole, it's a surprise. Uh huh, mmmhmm, yes, okay then, bye for now."
Kurt's curiosity had shot through the roof when he heard his stepmom's name. He knew David liked to pamper him so he knew it was some surprise he was arranging and a huge grin spread across his face now. He had to sober up though before he entered the room because he didn't want David to know that he had heard part of the conversation.
"Hey, anybody home?" He drew on all his acting skills to keep his face innocent and unsuspecting and he giggled to himself as David spun around, trying to set the phone down as if he hadn't just been using it.
"Hey, beautiful, had fun?" He moved over to envelope Kurt in a bear hug, his nose going to the juncture of neck and shoulder, inhaling his fiancé's delicious scent.
"Ooooh, David, that tickles!" Kurt laughed as David sniffed him loudly like he was a papa bear and Kurt his little cub. "Come on, you big lug, I want my kisses."
"Oh, is that all," Dave smirked down at him and then proceeded to attack the soft, luscious mouth raised invitingly to him. They both hummed simultaneously and Kurt slid his arms around David's shoulders, hitching himself up so David had to support him with his legs around his waist.
Dave walked with his armful over to the desk and set him down; at no time at all did their lips part and he licked and nipped and suckled to his heart's consent.
Kurt, with his long legs around David's hips, was in the perfect position to rub his growing bulge against his lover's and he moaned as David thrust against him. Dave tore his lips away and panted raggedly, wondering how they had gone from zero ('hi!') to 60 ('oh god!') in less than a minute.
Kurt gazed up at his flushed lover, biting a back a smug grin, and lowered his voice seductively. "I have been pampered by the lovely people at the spa, kneaded and greased to within an inch of my life. I have never been smoother. Wanna feel?"
His eyes were half-lidded but it was enough to see David gulp, the horny expression in his eyes intensifying and turning them gold.
Dave groaned at the temptation that was Kurt Hummel and wondered if it was okay now to make love to his fiancé – no, fuck him into the mattress, he was so hungry for him.
He pulled back reluctantly though, allowing Kurt's legs to slide down from his hips. "Uh, babe, I still have a couple of calls to make while it's still a decent hour in Europe," he smiled apologetically at Kurt, hoping he would understand.
Kurt, pursing his moist, pink lips, squinted at Dave for a few seconds. "I wonder if this is how the wives of doctors feel… Oh well, I guess it will give me more time to prepare."
He hopped down from the massive desk and, straightening his top, he sauntered to the door, putting an extra sway in his step, knowing that David's eyes were riveted to his ass. Wait for it…
"Uhm, 'more time to prepare?'" Dave winced at how tentative his voice came out as he watched the sexiest fiancé in the entire world stroll to the office door.
Kurt smirked to himself but wiped it off before glancing back at David over his shoulder, a sultry expression on his face. "Oh, I guess you will have to wait and see… 'Bye!"
He giggled as he heard David's frustrated growl behind him. He knew that the call to Europe probably had something to do with the surprise his lover was setting up for him so he wasn't too annoyed. It would give him extra time to set up his own surprise for his reluctant lover. He hummed happily to himself as he all but skipped up the stairs towards their suite. Oh yes, David Karofsky wouldn't know what had hit him when Kurt Hummel got going.
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Dave's heart beat a rapid tattoo in his chest as, nearly two hours later, he made his way up to his bedroom. When he reached the door he saw a little sticky note on it placed just at eye level.
'Take a bath as soon as you enter.'
Dave plucked the note from the door and frowned at it. Why a note? Where was Kurt?
Unbeknownst to him, Kurt had been using the phone in the kitchen to place a very special dinner order for them:
Grilled oysters topped with a light garlic sauce and a little Parmesan cheese and grilled over an oak fire; spicy, creamy hot crab dipserved with toasted pita bread; crisp potato skins topped with hickory bacon, shredded cheddar cheese and scallions and served with sour cream; shrimp cocktail consisting of jumbo sweet shrimp boiled, chilled and served with a zesty cocktail sauce and, finally, steamed mussels in a garlic and white wine sauce.
Dessert was simple: large succulent strawberries and chocolate sauce for dipping… and other things, if he were so inclined.
