The Storm: Safe Harbor
Chapter Fifty
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 1: Thank you all so much for your compliments and reviews as you share the boys' journey with me. Thank you also to the reviewer who helped me with the French, of which I know next to nothing. Please, keep reading and enjoying and, as always, constructive criticism is welcome, too.
Disclaimer: Messrs. Ryan, Falchuk, et al are the owners of my favorite boys. Only the OCs and situations belong to me, alas.
Kurt stepped out onto his balcony and breathed deeply of the warm, salty air. He turned his face up to the sun and closed his eyes, smiling as he felt David come up behind him. His lover's long, strong arms wrapped him up and he leaned back into them, his head falling back to rest on the broad shoulder.
"Happy?" Dave murmured into the pink shell of Kurt's ear, and nuzzled his nose into the sweet-smelling neck. He felt Kurt's firm buttocks rub insistently against him and he hardened in reaction, groaning low and tightening his arms around the slender waist.
"Always, sweetie, you know that," Kurt answered, a smile in the soft voice. He had felt every tense muscle loosen as he'd stepped into the suite, the elegant setting coupled with the beautiful view doing wonders to soothe him. It wasn't that he was anxious about anything; traveling for hours and then the excitement and wonder of seeing the beautiful Basque-style villa all managed to tire him a bit.
He turned now in Dave's arms and pressed his full lips against the firmer ones. "This is so beautiful, David, I can't thank you enough," his eyes sparkled up at the golden ones gazing down at him.
Dave was more interested in tasting more of the elusive lips than in talking and chased them until Kurt opened for his questing tongue. Kurt turned in his arms and slid his own around his neck and he pulled the sexy body closer in to his.
Kurt moaned as the kiss deepened and he ground his hardening erection against David's. Making love was his number one favourite pastime and with someone he loved it escalated to heavenly. He threw his head back, exposing his throat to David's hungry mouth, a deep groan from the older man vibrating against his neck.
"Kurt, god, you make me so hot, I feel as if I can't get enough," Dave muttered against the warm, smooth skin, his grip tightening on Kurt's perfect ass. He smiled when he felt Kurt's breath catch and the singer lifted one foot to rub against his calf. Maybe it would be better to take this to the bed, he thought muzzily, Kurt's suckling little kisses on his skin making him dizzy.
The two men stumbled towards the huge bed, falling onto the thick, colourful cotton bedspread, Kurt's legs coming up to wrap around Dave's hips. They kissed voraciously as if they hadn't been together in the longest time, their hands roaming and soft little sounds escaping. Dave eased up enough to start fumbling with the waist of Kurt's jeans, his lover's writhing hips making the move difficult.
"Yes, oh David, touch me, yes!" Kurt whispered directly into David's ear, grinning when he felt the man shudder above him. He knew he wasn't making it any easier to get them out of their clothes but he reveled in the power he had over his handsome lover. Just as David managed to fumble the zipper of the tight pants down…
"Whatcha doing?"
The sound of the high, piping little voice so close to their heads made the two men jerk around in shock.
Standing less than a foot from them, Sean stared curiously at them while turning a little truck over and over in his hands.
He tilted his head as the two men continued to stare, frozen, at him. "Are you fighting, Unca Davey?"
Dave unfroze as he gaped at the child, scrambling quickly off of Kurt even as his eyes darted to the door that, yes, was standing ajar. He mentally kicked himself as he realized he'd forgotten to lock it; he'd only come up to check on Kurt's whereabouts after lunch. It wasn't his fault he'd become distracted…
"Er, no, sweetie, we weren't fighting at all!" Kurt's light, sweet voice assured the curious child even as he hurried to zip himself up and straighten his top. He slid off the bed now and came around it to bend down to the little boy who was looking about intently, his interest obviously having moved on.
Dave cleared his throat as he surreptitiously adjusted his deflating erection, thankful that Kurt was able to gather himself so quickly. He knew his own face was still a little flushed so he turned to the balcony before asking in a deliberately cheerful voice: "Where are your parents, Sean?"
Sean came over to stand with him out on the balcony and pointed towards where you could just barely see a part of the little cottage.
"They're putting stuff in our house. I'm with Grandma Carole!"
Just then a frazzled-looking Carole appeared at the bedroom door. "Oh, there you are! Young man, you are not to run away from your grandmother!"