Kurt had called ahead to a restaurant he'd found in the shopper's guide in the kitchen (thank you, Dana!) and when they'd said they could deliver, Kurt had had to stifle his triumphant yell. After that he'd decided he would have the food arrive shortly after David had gone up to have his bath and there was a further note telling him to wait for Kurt to tell him when to come out of the tub.
In truth, Kurt had planned that while David was bathing, he would set up a table in their suite, arrange it with candles and set out the food. Then he would go and help him complete his ablutions and, if things heated up a bit in there, well, that's all to the good. Mission: Seduce David Karofsky was underway!
Kurt giggled to himself, happy that he'd ascertained that morning that the other guys would be out and about that day, doing their own thing, Puck with Devon and Ian with a very much smitten Sam. Those last two still had Kurt shaking his head. He'd thought that Ian was stoic and closed off; he couldn't believe that the two had come together without his, Kurt's, help.
Now, though, he had a romantic dinner to set up. He called the restaurant, whose maître d' assured him they would have the food there in 15 minutes and then he dashed up the stairs to make room for the food. He knew where the candles were so he'd already put them in the suite.
Just as he finished spreading a beautiful damask tablecloth on the little table, he heard the doorbell. He called out to David that he'd get it and dashed downstairs to let in the folks with the numerous food containers. They followed him upstairs and he watched as they laid out the covered platters and tiny covered bowls. The table was almost groaning under the weight of that much food and when they'd finished, he led them back downstairs after giving them a sizeable tip.
The last thing he had to do downstairs was retrieve a bottle of white wine from the fridge and grab two flutes to take upstairs with him. He hummed one of his favorite arias as he went, planning each stage of his seduction.
He placed the wine on the table and went to help David finish up in the bath, knowing that his fiancé would not have ignored his instructions. But first, he shrugged off the thick robe he had been wearing, put on the last bit of accessory and, throwing his shoulders back, strolled into the en suite.
Dave, who had just refreshed the water as it had been getting cool, relaxed as he wondered what his mischievous lover was up to. He had heard him out in the bedroom moving around and humming so Dave knew he was enjoying himself.
He looked up when he heard the bathroom door open and gasped, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. Kurt looked… amazing!
The singer was wearing what Dave could only describe as a costume: the beautiful body was almost naked but for a small open front sleeveless bolero jacket in a blue-green satin that rivaled Kurt's eyes for brilliance. Intricate gold beading ran around the edges of the short jacket that was open over Kurt's naked chest and just barely brushing his deep pink nipples. Dave swallowed convulsively as he tried to get a better look at those tempting little buds. His eyes dropped down the length of Kurt's torso to his navel where a small green jewel winked.
The pièce de résistance, though, was what Dave could only call a matching loincloth that hung low on Kurt's amazing hips. He knew Kurt had a dancer's body but he'd never appreciated that so much as now. The loincloth was held up by a belt made of flat, round beaten brass coins and Dave had no idea how the whole thing stayed on.
He shook his head in awe as he stared at the vision before him, not moving, not saying a word as Kurt stared back at him from kohl-rimmed eyes. Oh god, Dave thought, I'm dead because I must be in heaven.
Kurt smirked and Dave's eyes were immediately drawn to his lips that were pinker than usual. Kurt stalked towards him and fell to his knees beside the tub and Dave could only continue to gape.
"Kurt," he said weakly, his eyes roving over his lover's pale, gleaming, fragrant skin. "Wh-what…?"
Kurt lowered his eyes but looked up at him through his long, darkened lashes. His lips quirked at the corners before he answered his poor lover. "This is one of my fantasies, sweetie; you like?"
Dave swallowed again before he could answer, this time his voice only a little stronger. "Uh, yes!"
Kurt giggled as he took up the sponge and ran it over Dave's magnificent chest, Kurt's pink tongue poking out at one corner as he watched the water run down the soft, dark hair. He wasn't supposed to drag this part out but he really, really liked David's chest hair.
Dave watched the concentration on his lover's face and relaxed, realizing that just as he found Kurt's body fascinating, the feeling was more than reciprocated. A little shudder ran through him as Kurt's finger grazed one of his nipples and he looked up in time to see the little minx smirking at him.
"Don't let me drag you into this tub with me!" Dave warned his lover with a playful growl in his voice. Kurt gasped in fake outrage and poked him with one slender finger.
"Don't you dare, mister, or I'll make you regret it!" They both chuckled, knowing that was a pretty empty threat. Dave realized that his self-imposed celibacy was about to come to an end and he was curious as to what Kurt had in mind. The singer would not have gone to all this trouble only to deny him now.
"Okay, babe, I'll be good but you've got to let me out; I'm turning into a prune," and Kurt agreed, rising fluidly from his place to pick up the fluffy bath towel. He held it wide as David stepped out, his eyes running hungrily down the large, muscular, half-turned on body, staring at the cock bobbing between the sturdy thighs.
Dave smiled to himself as he realized what Kurt was looking at but he simply allowed himself to be dried off by his 'harem slave' and sighed in gratitude as he was dressed in a warm toweling robe.
Kurt took him by the hand with a soft little smile and led him into the bedroom, pausing just inside so David could see and admire his handiwork. He squeaked in surprise when he was suddenly hauled into a passionate embrace, Dave's mouth descending on his swiftly.
"Mmmmpf, sweetie, not yet!" Kurt straight-armed his horny fiancé, laughing at the puppy-dog look on his face. "Come on, this is my fantasy, let me do it right!"
Dave acquiesced reluctantly and allowed Kurt to drag him over and seat him at the table. The food really smelled fantastic and when his stomach emitted a little growl, Kurt smirked in triumph at him.
"I hope you like what I chose; it's all appetizers because, y'know, I'm to be the entrée," and laughed aloud at the way Dave swallowed and flushed. "For afters, there's strawberries and chocolate sauce."
He wiggled his eyebrows at David and sat in the chair beside him, taking up a napkin and spreading it across his lover's lap. He bit his lip when he saw the bulge there but he said nothing, just put his own napkin in his lap and then uncovered one of the dishes.
Dave allowed himself to be fed by his beautiful lover, not saying much vocally but allowing his eyes to say everything he wanted to.
Kurt blushed intermittently throughout the meal, especially when David would suck on his fingers, causing his own cock to twitch in anticipation. The room was quiet but for the music coming from the stereo, a mix of instrumental world beat tunes that were mostly heavy on drums and flutes. The ambiance was really sensual; the music, the scent of incense and the soft glow Kurt had achieved by the clichéd use of fuchsia scarves over the lamps.
The two lovers slowly sank into the atmosphere of slow seduction, one of Dave's large hands stroking up a bared thigh as Kurt concentrated on keeping their arousal on a low, slow burn. He took a deep breath at one point when it seemed David would actually slip his hand beneath the loincloth but his lover only teasingly stroked his leg before retreating. Hey, two can play the seduction game, y'know.
Finally, when nothing remained untouched but the dishes containing the fat, red strawberries and the smooth, dark chocolate, Kurt pushed back from the table but indicated Dave should remain. As he hurried to retrieve some wipes Dave's eyes drank in the sway of those seductive hips and the dimples visible just above the swell of his pert buttocks. He grabbed his erection and squeezed lightly, promising it silently that it would soon get its way.
Kurt came back quickly, knelt beside David's chair and took up one hand. Keeping his head lowered but occasionally glancing up at his lover from beneath his lashes, Kurt cleaned his hands and then rose to discard the used wipes.
Dave took a deep breath and waited for Kurt to tell him what he wanted him to do next. The meal had been absolutely delicious and he took a final sip of the wine as he waited on Kurt.
Kurt stepped back over to David and took his hand again, this time leading him over to the huge bed. Dave blinked as he realized the four posters were now festooned with a gauzy white fabric that gave the bed the illusion of sensual privacy.
Kurt sat him down on the edge of the bed and once more kneeled at his feet, sitting back on his heels and waited. He stared up at David, allowing his lover to appreciate the atmosphere some more and Kurt's own magnificence and then he straightened up, still kneeling and ran both soft hands up David's quivering thighs.