She huffed as she looked apologetically at Kurt who only smiled in understanding. "I'm sorry, Kurt; I just turned around for a minute, turned back and the little scamp was dashing up the stairs."
Kurt chuckled, going over to her. "That's okay; at least he came upstairs instead of going exploring out there on his own."
A faintly horrified look came over her face and she fanned herself briskly. "Goodness, yes, that's true! Sean, get over here!"
The little boy dropped his head, his face assuming a melodramatic Rachel Berry 'sad face' and Kurt grinned to himself. This kid had definitely inherited his hammy technique from his mother, he thought, watching as he turned big, melancholy brown eyes up at his grandmother.
Carole was having none of it. "That's not going to work with me, mister. Let's go; say bye-bye to your uncles."
Kurt piped up now: "Oh, we're coming downstairs, too, aren't we, David. Daylight's burning, y'know!"
Carole grinned at the excited look on his fair face and then glanced at Dave, sure she saw a faint look of disappointment flicker in his eyes. Now she smirked as she realized what young Sean had probably interrupted but Kurt was already moving towards the door, a grinning Sean smiling up at him.
The group made their way downstairs, meeting Burt just emerging from the ground floor king suite. "Oh, I wondered where everyone had disappeared to…" he said, his cap firmly fixed on his head.
Carole slid her hand through his arm, smiling softly at his relaxed look. "Are you going somewhere, dear?"
Burt nodded as he told them: "Yeah, some of us guys are going to check out the boat Puck said was available for fishing."
Carole rolled her eyes as she turned to smile at Dave and Kurt. "Are you boys going, too?"
Kurt shook his head. "No, I think I'll check out what else there is, maybe the sightseeing options; I don't really know yet."
Dave nodded his head. "I can go with you guys, Burt; plus, I want to talk to Boulanger about renting vehicles."
They headed outside, Mercedes just coming up the path from the little cottage. She grinned when she saw the group and Sean ran over to her to get a lift up into her arms.
"Hey, sweetie, your mom was wondering where you were."
Sean smiled back at her before turning his head towards Dave and Kurt. "I was with grandma but I wanted to see Unca Davey. He was fighting Unca Kurt on the bed!"
Mercedes burst out laughing and was thankful for her dark skin; the colour bloomed fit to rival the flowers on the faces of the other four adults. Carole choked back a burst of laughter and turned her head so she didn't have to see Dave and Kurt's embarrassed expressions.
Burt removed his cap, scratched his head, shook it and then replaced the cap. He wasn't as red as the others but he stared down at young Sean and said, his voice stern. "Chappie, what have I said about knocking?"
Sean's lower lip poked out but he looked mutinous. "I did! The door just opened!" His lip was beginning to tremble; this was his second scolding and he hadn't even done anything.
Kurt, despite the flush on his cheeks, was smiling at the little boy. "Don't worry, sweetie, but the next time, you have to wait until someone says 'Co-ome!'"
He said the last bit in such a comically high, sing-song tone that the little boy burst out laughing, his unhappiness disappearing like mist. The others chuckled too and soon all attention was once more on discussing what everyone planned to do with themselves that afternoon.
Their first afternoon in this paradise had to be spent outdoors, was the consensus. Kurt and Mercedes decided to check out the beach house while Carole headed to the little cottage with Sean, and Burt and Dave went to join Puck, Ian and Devon. Rachel and Finn were with Lije in the cottage. The baby had fallen asleep after lunch and they, too, planned on taking the time to have a nap.
When Dave took his leave of Kurt, he couldn't help but sneak a last kiss as the group separated to their various destinations. Mercedes had moved ahead down the steps leading to the beach house and the long stretch of sand so the guys had a brief moment in which to indulge.
Dave sucked on Kurt's tongue, knowing that it would cause his lover to harden and then he eased up to nip and nibble on the plump pink lips. When he released Kurt he looked satisfied at the slightly dazed look in the beautiful aquamarine eyes.
"See you in a little while, beautiful," Dave then muttered against Kurt's neck, sucking a tiny hickey there, marking the singer as his.
Kurt shuddered and glanced back over his shoulder to see where Mercedes was. He turned back to David and placed one swift, hard kiss on the smirking hips. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing, mister!" His hand went up to touch the small, tender bruise.
Dave looked unrepentant. "Mine…" he murmured, his golden eyes darkening to amber.