Kurt lowered his lips to first one leg and then the other, allowing the moistness of his lips to leave a trail that when he leaned back, cooled in the air. He watched as a shudder ran through David's large body and smiled his mysterious little smile. His slender hands parted the terry robe, Dave's eager cock springing forth and lowered his soft lips to just kiss the head. Dave gasped, closed his eyes and tried picturing his cock being deluged by ice cubes.
Kurt, suppressing a chuckle at Dave's obvious difficulties, got to his feet and indicated with a gesture that David should move to lie fully on the bed. When he complied, Kurt climbed up to straddle him, the movement of his loincloth leaving no doubt that he was naked beneath it.
Dave groaned piteously when Kurt settled his weight onto him, their groins coming into delicious contact. Kurt closed his eyes and, with his hands resting lightly on David's hips, started to move to the music.
Dave couldn't believe it: Kurt was actually giving him a lap dance as he laid there! He couldn't help himself; he surged up, grabbing Kurt's hips and pulled him down into a deep, wet, driving kiss, his tongue plunging in to taste every bit of his lover's succulent mouth.
Kurt's arms went around David's neck of their own volition because he'd actually planned this part and he'd wanted to drive David crazy with his little dance. He, too, couldn't resist his sweet lover who, from the way he was kissing him, couldn't get enough of him, either.
They battled for control of the kiss and when Kurt won, nipping at David's bottom lip and moaning into the kiss, Dave happily let him take control. After all, this was Kurt's fantasy.
Eventually Kurt released him, pushing gently on the large shoulders so Dave could lie back against the pillows. He rubbed their groins together again, resuming the interrupted dance and, to up the sensuality factor, he added a partial strip tease. As his shoulders moved slowly to the sexy souk music, he shrugged out of the gorgeous jacket, allowing the garment to slip down off his shoulders and down his long, toned arms in a slow glide.
His hips continued their tantalizing movement and it was all Dave could do to keep his hands at his side and not grab the little incubus again.
Kurt smirked at his tormented lover and laughed when Dave gritted out, 'tease!' Kurt wagged a finger at him, shaking his head, and retorted: "it's only teasing if I don't intend to follow through!"
Dave resolved to let Kurt take this seduction at his own pace, loving the fact that Kurt seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. The beauty of his lover's body and movements was absolutely breathtaking and though he just wanted to sink into that luscious body right now, he also wanted to see what Kurt would do next.
Kurt, understanding much of what was going through David's mind, simply ran his hand tauntingly over and down his own body, his hips writhing and simulating the sex act every now and then, chuckling inwardly whenever David had to close his eyes and grit his teeth.
Suddenly, his hands plunged beneath David's robe and grasped the twitching cock therein, the large man gasping in surprise. Kurt smirked as he squeezed and tugged the eager cock, his own mouth watering as he slowed the movements of his hands.
"Oh, David, you have no idea how much I've missed you…" he whispered, licking his lips as he stared at the ruddy organ in his grasp. Dave groaned and thrust up into the soft hands.
"Kurt, please…" he begged, his hips thrusting up and lifting Kurt a bit as he did. Kurt licked his lips and then, making up his mind, slid back down David's legs to lie flat between them. Dave sighed in relief as Kurt's hot mouth descended on him and he started to suckle him.
"Yes, oh god, yes, Kurt!" Dave shouted his appreciation for Kurt putting him somewhat out of his misery. To make him really happy Kurt would have to allow him into another part of his body but he would take what he could get for now.
Kurt chuckled and then gasped when the vibrations from his throat made David thrust up involuntarily. Thank god for a lack of gag reflex, Kurt mused, his mouth sinking further down around the large cock.
Dave so wanted to grab Kurt's hair but he knew he would never hear the end of it. He threw his head back as Kurt deep-throated him and he tried to hold back on his groaning.
"Oh, baby, that's so good… ugh, what the hell? Kurt!" Dave's head flew up as he watched Kurt sit up and wipe delicately at his mouth. He subsided though when he saw his lover reach for the lube, squeeze some into his hands and turn back to him.
His impatient organ quivered in Kurt's hands as he slicked it up, the singer smiling at David's louder breathing. Kurt didn't show by his movements or expression, though, that he was about to put the trembling man out of his misery. He'd already lubed and prepped himself so he was more than ready for the big guy.
He smirked at David as he climbed up his body again, coming to sit on his lap once more. Writhing on his larger lover, he finally settled himself with his butt against David's cock, teasing the man and himself with his movements.
Once more David's large hands came up to grasp Kurt's hips, his fingers half on the coin belt and Kurt sighed as he sank gradually onto the hot, pulsing cock. The long, slow glide seriously tested both their control and Kurt shuddered and gasped as his ass clamped down on the invading length.
Adjusting his position so that David's cock would rub against his prostate at every downward pass, Kurt threw his head back as he rode his lover, his head thrown back and eyes closed. The fabric of his loincloth was growing steadily damper with his own pre-come and turning translucent. He knew David's eyes were riveted to the cloth, no doubt torn between a desire to keep holding his hips and grab his cock.
The two men moaned, groaned and sighed as Kurt fucked himself on Dave's cock, his movements speeding up because the foreplay had lasted so long. Forgotten were the music, the incense, the gauzy curtains and the sexy costume; the only thing now was to bring as much pleasure to each other as they could.
Dave surged up once more, sliding his hands beneath the loincloth in the back and grasping Kurt's ass. The movement snugged his cock deeper into Kurt's body and the singer cried out hoarsely, his head falling back to expose his creamy throat. Dave took the opportunity to kiss and nibble up the long neck before sliding his mouth down to suck and nibble on the pert deep pink nipples.
Kurt grabbed David's head as he cried out, holding him in place against his chest as his lover suckled him, a line of fire seeming to go straight to his cock as he felt David's teeth graze the sensitive buds.
"Oh, god, sweetie, oh yes, oh yes…" he groaned, his hips moving rapidly as the thick cock fucked up into him. "Ohhhhh!"
Dave leaned back as his hands fondled the luscious ass beneath the cloth, squeezing it around his dick, his eyes closing at the mind-blowing sensation.
"I want to fuck you forever, baby, oh fuck, you're so hot, yes, let me fuck you…" Dave cried out, lost in the sensation of Kurt's hot, gripping channel.
Kurt groaned as he listened to David's babbling, knowing the man was close to coming. He too, was approaching the edge, the long climb to climax making his pale body gleam with sweat. He cried out aloud as one particularly hard plunge stabbed the hot cock against his prostate and he seized, his body going rigid as, without further warning, his own cock erupted. Hot cream soaked the blue-green fabric as Kurt keened into the night air.
Dave cried out, triumphant, as Kurt came and he continued to jerk up into his lover's hot body, his own orgasm barreling relentlessly through him before he ejaculated inside of Kurt's clenching ass. He clutched the writhing body to him, his head burying itself in Kurt's chest as he gasped like a thoroughbred past the finish line.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Kurt, baby, ugh, damn, that was _ that was… uhhhh," Dave couldn't even finish the sentence, Kurt just as breathless, his hands clutching David's head to him.
Kurt kissed him all over his face, slow, soft little kisses that helped Dave's body to slow down as his chest heaved.
"I love you/I love you," they spoke at the same time and Kurt chuckled tiredly, unwilling to admit that this little session had taken more out of him than he'd thought it would.
Dave's big hands rubbed soothingly up Kurt's back and when his softened cock slipped out of the tight ass, he groaned, wincing because his cock was over sensitized. He smiled though at the sight of his lover's face; the kohl had smudged a bit beneath his brilliant eyes but it only served to make him look even sexier in his dishevelment.
Dave leaned back against the pillows, taking Kurt with him and he sighed as his lover snuggled down into his chest. Kurt tried to stifle a yawn but he lost that battle, huffing as he felt Dave's chuckle more than heard it.
Dave nuzzled the tousled dark hair beneath his chin, a feeling of welcome lethargy stealing over him. He nudged Kurt now though and smiled down into the sated face he turned towards him.
"I thought someone promised me strawberries and chocolate sauce, hmmm?" He burst out laughing at the little pout that appeared on that tempting mouth.