Kurt shuddered, his own pupils widening at the alpha-male display that Dave so rarely indulged in. "Yes," he breathed, biting his bottom lip as Dave stared at him possessively.
With an abrupt nod, Dave turned away to join the other men, striding away as he wondered just what had come over him. Deep down he knew that seeing that Cooper Anderson fellow look at Kurt as if he could just eat him up right there had angered him on a profound level. Intellectually he knew Kurt was not a thing to possess but he'd never felt this way about anyone before and losing Kurt was just not an option.
He pulled his urbane mask back on as he joined the others, listening and nodding when Puck made his suggestions and they all moved off.
Kurt stood for a minute watching his fiancé stride away, his heart fluttering a little, and wondered what in heck was going through that man's head. Eventually he smiled, touched his swollen lip and went to join Mercedes.
She was waiting just a few steps down with her back to him, ostensibly to give him and Dave some privacy at the top of the path but she turned when she heard Kurt's footsteps.
Kurt shook his head at her when he spied her knowing grin. "Please, don't you start now."
She chuckled. "Who, me? Why would I comment on Dave feeling the need to 'mark his territory'," her shiny dark eyes staring pointedly at the hickey blooming on Kurt's fair skin.
Kurt frowned in confusion. "I know, right? He's been a little more intense since New York…" he muttered as they continued down the stone steps towards the large wooden structure that was the beach house.
Mercedes jerked her head towards him and then her eyes widened. "Oh, right, New York... Well, sweetie, I now know why Dave's been a little more territorial!"
Kurt's footsteps faltered but he continued, simply gazing at her enquiringly. "What – how would you know why?"
Reaching the sandy beach, Mercedes turned to wait for him to come up beside her and they continued toward the house. The beach was wide and fairly flat, the calm, shallow aquamarine water turning a darker azure the farther out they looked. It was really lovely and, best of all, it was private.
She looked over at her clueless friend and smiled softly. "Kurt, I don't think you realize how you affect people."
He stopped to look at her, his eyebrows furrowing now in downright confusion. "'Cedes, what are you talking about?"
She chuckled as she turned towards the house, drawing closer to see the wide windows with their bamboo blinds and a long terrace along the front. There were steps going up to it from the sandy beach at the top of which a sturdy door stood slightly ajar.
Pushing the door open and entering first, she turned back to look at him and ask one question:
"Boo, who is Cooper Anderson?"
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That evening found family and friends relaxing after a meal catered by the four-star hotel that was almost next door. Kurt had giggled when he'd discovered that, realizing it was probably one of the reasons David had chosen this beautiful spot. He was used to wealth and convenience – what was more convenient than having a hotel cater your meals on your own private property.
The food was regional French cuisine which most of them had never had before but they were happy to try it. They were not disappointed; France wasn't noted for some of the best food in the world for nothing.
The region in which they were currently vacationing, Aquitaine, had its own distinctive cuisine. They started with what was definitely an acquired taste – caviar from Gironde and then moved on to oysters from the nearby bay. Along with that they were served wafer-thin slices of Bayonne ham that is aged for 12 months, paired with Agen melon. Dave encouraged them also to try the lovely fresh foie gras fried with apple. Kurt had had foie gras before but never done like this, and he licked his fingers unashamedly.
The entrées were a mix of regional soups and stews. They were served a thick cabbage soup called garbure that is cooked with beans, salted meats and goose conserve. It was so hearty that it almost made them too full for the dessert course. Another dish they tried was the typical Béarn dish – poule au pot, or chicken stew, that both Sean and Lije seemed to enjoy.
They skipped the cheese course and went straight to dessert, a few smirking little looks being directed towards Kurt but the servers moved around efficiently and in no time they were humming and licking their lips, too. The gateau Basque is a sturdy, fairly dry cake that nevertheless hides a delicious filling, in this case, black cherry jam. The hotel's chef had included rich clotted sweet cream to serve, a departure from the traditional way the cake is served but undeniably appreciated by the mostly foreign clientele.
Kurt and Carole grinned at each other between mouthfuls and everyone declared the cake a hit. It wasn't as sophisticated in appearance as some other cakes but it more than made up for that in taste.
The coffee and brandy course was almost too much but, since they were on holiday, almost everyone indulged without guilt. Everyone had a glass of Armagnac with the aromatic, rich coffee and settled into the huge family room to chat until bedtime.
Mercedes glanced over at her friend and his handsome fiancé as she sipped from the delicate brandy snifter. Her mind drifted to the conversation she had had with him earlier that day in the beach house. She had been surprised at how unaware Kurt had seemed as he'd spoken lightly of Cooper Anderson and his brother, Blaine, whom he'd met during his time at Juilliard.
From what she had gathered from listening between the lines, Kurt had been closer with Blaine, the younger of the Andersons, getting on like a house on fire almost from the moment they'd met. Blaine was also gay but Cooper, older by some eight years, was supposedly straight. She'd raised an eyebrow when Kurt had thrown that out casually while they'd examined the spacious beach house.
The place was large enough to accommodate several daybeds, a couple of couches and armchairs and a table or two scattered about. It was pretty rustic and she realized that it was perfect for sheltering from sudden squalls or for kids to take a nap if you didn't want to drag them all the way up to the villa or cottage.
Outside there was a fire pit that they were definitely going to use one evening for a barbecue, she decided as she listened to Kurt chatter away happily. Tuning back in, she'd realized he was talking about a few times when he'd visited the Andersons who apparently came from old money. Her attention piqued, though, when Kurt had mentioned one particular weekend when he had accompanied Blaine to the family's Hamptons spread and Blaine had had to leave for a day on family business.
"Cooper was really nice to me, 'Cedes; I don't know why he and Blaine had been on the outs for a while, but they got on well enough whenever I visited."
He had flung himself down on a bean bag chair he'd discovered behind one of the beds, and smiled as he lounged back. His long legs, encased in the tight white jeans he favoured, were crossed in his signature pose and Mercedes looked at him with a little smirk.
"Did you ever ask Blaine why they'd been on the outs?" She'd taken a seat on the daybed nearest him and relaxed against the cushions.
"Yeah, I did," Kurt's brow had furrowed as he apparently thought back to that time. "He'd seemed a little upset when he was talking about it, strangely. All he would say was that Coop wasn't all he appeared to be."
They'd sat quietly for a while and then she'd rolled over onto her stomach and rested her chin on one hand to stare at her contemplative friend. She'd then continued with her theory as to why she thought Dave had been jealous.
"Well, what I got from that little meeting outside the Sondheim is that Dave was feeling pretty territorial." She'd stared seriously at Kurt, willing him to see that she wasn't kidding about this.
Kurt's eyebrows were now up almost at his hairline, one hank of hair flopping down onto his wide forehead. "What? Why? Coop wasn't flirting or anything! I would have noticed."
She'd huffed cynically at him, showing how much she believed that statement! "Kurt, you are so in love with David, you don't see anything else, trust me!"
He'd looked a little annoyed at her insistence on what to him was a ridiculous notion. "I tell you, 'Cedes, my gaydar would have gone off – and it didn't!"
"That's because it's been compromised, boo, you just can't see anything but that hunk you'll be marrying in a few months' time."
Kurt had straightened up suddenly, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. "Oh, my, 'Cedes, a few months'… Oh god, it's just hit me!" His breathing was startlingly loud in the large, quiet room.
She'd sat up, too, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her heartbeat speeding up at the scared look on his face. "Oh no, white boy, now is not the time for a panic attack! Here, lean over, head between your legs!"
Kurt leaned forward, doing what she said, and wrapped his arms around his knees. Within a minute or so he straightened up, colour returning to his face. "Shit, it just hit me, y'know?"
She'd tilted her head as she studied her boy's face, the eyes still a bit wide but the panicked look fading slowly. "What exactly just hit you, sweetie? You've known you loved him; you even proposed, for crying out loud!"
He shook his head and brushed back the annoyingly disobedient hair flopping about. "No, I know all that; it's just that, oh my god, I've never lived with anyone before and I'm not the easiest person. And, what if I want to continue performing – the company tours the world! David mightn't like that… oh god, what am I going to do."
"Okay, okay, calm down, none of this is insurmountable, okay? First, have you spoken about all of that? No? What the heck are you waiting on?"
He'd cringed a bit and grimaced before muttering: "I don't want anything to spoil what we have, that's all. Suppose he wants to have the children right away; how do I do that and still tour? Oh, 'Cedes, I like things how they are now but I really do want to marry him. I love him 'til I'm stupid," he whispered as he lowered his head.