Kurt straightened up, wincing at the feel of Dave's come leaking from him and his own come-soaked loin-cloth. "Okay, my lord and master, just lie here. I'll clean us up and then feed you, okay?"
Dave smiled at his fiancé and watched avidly as that sexy ass rolled beneath the loincloth when Kurt strutted away from him towards the bathroom. Kurt returned with warm, wet washcloths and cleaned him up languidly, taking the opportunity to drop a quick kiss on Dave's now-clean and fragrant cock.
As he walked away, though, Dave realized he could hear a soft little tinkling sound that he had heard before but had thought was part of the music. He looked around for the source but it was when Kurt returned, clean and naked from the bathroom that he realized he was wearing one other piece of jewelry.
Dave sat up and stared at Kurt's elegant feet as he went to retrieve the bowls of strawberries and chocolate sauce.
"Kurt, what's that on your ankle?" He had an idea what it was but in the low lighting in their bedroom, he wasn't completely sure.
Kurt came back, Dave's eyes taking in the sensuous movement of his hips and beautiful thighs, and climbed on the bed before answering, seating himself comfortably as he set the containers down. He then stretched out one long, smooth leg towards David before smirking up at him.
"Remember this? I really loved it, though I didn't tell you that I'd kept it," he admitted, admiring the gleam of the platinum bracelet's little musical instruments against his skin.
Dave stroked the smooth-skinned foot as he stared down at the charm bracelet he'd had made for Kurt quite some time ago. He remembered that he'd left it in the guest bedroom where Kurt had been staying at his island estate but because Kurt had said nothing, he'd assumed the temperamental singer had left it behind.
"Oh," he said, feeling at a loss for words. "Uhm, I'm glad you kept it." He felt his cheeks warm as Kurt stared at him.
Kurt dropped his eyes to the strawberries and, selecting one particularly fat one, dipped it into the silky dark sauce. He tapped it on the edge to catch any drips and held it towards David, his eyes soft as he watched the other man.
Dave leaned forward, his eyes riveted on Kurt's and bit into the succulent fruit. As the juices burst over his tongue and mingled with the chocolate, he pulled Kurt carefully towards him so as not to jostle the containers. His mouth sealed itself to Kurt's and they shared the delicious dessert in this fashion.
Kurt moaned at the combination of strawberry, chocolate sauce and David, his eyes closing as his heart swelled. He pulled back slowly, chewing and swallowing before his tongue came out to flick at his lips.
"I think I started falling for you even before I left the island," Kurt confessed in a small voice. He looked up into David's soft, golden eyes and smiled soft and sweet. "You were not what I was building you up to be in my mind and… you fascinated me."
Dave smiled at him as he took a strawberry, dipped it into the sauce and held it towards his lover. "But you fought it, didn't you."
Kurt bit the juicy fruit and licked at the sauce that escaped onto his lips. He nodded as he watched David eat the rest of the berry. "Yes, tooth and nail, actually. I resented that I was falling in love and had no control over it."
Dave grinned, a smug expression creeping onto his face and making Kurt roll his eyes. "That's good to know, because I had no control at all when I first saw you, singing that night on that huge stage. You were so beautiful, so talented; I had no choice but to love you."
Tears sprang to Kurt's eyes and he swallowed as he lowered his head, not wanting David to see. A large hand slid beneath his chin and raised his face, his shimmering aquamarine eyes caught on the love and devotion glowing from David's.
"Kurt, you are the most beautiful person I know. I will never regret loving you, loving your talent, your gorgeous body, your generous nature. You are perfect to me," his voice quavered as it lowered to a whisper by the end of his declaration.
"Thank you, thank you…" and Kurt's lips were against his, the two kissing soft and slow as if they hadn't just ridden each other to a shuddering climax. "I love you," he whispered against David's mouth.
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TBC
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A/N 2: I had a lot of fun coming up with the 'harem slave' fantasy for Kurt and now my pervy little mind is trying to inveigle me into writing a fic centered on that. Hmmmm, I wonder… Anyway, folks, please review and let me know if you're all still enjoying this or if it's taking too long to conclude. I appreciate any and all comments and constructive criticisms.