She watched the long dark lashes against his pale cheeks and felt her heart go out to him. She had no idea what it would be like to take such a huge step as marriage. She patted the bed beside her. "Come up here, boo."
He heaved himself up from the bean bag and sat beside her, her arm going around him and his head coming to rest on her sturdy shoulder.
They sat for a little while like that, Kurt taking comfort from having his best friend with him although she couldn't allay his fears. Just having her there so that he could air his concerns was helpful.
Gradually, they'd become aware of faint voices as if people were trudging along the beach and they straightened up, Kurt moving to look out of one of the large windows. He grinned as he saw some of the men coming towards the beach house.
"It's Dave, Ian and Dad; they're probably coming to check out this place," he grinned as he moved to open the sturdy door, stepping back as his dad came up the few steps first.
"Well, this isn't bad at all, kiddo," Burt said as he looked around the large room. He moved over to one of the other windows, pulling the cord to raise the bamboo blinds and tying it so that more light flooded into the space.
Puck and then Dave had come in, looking around interestedly. Dave came over and slid an arm around Kurt's waist, smiling as the slender singer leaned against him.
They all moved outside after a while, the men chatting about what they'd discovered in their explorations and they made their way slowly back up to the house.
Walking back up to the villa, everyone had decided almost simultaneously that they would have naps, or a downtime, as Kurt called it, before gathering for dinner. She'd gone up to her room, still pondering the little chat she and Kurt had just had and hoping he would soon talk to Dave about his fears.
Now, hours later, she sat with the others, lounging about the family room after that fantastic repast provided by the hotel, discussing what they wanted to do and see the next day. Carole had suggested that it would be good to just take each day as it comes, see what they felt up to doing and just go with it. That was the perfect holiday attitude, Devon told her, and everyone nodded in agreement.
Soon, Rachel and Finn had to take their leave, heading out to the pretty little cottage to settle the kids into bed.
Kurt got one last hug and kiss from a drowsy Lije and he felt his heartstrings tug as the little boy was lifted back into Rachel's arms. He didn't know how he was going to feel when the holiday came to an end but once again he reprimanded himself: one day at a time, Kurt; live in the moment, whydon'tcha?
The others sat around, digesting that huge meal and commenting on the beauty of their location. Puck, having spent the most time perusing the brochure, was a fount of local knowledge.
"Guys, sailing is one of the main pastimes and this tidal bay is perfect for both beginners and expert sailors. Whaddaya say?" He looked around and Burt and Carole nodded, obviously interested.
"All riiiight! Also, we're on the Atlantic coast here so, apart from this bay that's pretty tame, farther up we can get in some surfing."
"Didn't we hear that there is canoeing, too?" Burt asked. He had always wanted to try it and the place looked pretty calm enough for them to do it.
"And it's pretty gorgeous here – we could rent some scooters and tool around, eh?" Dave added.
"Yeah," Puck agreed. "The brochure says it's a great way to enjoy the natural environment and there are lots of cycle paths. The bay is home to a variety of wildlife and bird-watching is popular here so we can do that one afternoon. Maybe the kids would like that, huh?"
They discussed the possible activities for a while until Mercedes asked: "What about the shops in the town centre? We could have an afternoon looking around for souvenirs, too, right?"
Carole and Kurt nodded enthusiastically and Kurt added: "Yes, I'd love to get some things for the folks back in Chiswick, David."
He was lying on one of the couches, Dave at one end with Kurt's legs resting on him. Dave loved rubbing Kurt's slender feet, tickling the ankles every now and then to watch Kurt twitch and now he looked up.
"Yes, and we could even go farther afield when we arrange for cars," he smiled down at his reclining fiancé whose eyes were already half-lidded in growing lassitude. As he watched, Kurt tried to stifle a yawn and, as always seems to happen, other people caught it and were soon yawning as well.
Dave grinned and then gave Kurt's feet one last pat. "Folks, you know what? Have a good night; Kurt and I will be turning in shortly."
Everyone stirred slowly, some stretching, and there were smiles all around, especially when a huge yawn sneaked up on Kurt and took him by surprise. There were rounds of 'good nights' as people wandered off and some locked up windows, closed blinds and made sure all the external doors were locked tight.
At the window, Dave could see the lights of the cottage windows glowing through the soft darkness and he smiled in contentment. It was good that they could all come and spend this time in Kurt's beautiful villa. He knew Kurt was overwhelmed by the gift but the best part would always be that he could share it with family and friends.
He turned away to put out the lamps and made his way upstairs, calling a last goodnight to the guys and Burt and Carole. Heading upstairs he could hear Mercedes and Kurt chatting and laughing softly as he moved towards them.
Kurt leaned in to hug his friend and wish her good sleep. She squeezed him and, before Dave came much closer, whispered: "Everything will work out, sweetie, I know it will."
Kurt dropped a soft kiss on her smooth cheek and pulled back, nodding in agreement. "I know…"
Dave wished her goodnight and, sliding his arm around his beautiful lover, headed towards their own suite. Mercedes had the upstairs queen suite, leaving the other rooms besides theirs empty. That meant there was extra privacy for the two lovers and now Dave grinned as he watched Kurt move ahead into their bedroom.
He closed the door and stood with his back leaned against it, watching an oblivious Kurt move around the room. Kurt seemed to have something on his mind and now he recalled, he and Mercedes had looked unusually serious when he and the other men had joined them in the beach house earlier.
Now Kurt looked surprised as he saw David watching him. He quirked an interrogative brow at him, a little smile on his pink lips. He sat on the bed and, in unconscious imitation of Mercedes' earlier action, patted the space beside him.
Dave walked over and sat, his arm going around his waist almost as reflex. Kurt, sighing, leaned against him and then he nibbled his lip as if he was trying to come up with a way to say something. Dave watched him with a little feeling of trepidation.
He relaxed, however, when Kurt turned slightly and kissed him slow and sweet. He sighed as he tasted the brandy they'd had and he deepened the kiss, Kurt opening for him and making his heartbeat speed up. He would never get enough of kissing this man, Dave mused.
Kurt's hand came up to stroke his face and as he pulled back, he leaned his face more into the warm, soft palm. Kurt's eyes glowed with happiness, although, if Dave looked deeper, he could see a little uncertainty lurking in their blue-green depths.
"What is it, sweetheart?" Dave would give the world to remove any doubt, any uncertainty from Kurt's mind about anything.
Kurt smiled at him, his full pink lips drawing Dave's attention. "David, 'Cedes said you were jealous of Cooper… in New York? I-I've just been thinking," here he took a deep breath; "don't you trust me?"
A look of complete surprise blazed on David's face, his eyes widening and his eyebrows flying up his forehead.
"No! Kurt, what the _? Of course I trust you!" He leaned away from Kurt to look at him clearly. "Why would you ask that?"
Kurt got to his feet, his hand coming up to his collar and stroking over the tiny hickey hidden beneath it.
"I was remembering when you did this, and later I wondered to 'Cedes why you were so intense, since New York, you know, and she said it's because you were marking your territory."
He was looking now at the rug-covered tiles so he didn't see Dave relax and a little smile come up on the older man's face.
Dave got up and went over to the singer, wrapping him up in his arms and nuzzling his product-free hair.
"Oh, baby, you don't get it... If a person is marking his territory, it's to warn others away; it has nothing to do with trust or lack of it, okay?"
Kurt looked at him, still a little confused. "Does that mean she was right? You were jealous of Cooper? B-but, why? He's straight."
Dave barely held back the look of incredulity that threatened to come over his face. He shook his head as his eyes wandered all over Kurt's sweet face. He was simultaneously touched and dismayed at Kurt's naïveté and he couldn't help the soft smile now.
"Kurt Hummel, you have no idea how you affect people, do you?" He nuzzled his nose against Kurt's and then stole a quick, soft kiss. "Baby, that 'straight' guy was looking at you like you were the last filet mignon in the whole damn city. It's kinda cute that you don't seem to see things like that."
He chuckled when Kurt narrowed his eyes at him and pouted. "You know, David, just because you can't resist me, it doesn't mean others feel the same way!"
Dave sighed at the indignant response. Instead of replying – because he was getting tired of the conversation – he lowered his lips to the spot just below Kurt's earlobe, licking it and then blowing air across the spot, just to see Kurt shiver.
Kurt moaned and then pulled back to glare at his lover. "No fair, we aren't finished!"
"Yes, we are!" Dave shot back, a determined look in his eyes as his hands dropped to the waist of Kurt's jeans and began to unbutton it, pulling the zipper down quickly. Before Kurt could even respond he had slipped his hand inside and was fondling the large, rapidly hardening cock. Kurt's breathy moan was music to his ears.
"D-david," Kurt stuttered, which his lover found really cute though he would never be foolish enough to mention it, and slid his hands up Dave's chest.
Dave ignored him and continued to jerk him off within the confines of his trousers. Kurt drew back and then he started to unbutton Dave's shirt. Dave had to pull his hand from Kurt's pants to get his shirt off and once separated, the two worked quickly to divest themselves of the restrictive garments.
There was no more talking apart from task-oriented instructions: "lift up", "move over", "touch me", "right there", "harder", "faster", "more" and "yes!"
Kurt groaned, a low, lush sound that made Dave shiver as he prepared him, three thick fingers slick with lube stretching the tight, hot channel. He couldn't wait to sink into his lover, his cock twitching; even the act of smoothing lube onto his condom-covered erection was nearly too much. He knelt up and stared down at Kurt's beautiful, pale body displayed for his delectation and, damn, if his mouth didn't water at the sight.
Kurt, his face and chest flushed in extreme arousal, held his arms out, impatient to feel the weight and power of David's body on and in him.
"David, please!" He moaned, licking his swollen lips and letting his legs fall farther apart.
With a groan Dave came to him, his mouth finding his and devouring him in greedy intensity. He held himself up with one hand and fumbled blindly to get his cock at the waiting entrance, not wanting to break the kiss at all.
They moaned together as he sank into him in one long, relentless push and Kurt shuddered as Dave pierced him and claimed him. He wrenched his lips away to cry out, his eyes rolling back at the supreme deliciousness of it all.
Dave surged forward and he reached down to lift one long, smoothly muscled leg up to his hip, pulling back and then slamming in again. He stared down at Kurt, his eyes roving possessively over the beautiful body heaving and writhing beneath him.
He started talking as he pulled out and sank back into the clutching heat of his lover's body.
"You're mine, baby, oh yes, won't let anyone take this, take you, from me, oh Kurt, yes, I love you, baby, you're my sweet boy, Kurt, mine, mine, only mine… ugh, god yes… yes… yes…!"
Kurt, almost too far gone to fully comprehend what he was hearing, shuddered and quaked as Dave slammed into him, his lovemaking ferocious and so fucking hot!
He cried out and flung both arms around the heaving shoulders above him, bringing up his other leg to lock ankles behind David's clenching, plunging ass.
"Yes, yes, oh, baby, yes, fuck me, yes," he moaned in counterpoint to Dave's gasping declarations, tears squeezing from between tightly closed lids.
Soon, Dave straightened up, bringing Kurt's ankles up to his shoulders and with a low growl he sped up his thrusts, plunging into the greedy body that clung to him as he pulled out and sank back in.
Kurt's hands were now above his head, gripping the iron railing of the bedstead for leverage as he lifted his hips, taking more of David into him. He cried out now, heedless of whoever could hear him and called his love out to David, assuring him over and over that yes, yes, he was his, no one else's just his.
His body, feeling as if it was on fire, finally seized up and with a wordless cry he fell over the edge, his vision whiting out as he felt David lunge once, twice, a third time and then he was coming too.
Dave gripped Kurt's hips, holding him immobile as he emptied himself into the latex sheath covering his dick, the sweat dripping down his brow and falling onto Kurt's still spasming body.
"Oh, baby, I love you, love you so much. Oh god, Kurt, oh baby, unh, uhh, ohhhh," he sagged, his head bowing as he gulped in great gouts of air.
Kurt brought one hand down to trace down Dave's shuddering body, the muscles still tight and Kurt, using his strong thigh muscles, pulled him forward to fall almost fully onto him.
He patted and stroked his love, dropping little kisses onto his damp, curling hair, Dave's cock still inside him, but he was in no hurry at all to move. He loved this man to distraction and he wanted to assure him that no one else could mean as much to him.
He murmured now as he continued to stroke and pet him: "I will always love you… never leave you, David. You are it for me…"
Dave shuddered; his eyes closed but tears seeped out as he listened to the soft words and felt the little kisses against his hair.
He knew with every molecule that he would do everything, give everything, just to keep this one perfect being with him. For him, nothing else mattered and no one had better get in his way.
No one.
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TBC
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A/N 2: Oh, my, I had no idea things would get that intense in the end. I think Kurt just wanted to reassure David, but… well, I think he did that anyway! ;-)